Arcassin B
Arcassin B
2 days ago

By Arcassin Burnham

On days when you wouldn't speak then
Reply later in the afternoon would be the
Absolute greatest just reviving your presence as
later company than usual,
Telling me all your hardships and me explaining
How to conquer them all in order to keep it
Mutual,
Making things easier for you to allow yourself to
Cope with,
Learning about you all the time
With all the time we put in,
Just two troubled teens in shitty situations thats
Almost impossible to get out of but it takes time,
I'd give up so much of my life here and all my
Family just to be with you in this time to be civilized,
Living life like the people who escaped society to be
Actually free in maintaining themselves and their
Children,
In a time where there would always be time for us
Putting our relationship to the test to face this
Weird world while stricken,
I enjoy that were in the same boat.

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Me , me , me will always be loving you , you , you,
No matter the cost of anything that we do,
Because what we do...
Resolutes in peace,
Not in pieces,
Your flattered by the overly obsessive compliments,
That's what I do,
To make a queen out of you,
Nothing is long overdue,
For us,
We may fuss,
But most times we act silly,
I'm glad your loving me,
Me...
....Me.

©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/03/in-same-boat-me-me-me.html
#love   #dream   #words   #life   #romance   #fantasy   #difference   #reflection   #queen   #boat  

without much effort
he threw open the once latched door
leading into my bed chambers
yelling “flimsy wood”

and from the shadows

he kissed me

with his lips full of lies
and
his breath reeking of sin

the lust in his rattling bones
echoed throughout the room
as he partook of me

my bated breath collided with his

he spoke not a word
this faceless stranger

yet

treated me with such devilish delights

submerging me in his darkness
with
his cool fingertips
lying upon my fiery skin

his fluid movements
characteristic of
a well oiled engine
brought me to a secret place

where I could finally be myself
to enjoy my inner demons thoroughly

the midnight hour wrapped itself around me
again and again
like a blanket of pure seduction

and into the darkness
I dared to ask his name

and silence was the only sound

a slice of silver moonlight
pushed itself through the curtains
illuminating the spot where he once laid

now empty and cooling

in a matter of seconds
he was gone
just like that….

#passion   #dark   #fantasy  
Firemind
Firemind
4 days ago

Bugs, and bogs, and battlecrys,
thieves, and trolls, and dragons fly.

Sword and sorcery,
shield and steam.
Clink and clack,
shine and gleam.

Mythril, chain, and leather works.
Sigils, pain and thrusting dirks.

Student, Teacher
words and wind.
Music, Fae,
and naming things.

Mistborn, alloys, Kredik Shaw,
Kandra and Inquisitors.

Rohan Mordor,
Minas Tirith,
Rings and Orcs,
Hobbit village.

From child, to teen, to present me;
escape, and dreams, and fantasy.

Been on a fantasy binge. If you've never read the Mistborn books by Brandon Sanderson, or The Kingkiller Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss, you should check them out. They're magical (pun most definitely intended).
Annie Cynthia
Annie Cynthia
4 days ago

Oh, how many times I cried
How many moments I wanted still...
Too much pain to bleed
But much more love to tell...

#tears   #happy   #beauty   #fantasy   #beast   #fiction   #film  
Remi Leroy
Remi Leroy
6 days ago

Lost in my thoughts, lost in my fairy tales
Blinded by fairy lights descending from forest trees
Petals glow and magic flows down the glittering stream
A clear turquoise mirror of my hopes and dreams

A flash of lightning, a clash of thunder
Rain starts pelting down on me
Lost in the woods in the dark I cannot see
Reaching ahead, there's only a silent grin

Fear and trepidation infused with hope and exhilaration
An adventure I've always imagined!
A tantalizing waft of charisma caught my nose
Following it through the darkness, losing all my senses

The rain is getting stronger and I am getting colder
The wind makes me shiver despite the warmth of my blood
I can barely keep my eyes open in the darkness
Should I let down my guard and let you guide me through this chasm

A hand took my hand
I gave you control

I heard your voice calling my name
I give up control

Tentatively I opened my eyes
It had stopped raining
It was quiet
There was no fairy dust

The forest is gone and so is the stream
Perhaps finally, I've made it to reality.

17.01.31
#love   #poem   #poetry   #nature   #reality   #fairytale   #fantasy   #magic  

When what we see is real,
We sculpt perfection

Refined chimeras,  
Hunt us by night,

Masked behind shadows,
Of trees along the road to a cemetery

The lady in a white dress,
Bare feet, boiling skin

Her long dark hair
Slutty all over her face

And a butcher's knife,
Shining under a moonlight

That is not blood, right?
And why is she walking this way?

Aaaaaaaaah!!!
Am awake

A tapestry of mosaics,
Of Autumn leaves,

Floating down calm waters
rays of a morning sun

The lady in a black dress,
Out the river of youth

Her crystal skin,
With a radiant smile

Colourful eyes,
And wet golden hair,

Down her shoulders,
With splashing waters

As she walks towards me,
And lo,

Am awake,
This time,

For real
Am I happy or sad?

#dreams   #dark   #gothic   #nature   #beauty   #fantasy   #horror   #nightmares  

Fantasy has always been
my Achille’s heel
You’re just an ideal
with sex appeal
Not real

A sticky note somewhere
Reminds me to be aware
of what’s next to do

Instead
my bad habit I pursue
Getting lost in a daydream
featuring you

We live on different continents
You don’t even know I exist
Yet I still imagine the
taste of your kiss

You’re so lovely
This isn’t reality
But I think
I’ll stay here awhile
Where I can smile
Where I never cry

written 1/29/17
#kiss   #fantasy   #daydream  

It was summer's bleeding
whether on dried grass
or straw
or whatever you want to call it
soaking
Sweat from pouring instruments
that we would give
Hands outstretched to our counterparts
our falling stars
That gave shape to our words,
our turns, our learned behavior

Static kisses, that were such the darling fantasy
My, empty vase of colored strings instead of tapestry

You've, been, watching me.
Our hauntings seas, my gallantries.
Shining armor on my eyelids
Painted faces, flying starships
All my heartstrings into

Static kisses, that were such the darling fantasy
My, empty vase of colored strings instead of tapestry.

I heard that when you walk on past those doors
You're followed by the man that you had left
behind so long ago, when you began to notice,
Those silhoettes, those heated scents
That greet us from a hand to hold
A cheek to kiss, a face to miss.

We all adore the hopeful mountains in the distance
We all have planned our mansions in the distance
Grasp the walking stick and for an instance
Plan to have our mansion in the distance

But you and I
We were such the sudden contemplative types
Your icy eyes, the daisy type of deeper maybes, for a moment.

And let me tell you, it sort of strikes me how this conversation's been
such a smooth and gentle river stone for skipping
classes, distracted, by the way your eyes reflect so well this fire
stirring in my soul like sparks that rise up towards the sunset.

Wrote this one years ago, one of my personal favorites.
#love   #summer   #fantasy   #heat   #bonfire   #sparks  

the darkest of shadows
gather
oh
   so
slowly
above my head

they begin

swirling and diving
in aerial acrobatics
embracing me
                      in the smooth blackness

It is my belief
That they silently long for my attention

the bedside clock strikes three

“ONE”
“TWO”
“THREE”

and
the icy night air
persistently taps a chilly finger
upon my frosted windows
in such an perfectly eerie rhythm

I dare not put foot to floor
in fear that a bolt of cold will drive itself
into my already worn down bones

but I say to you…

“worry not”

for I am expertly tucked away
under much cottony cover
sporting diva like
multi colored woolen socks
all the way to my knees

the very breath
escaping from my lungs
forms
white steam
that spins off blindly into the night

and I must say...

there is a familiar chill
poking at my lower spine
and
the hair on my arms
and
the nape of my neck
are
standing
at
full
attention

his frigid breath
upon my tender ear
whispering his

deepest
            darkest
                        desires

piercing slate gray eyes
penetrating my willing innards
all the while his frozen fingers
running themselves ragged
upon my wanting skin

the darkness hears a heartbeat

it is hidden well within me
and it beats furiously

but I must tell you...
I secretly long for it to be still

just like his

I wish to hear the final beats
echoing in my dying ears
and taste the eternal euphoria
of his death ladened lips

he takes his leave of me

and as you can imagine

his departure
cuts me to the quick
the bitter night air
surrounding me like a iced blanket

not once do I tremble

I grin openly
and carry no guilt
in my final thoughts
simply knowing that
I would die a thousand deaths
to once again feel his cold dead flesh against mine...

#death   #dark   #vampire   #fantasy   #horror  

The sands flow like salty water,
Down the thin waist to the opposite ends.
Denoting the passage of time, and punctuating it.
In fragments of the beach, and silicon from the earth.
seconds pulsate, from atomic clocks.
Hourglass sands fall and flow into arbitrary heaps.
Ways of chronology
lost to antiquity.
One must ponder,
Did time flow the same,
for humans before the age of automation?

#fear   #fantasy   #head   #age   #flow   #glass   #neck   #hourglass   #chronology   #lich  
 
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