by Arcassin Burnham

Would you stay or would you flee?
Would you go as far as burying the love you've always seeked?
Gravitating towards the things that make you sane is the key,
so why do you speak to me?

Would you fall or be on your lonesome in a world full
of demons that'll see you lose some,
of your sanity and dignity, hell is not fun,
Seen some carnations of that'll make you scream and run then call
on the chosen one immediately after seeing the sun,
praising unfair guidelines instead of the man that made
us all,
Breaking laws is why the world ain't free that's why we fall,
Looking for a sanctuary that won't disappoint us,
He warned us.

#words   #life   #world   #speak   #key   #speaking   #lines   #cause   #bury   #seeker  

Kissing you is like kissing unicorn horns
It would never happen

#love   #kiss   #romance   #insecure   #line   #fantasy   #dating   #kissing   #lines   #unicorn  
Mar 7

I literally can’t go to the mall
Without doing my homework first.
And I literally can’t take my money
Without carrying a purse.
I literally can’t text my friends
Without having my parents see.
I literally can’t leave the house
Without having my annoying brother with me.

I literally can’t do this and that.
I literally can’t own a cat.
There are literally so many things I want to do,
But I LITERALLY can’t do those, too.

This is a poem where I embraced my inner middle school girl. The assignment for one of my methods courses was to create a poem with a recurring word or phrase.
#friends   #words   #school   #lines   #wow   #student   #middle   #literally   #mall   #recurring  
Elaise G
Elaise G
Feb 28

Meaningless lines on my wrist,
I suppose is what you'd think.
Foolish, these markings mean much more than "immaturity",
A lot more, if you cared to listen.
If only you took a step back to look at the bigger picture.
It speaks a lot, doesn't it?
You're just afraid of what you don't understand.

Fun to walk around with lines on your wrist, says the things you can't say.

From a bashful youth
to a chattering box
took too many years
too many stopped clocks

From sheltering in shadows
and playing the nerd
to a contrary escapee
from society's herd

From paralysing reticence
and bitter experience
to finding a voice
via various expedients

From an inner sanctum
to an outer space
to try and figure out
this flawed human race

From careless to carefree
no longer toeing lines
writing them instead
without the confines

Nothing to see here

#lines   #youth   #toeing   #bashful  
Feb 17

My thoughts are dazed…
Claustrophobic and hazed.
I’m exhausted and unamazed,
Fatigueness of some kind, low from the natural high.
Thoughts in my mind are delusive and unkind.
Dizzy and feeling quite fizzy
Not in the mood for studying, excitement, and fun.
Sitting by my lonesome self just writing what I can process.
Head feels heavy, got me feeling a bit queasy
Zoned out and lost in my thoughts
Sun is out and the wind is harsh…
It’s skin prickling and dissatisfying.
My exhaustion is sickening.
Absolute death and no reason
No fret
But anguished in my enclosed mind
But no threat…

System overkill
Discredit and disregard
Explain but disagree and make it hard
Exhalation and permutation
Loss of existence and clouded perception

Obsessive minds and sniffed up lines
Excessive amounts and numbers you cannot even count.
Broken, ripped, torn, and outwardly worn.
A lost ghoul, selfish, and for more you mourn.
Poor and dead, not yourself, completely blacked out and unconscious in bed.

Overdosed on the fuckin’ pills, suicide attempts never work…
Let the meds pour…
Gone, so gone…
Just let the meds pour...

In an unguarded moment

I saw what it is, to not see myself.

The fogged up mirror

didn’t let my reflection reach me.

And what reached me was

just a picture colored out of lines.

The more I looked at my obscured face,

the more I was convinced

that the faces was not mine.

The more I was convinced of the face being a stranger’s,

more easier it was for me to love and accept it.

If I could see myself as someone else

how easier it would be to live my life.

Not knowing what I know about myself,

not knowing what I think.

To  be what I am and what I am not at the same time.

How easier it would be , if this is

what I saw in mirror everyday.

How beautiful can be not knowing, not seeing.

Only smudged shades of colors.

A face not mine.

#not   #beautiful   #lines   #see   #mine   #convinced   #nair   #nayana  

I feed upon the words of others
like manna, to my heart and soul
it binds me too reality
and fills, empty poetic holes

Jotting down my thoughts
no slight meant by mere words
inspired by the sentiments
lines and prose I've read, and heard

Simplicity and flow of writs
never reused, or resold
each and every one of them
unique, completely uncontrolled

I apologize for any slights, perceived or otherwise, that relate to my perchance for poetic commentary and rhymed responses :)
No excuses, I simply can't help myself, as all of you, and your words, are muses and inspirations.
I do post some snippets to my profile, and feed upon them for creation of more than a few of my poems.

Are you a radioactive isotope?
'Cause I would ABSOLUTE-ly DATE you

#science   #lol   #lines   #pun   #joke   #pickup  

Be not mistaken
I'm here as a creator
Your words hold no sway
Over my designer's eyes
So keep them in your own lines

There are two kinds of people in this world.... (;
#word   #creative   #lines   #design   #tanka   #mistaken   #scribbles   #sean   #creator   #designs  
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