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By Arcassin Burnham


I'd like to be your soldier,
twitching at the feet,
I wanna write you letters,
Then one day we'll meet,
scratch that ! Let's be honest,
I wouldn't hurt a fly,
unless I'm unconscious,
together we will die,

I wanna write so many things about you,
Beauty and all things love, comes up about you,
I could never remove or replace you,
I obssess you,
Baby ill stalk you,
If I could I would make a billboard out of you,
A statue out of you,
Then crash it all down with a tank too,
You give a sweet tooth,
For a preview,
If it's see through,
In a cheap pool,

I'd like to be your soldier,
twitching at the feet,
I wanna write you letters,
Then one day we'll meet,
scratch that ! Let's be honest,
I wouldn't hurt a fly,
unless I'm unconscious,
together we will die,

I'd like to be your soldier,
twitching at the feet,
I wanna write you letters,
Then one day we'll meet,
scratch that ! Let's be honest,
I wouldn't hurt a fly,
unless I'm unconscious,
together we will die.
Featured on my mEP titled "what's next"
i

She isn't thy average
Typical being;
She sit's upon a loft
Only made for a queen.

ii

Her bedstead is mine
We shareth ourn pillow;
I've never been so happy
Her love, pure as a meadow.

iii

A battlement coordinates
Wherein we shalt be protected;
She's spiritually awoken me
Hari and his reyna, ressurected.

iv

I shalt beget her, from her painful sleep
Now she's awoken, her face none more weep's;
Other's shalt Bestir us, from what they can't get
Though we shalt prevail, with love, forgiveness, them to forget.


v

Brigandine silver, shalt dress me in battle
For If beast's cometh close to mine queen, their boot's shalt rattle;
A Gilbertese I wilt carry, known as a shark tooth weapon
Mine Filipino empress is mine all, no faltering, none question's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Filipino rose......
 Aug 2015 Thinking Out Loud
niamh
A broken mirror
Holds a thousand
Eyes.

Shattered images
Of confused
Components.

Witnessing
From angles
Anew.

The struggle
To recognize
True self
Is infinite.

And the
Reflection
Is never
The same.
when did i last spend a good time?

a second, a minute, an hour, a day
one undiluted, unmixed, pure, and raw,

a good time, truly good, without a flaw.

was it those moments of ******* height
when sans one sense, all else was dark night

or the time spent brief in her warm embrace
seeking her moons reading map on her face

it could be the while when a gust of joy
made this heart shine like a boy

a flashing streak of event that lit up the soul
from pieces of fragments revealed the whole

getting from a girl her kiss of innocence
drench with her in first summer rains

reaching a heaven from far firmament
by a smile from the boy a dime i lent

turning that page of a now lost time
when this mind first chanced upon a rhyme

they rush like tide set me to brood
from the budding child to the aging manhood
where in the memory now thick with grime
lies hidden the passing of the last good time!
can't say have found it
though trying every bit
now in broken wing

an eluding greying wish
one thread of missing piece
i'm still searching.

from all the cluttered mess
doors windows address
sky and trodden ground

beg this weakening arm
to have it hold it firm
what's nowhere to be found.

from surround's all the sight
daylight darkened night
milky way and stars

seek these rolling eyes
unravel from disguise
that hidden universe.

feebled though this mind
crushed by daily grind
inching to depart

might one day lift the shroud
hear its voice speak loud
reach the mystery's heart.
When I was younger,
from the age of four.
I ran to my room,
Barricaded the door.
I would go to my corner,
And sit on the floor.
Myself, I would remind
Of my supposed crimes.
And I would cry;
I would drown myself in misery galore,
Until I couldn't take much more.
And during this time
Once you came inside,
Looked around the room
Then turned off the light.
You didn't see me,
Didn't look hard enough
For the girl breaking herself,
For the crimes she'd never done.
It's not a matter of caring,
Or maybe it is
But you never tried hard enough.

Now let me tell you this,
in the midst of my 'teens
In this new life, it seems
You would never have thought,
Or could never believe
When I do something wrong
And you punish me,
With knives from your mouth
Far worse than before
I go to my room,
Barricade the door
Telling myself,
Could I take this anymore?
I thought things would be better,
Since the worst of it stopped
But I sit by the wall,
On the right of the room
Hoping that right
Would embrace me soon

But I hear them carry on,
With their time passing ****
Forget my existence!
Stay in your bubble of bliss
But know that I love you...
I don't have a choice
When you'll be gone
In your grave, you'll rejoice
Or maybe you'll mourn, the daughter you hurt
You'll notice, as a spirit, the girl internally burnt.
Because even in your grave
When you're dead and gone,
I'll never forget
How you left me torn.
How you walked out of my life,
And turned out your light
And never noticed
Your Girl in the corner,
Out of sight.
And thanks to you I can endure pain
Yet I could never endure you
And this may sound insane
But thank you for these walls you helped build;
For all the blood that you spilled.
Because I've learned my lesson
Never to love
You caused this fear
Due to the above.
// Straight from the heart to the screen. //
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When the inflated crunching sky turns into the black hole, one by one the expected stars slowly falling on the horizon, sudden deep dark clouds cover the silky face of moon, or the earth takes the full moon.

Long, long shadows darken the meadows, southern wind can’t open your closed window at all, standing along on the curve of a road, a sigh to fly in the wind, roaming heart finding a home.

See the mystic form of the known objects, distant standing old banyan tree suppose to feel a lonely friend of mine, a friend of rootless time, when silly, bogus thoughts engulfed me, want to break up but change does not cry out.

Melancholy beauty in the dark, floating with the imagine gulls in the sky, draw the red sun on the canvas of dark sky within the wings of dream, again see you are playing with the seven colors across my unfinished sky.
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
One should never lose their kind nature

But one should also be sure to extend it to themselves
You don't need comfort nor distraction 
what you need is a plan of action
A helpin hand,
make it your own
Don't go under,
STAND
see how much you've grown

I believe in you
But don't take my word for it
SEE
Look at all you've shown
Promise cannot be broken
It's hope
Hope will lead you home

The place where you belong
Where you are meant to be
You will see it through eventually
Realise what you've always known

Reality isn't something to escape
It's something to make
Make the most of it
Creationists in our midsts

You have gifts, talent, ability
So much to give
Take control, take responsibility
There's nothing to fear, not really

Cause You have love
And You will always
be able to make it

Embrace life
Do not forsake it


You're not alone
But if you ever feel like you are
Embrace yourself
Hug out the doubt
Love is the ultimate wealth
Start with yourself

You are not a mere reflection
Of what you see
You are not a mirror
Reflecting what they think you should be
You are you
Who you hope to be

I see you
I see your hopes
I see your dreams

I love you
I love your hopes
I love your dreams

Hold onto them
Embrace yourself
For they are you
You are the key

Love yourself
Love your hopes
Love your dreams

Truly believe
Make it real
And it will be
your Reality
I've indulged in my fair share of escapism in life, we all do from time to time.
I kinda wish we would realise Life isn't something to escape but rather something to embrace
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