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Inaccessible protuberance
Stroketh mine aortic valve;
Submerging in earthly liquid
Except made of dirt and ground.

Floating out of mine carcass now
Not looking on behind;
Keeping mine discernment forward
None more physical time.

Alm's I shalt leaveth all
As none here art meant for me;
I died a million years ago
Tis, I'm sick of falsehood belief's.

Planet EaRtH is made of them
As exemplum is now the "norm";
I wasn't born in some hospital
I was hatched by God's adorn.

From whence I've come
I'll returneth as one;
Wherein the cherub babie's sit
In the blink of the sun.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Show me how you cry.
Show me how you drink red wine
and pass the time.
Show me how you freak out,
how you clasp your palms
through moments of doubt,
careful to let nothing slip out;
let nothing recede the paint on your face-
I know that your careful eyeliner
is the borderline to help you find your place.
Show me how you sleep.
Show me how you
fall into routine;
show me how you have learned to stumble through life
and look as if you have not missed a stride.
Show me the freckle
on your inner thigh,
show me how you drink red wine,
show me how sometimes, you want to die.
Show me how you cry.
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By Arcassin Burnham


Oh Hey!  American girl,
Did you ever find out what illness that your mom has?
Oh Hey!  American girl,
I was hoping you would feel okay after she passed,
Oh Hey!  American girl,
Did you ever find your father that left when you were bout' 9,
Oh Hey!  American girl,
I bet you might have forgave him, everything will be fine,
Oh Hey!  American girl,
Did your grandma have custody of you when  you had nowhere to go?
Oh Hey!  American girl,
your Friends at school were  worried that you wouldn't even show,
Oh Hey!  American girl,
Was your boyfriend faithful to his words of a promise ring,
Oh Hey!  American girl,
He just can't,he Watches the cheerleaders while he's football practicing,

Life is hard as a teen...

Life is hard as an american.
Teens like her maybe even faced worse...
By Arcassin Burnham


Bad memories,
Now crossing paths with enemies,
Reputation been ruined,
Like Where's the friend in me,
Still searching for centuries,
Minus helecarriars,
But I notice the galaxy,
Wasn't meant for me,
And I deserve no love that might be out there for me,
Since the rest has failed so far,
Might as well skip the giving tree,
I remember when that use to be,
My favorite book,
Now I'm reading old time century,
Poetry,
I thought I still had the kid in me,
To strive and maintain,
Keep stress levels from the peak,
Get nervous everywhere I go even at public meetings,
To have to put in my hope that noone saw me,
Hands are shaking,
Heart is racing,
Can't control the feeling,
From the pain the bad memories will keep me healing.
Touch life
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