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 Feb 2022
Solaces
I could remember the cycle.  
I could remember the movements..
So simple yet so complex.

The series of activation protocols.
And the unknown science the brings life to them..
The Astra auras and the elemental mixtures..

The hike into the light and dark wilderness..
The other side of the other side..
The calling of shadows and reflections..

The tones of outer world..
The songs heard past the stars..
The convolution of me and my memory..

The moment I remember..
What was forgotten..
On how to combine light and darkness..

On how to Weaponize my imagination.....
 Apr 2021
Arcassin B
"either tears or blood,either way a flower grows atop the burial,
its gon' take  a lot to ease her mind but she not scared of you,
all she want is money and a man to live in her virtue,
don't call her *** and walk off mad , don't know her story dude,
she make you feel like king if you treat her right,
wsh clothes , cook and clean just like her momma side,
lexi in the kitchen with the chitlins and the pies,
you gon' need a woman like that on your side."
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 Apr 2021
Solaces
There were segments of you through this world mirror parallel..

Increase the mystery of your smile as your tears leave behind light trails.

I can't find you anywhere..

Even though I can make the anywhere...

This control let me give in..

And it also let me reverse all of my sins..

And through all the magical haze..

You are still lost in my dream maze..
 Oct 2020
Arcassin B
By Arcassin B

Crossing different cities,
mind state restless, I keep walking along,
Coffee stains on my shirt and i don't even
drink coffee, come to crossroads I'll never
get the chance to bare it all on, the fact,
We're in hell already, in the devil's country,
Who gives a ****, about it all.

Raise hell in the mother's wound conjuring some
Shadowy agenda for annihilation,
I cover eyes but they won't cover their own,
Can't save anybody, they disgust me , all of them,
bunch of bodies rotting,
Even with my own worst enemies I'd probably leave them out to dry and dye,
Along with the true colors,
Swearing that the darkest depths of my soul won't let the monsters out that reside inside,
I wouldn't hide the secrets that kept all of me afloat..

I am as strong as I ever was in my ultimate pride,
Feel like I'm on earth 400005,
Anger stem from stupid **** while staying alive,
I always walked alone , I am the Bill Bixby of Life,
Don't make me angry...


©abpoetry2020
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/p/demon-hourz-ep.html
 Apr 2020
Lily
Dancing, you are Spring;
Birds flock to see your song, yet
Night falls and silence-

Silence but for the
Stars and moon who mock us in
Our bed, our Winter.
This is a poem I wrote for my college poetry class (which is now online) a few days ago.  I want us all to remember that these hard times are a reason for us to come together and unite; be the kindness that someone else is needing in their day. :) Thank you all, as always, for reading my poetry.
 Mar 2020
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Spending life pacing, ain't no way for a man live,
placing moments and events that should have been
a lone gift,
Is peace really an option? will the world take people as they are
without this mixed concoction?
a world I would have envisioned as a child, when I was oblivious,
when people were still tricked in society but still civil and they wasn't
envious,
i see the faces and what use to be,
please don't get use to me
but in my heart...

I'm stronger than what ignorant ******* think,
weak is not in my vocabulary , I do not lip sync,
thats code for lies , when they despise and try to break
my image like a pack lions killing a lucky zebra thats a lucky libra,
but didn't get to live out his life and achieve none ,so it would have been
a circle of life that was meaningless in an ongoing loop of
certainty that it would be reborn into human that might be me,
I am infinite lil' ***** , you can not stop me.

..but in my heart, I will survive, I'll make my mark,
I will not die.


©abpoetry2020
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/03/you-did-good-kid-ii.html
 May 2019
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Positivity provokes good empathy,
and good empathy provokes so much stability,
I suffer from a wide array of **** with my mental,
Anxiety is no joke that's why I had to pick up a pencil,
and write down what I feeling because this world is nearly ending,
Trying to detox and clear my mind while airbending,
I stay awake in meditation while I program my mind,
In my Circumstance the third eye is hard to find,
So while people sit here and make these loud noises,
I'll be finding myself through all choices,
This world will not be hard to look at if you find your soul,
Tomorrow is not promised and you will be getting old,
Perception is reality depends on how you take it,
Lives are being claimed by the vultures and they fake it.
©abpoetry2019

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/05/hard-to-look-at.html
 May 2019
Star BG
I am a star
in my own right
glistering and shining
inside vast
Universe.
I glow with ambers
to launch dreams.
Vibrate light
to be a living
compass.
etch my brightness
into a dark night sky.

I am a shinning star
pulsating to find
a planet sidekick
to carry my heart.
Sophia inspired this  Thanks
 Mar 2019
Solaces
The air is cool this morning..
Walking down a grass filled road..
One last star says goodbye..
Before the morning sun shines it away..

The morning kisses the night away..
Soon becoming the day..
Wishes of dusk skies not to far away..
The evening star resonates its goodbye to the day..

Moonlight cascades the night with borrowed light from the sun..
Memories of the day begin to run..
Night and day in love forever..
Chasing eachother but will never be together..

Dawn and Dusk...
Dawn and Dusk...
 Dec 2018
Adrian Betz
A single sober thought against a scape of memories
To simply wish for stillness upon an ever-moving sea
Silenced for the centuries as for me now to behold
Tempting not to walk away, to bide its time to come

Season only changes face twice for the human mind
Now to guess the use of being born then just to die
Elderly the woodworks, fragile beauty bitter-grown
Such it is the way of man, the seed among the sown

Savour this scarce, small moment
Deep in the wake of a weary-worn world
Silent and long forgotten
My bed underneath a shroud of snow


Cinnamon and broken toys, a songbird out of tune
Easy pride in scarlet dress romanticised to blue
Earnest words, a rarest toil to feed such cynic sight
Raising hope to see despair rewrite the dearest lines

Serenity now roams the sphere as if to call me home
Such yet little precious light, a beacon sight of old
Where the age once had a fright so readily to share
Now every night seems easier with every step to take

Savour this scarce, small moment
Deep in the wake of a weary-worn world
Silent and long forgotten
My bed underneath a shroud of snow


Come now
Enter my room
Take me back into the deep dark
The night unknown
A slave to the sunlight, kin to the moon
Within the cobweb of life all noughts become one

Savour this scarce, small moment
Deep in the wake of a weary-worn world
Silent and long forgotten
My bed underneath a shroud of snow






©2018, Adrian Betz
 Nov 2018
Solaces
How were you able to steal away a piece of my soul...
Without trying to steal it..
Or were you?
I write your name in the star dust..
I see it luster in the shadow canvas...
This is where I first met you..
This is where I saw candles illuminate your face..
Your smile in the sun was beautiful...
But your smile in the candle light was bewitching...
I would do anything for that smile..
I know you are there..
On the otherside of twilight..
Mixing in with shadows and whimsical shimmers...
Holding a piece of my soul you stole from me...
While you smiled like a dark angel in the candle light...
Careful....
 Nov 2018
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

At one point in time , I was apart of you.
I replaced my soul with a pile of wool.
Covered all over me, no you were a distant memory.
I wish i could stare down at that lake again and wonder.

I was a,
Teenage **** up, a social pariah,
I was a,
Force to be reckoned, and sensual liar,
I was a,
Little boy to you when you were a woman,
I had no,
Time to be around a girl calling me her man,
See I had,
So much nervousness, I could barely breathe,
There was too,
Much in this world to endure for me,
I ain't no,
Scared little kitten, I'm too much of a Liger,
There is no,
Time nowadays to change the past , inspire.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/11/teenage-mess.html
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