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 Jan 2017
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


...So They Both Walk in class, sits down and the teacher
Tells them to take out the quiz of math, the class sighs in frustration,
He stares at her from across the room hoping to have some continuation,
Maybe of the little encounter they had in the hall , or the eye contact that
Overwhelmed him for 20 minutes,
Class ends and then they all leave and head out the door, he almost
Tripped , face almost hitting the floor, As kids laugh,
There she goes standing over him again, Rosey red cheeks , so nervous
That she can barely stand,
She says, "Hey think you might need a tutor for the weekend" he replies "um
Mmmmmmmmmmm" Nervously , she laughs and gives him a piece of
Paper "Here's my number , just text me the address and I'll be there in a hurry...
By the way the names Felicia" And she walks off with a smile,
Hasn't had a girl give him her number in awhile,
Except this cute teenage beastie back in seventh grade knowing that cute teenage beastie with no name since kindergarten,
Reminiscent toward the days when they would ride they're bikes to school in a trance listening to mp3's of techno music they couldn't buy , back when he
Lived in Colorado,
He always knew her but she never would reveal her name, he knew that when
He moved that he would see her someday, she use to where a hoodie and a pink
Shoe string around the wrist to hide the cuts, kids bullying her in school and every time she walked home they called her nuts,
Because he was there to witness it all and stopped those kids,
But why they picked on her? Is because of what her mother did,
Her mother is bipolar and has been on drugs forever,
Carrying the burden, he would never ever leave her, but he did,
Thinking back when he would spend nights cuddling her to sleep,
A lot memories don't stay in peoples minds , it just repeats,
So he gets up , walks into the hall and heads to lunch,
There was a person with a hoodie watching him walk and such...
©ABPoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/01/cupids-voice-pt-4.html
 Dec 2016
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


Find Salvation in the leaves,
Liking for a day without rain to match the demise,
Drip \ Drop/ Drip \ Drop Dripping from the
Corpse, of course it bleeds,
Drip \ Drop/ Drip \ Drop making calm
Ripples free with ease,
Darker days are coming for the ones that sign their Name in
Blood,
Looking for a new host to play the part, nope ! I am not the one,
To bring you to freedom , the things that you serve,
Will only get you in deep fire and brimstone plus the gnashing of teeth,
When I'm speaking his name , you only seek vengeance and run away so cowardly,
Thinking you see right through me, I'm learning how complacent
You are,
When you judge , it's not the level of polite , serves you right for
Gambling with my life,

Criticise and scrutinize , man do your worse,
I been through worse and I've seen demons at their early birth
While in my sleep at times when I can't move and my eyes are
Still open,
My mind is clear and I'm aware that the devil has spoken,
Drip \ Drop/ Drip \ Drop , having dripped
Another since dear old pops died,
Drip \ Drop/ Drip \ Drop , looking for another
Way to save my life,
I gotta get out of here , but I'm the beacon and the brightest
Light to see everything clear.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/12/nova.html
 Dec 2016
mk
-to be human is to sin

you tell me that good people are everywhere
but where are all these good people
when the facts are screaming
"emergency, emergency"
"alert, alert"
when the facts say
that almost every ******* this planet
has at least once in her life
been touched in a way she didn't consent to
the facts say that most ****** predators
are known to the children
fathers;
fathers have ***** their daughters
while mothers cry silently
because the world does not want to hear
the stories under the blanket
the guilt and the shame
the pain.
the pain.

you say there are good people
show me
show me
that boy who gives to charity
his hand rode up my skirt last week
that girl who prays five times a day
she watched as her boyfriend called me a *****

my five year old cousin knows what it's like to be penetrated

i lost my virginity before i got my period

my best friend doesn't want to be touched because she sees her ******'s face in every man

i was blackmailed by a boy who said he wanted to marry me

my mom;
my mom and i have bonded over
what it feels like
to have
a man inside you
who doesn't
doesn't
belong there

what kind of god wants an empty heaven?
because the kind of people on this earth
the filthy **** who carved their names between my thighs
there are too many
there are too many
men who have done
women who have watched
silent observers
silent thieves
murderers
no one says anything
then they pray to god
but their sins
their sins are on my skin
see me
see me as i burn
see me as i burn
because if these repenters
who have lived their lives
hurting others
who say their grace
then stuff their ***** in my face
if these repenters
are who i will find in heaven
then i do not want to go
i do not want to go
to a heaven with them
i do not want to go
to a paradise
that looks a whole lot like hell

but if god
chooses to not forgive these repenters
then heaven will be empty
because we are sinners
we are all sinners
we ask for forgiveness
then do it again

i have lied
i have cheated
i have wished ill upon another

tell me; am i good person?
was he a good person?
when he ***** me then apologized
when he ***** me then prayed
when he ***** me then cried
and said he made a mistake

when he ***** me
said sorry
and did it again.

if he makes it to heaven
i'll take the other train
if he does not
then none of us will
because our devils are too clean
and our angels too *****

i'm not quite sure if i'm looking for repentance or for revenge
i have done wrong and i have been wronged
is there a place for me in heaven?

what kind of god wants an empty heaven?
what kind of god wants a heaven full of sinners?

where is the god that will love me?

where is the god that will forgive me?
not quite sure if i'm looking for repentance or revenge
 Dec 2016
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


Don't hurt your feelings anymore than what that guy
Did,
Cause what he did,
You can not forgive,
And so you just live , with the thought of him,
And he's just laughing,
He lingers happily,
Five finger death Punch out your emotions as they bring you down
Too,
Be moving these mountains while holding a shovel just to say you'll
Do it looking for stream that leads to everlasting youth in your quest
For the truth but you lack cause you're stuck into him,
The flowers don't bloom , they just stem,
Getting yourself nowhere in life or in love,
The real love is above in the clouds where the 42 virgins link up,
In this life it's tough,
Young one.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/12/young-wonder-5.html
 Nov 2016
Lauren Leal
My mind is a warping blackhole
My heart is taking the toll
****** into my minds abyss
Where all my sorrows I reminisce
Where my sadness is my strongest feeling
I'm at a loss to the dealing
I'm just going to just take this dose
Of my hearts pain, so morose
As the light fades to black
My nightmares welcome me back.
 Nov 2016
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham (Inspired By Johnny Cash)


I Hurt Myself Today,
Cause Everything's Surreal,

I Use to,
Love the pain,
Ignored the devil's deals,

I get deeper , in the hole,
Seeing what tomorrow brings,
God knows all the rest of your days,
And he remembers everything,


What Have I Become,
My Darkened End,
Everyone I Know , Knows their way,
In the End,
And You Could Have It All,
My self love of worth,
I always let you down,
I Will Make You Hurt,


The Man With His Two Horns,
Has Things He Wants To Share,
Maintain These Old Thoughts,
Don't You Let Him Hear,

An Ode To Father Time,
There's Nothing, Else To Fear,
Fight Battles Somewhere Else,
But I Am Still Right Here,



What Have I Become,
My Darkened End,
Everyone I Know , Knows their way,
In the End,
And You Could Have It All,
My self love of worth,
I always let you down,
I Will Make You Hurt,
If I Could Start Again,
Then Everyone Would Stay,
Times I Saved Myself,
I Won't Die ..Today.


R.I.P C A S H
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/11/johnny-cash-hurt-ab-poetry-remix.html
 Nov 2016
IcySky
You are my every emotion
I have never felt you,
Yet you’re the most physical experience,
I’ve ever had.

The tears I shed, I shed for you…
My heart beats, beats for you,
My mind can’t get you out,
My body stays awake; it can’t sleep…

What can I do?
You’ve got this hold on me…
I’ll never leave,
And you’ll never leave my mind…

Stay with me dear,
For you’re not just a figment of my imagination,
I don’t feel as much as I do as when I think of you,
And when you say my name… you bring me to life.

Your voice is unlike any lifeline,
Your attention’s a drug, and I’m addicted…
I fell so hard,
Just so you’d carry me back to reality…

Please don’t say goodbye,
For you’re unlike any other, I’ve ever known.
Please don’t say goodbye, if not here,
Then stay in my mind… Never leave, never let me let go.

For I fear if I ever let go, I will never feel again,
I fear you take my heart, my mind, and my soul…
I fear to drown in a sea of loneliness, and sorrow…
Never let me let go… For I fear I will never love anyone, like I love you.


*~Corrie Anne~
 Nov 2016
Allyson Walsh
red sheets
      knotted
the closet
      half full
rusting
      faucet
brunette
      lulled

the children
      spinning images
their father
      consumed
wife
      exhausted
homewrecker
      perfumed

dishes stacked
      high
lights flicker
      on
sheets hung
      dry
door
      unlocked
For EP & NP

No Witnesses - Keaton Henson
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