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 Feb 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Skies were grey when you left,
And they'll be grey when you come back,
Wondering why did you have to leave me like that,
Know how to be quiet,
But your silence Is saying a lot,
Had the revolver to my head,
Cupid gave me a shot,
A thirst for trust,
Promise I won't backlash,
Thinking you were a good person,
To forget sabotage.
Don't trust all
 Jan 2015
The Dirty Vanilla
When I was in the darkest place
she showed up with a flashlight

And when I was so, so cold
she built a small fire

I know
if I were dangling from a tiny branch
poking out of a tall cliff
she would be there with rope
setting up nets underneath
I know this
because she did

Some days I am terribly sure
that not a soul gets me
There she is, though
with pom poms
(one that says *****,
the other vanilla)
cheering

The world
just doesn’t  know what compassion is
She defines it

And I love her
I owe her
And I got rope, a flashlight and some matches
so that one day
I can return the favor

And girl,
no number of wrinkles
could make you less beautiful
"When you ‘**** time’, just remember that it has no resurrection. You won’t get it back. You’ve lost it. Be wise.”
- *
Pastor Ancho Buenaventura
 Jan 2015
chimaera
white roses
dyed in loss
roses of white
for bygones
thorned white
of the absence
doomed memories
like rose petals

the kids in the graveyard
revisiting the childhood
of their friend
in their attained manhood

one's death is but a narrative in others' life

this?
far too unsuitable to be part of a story
leaching out blind whiteness from all pieces
no more thriving to call upon words

enough.
28.01.2015
 Jan 2015
Irving MacPherson
As you slowly slide
into memory
and I am
left to bury
my dead dream.

I can't help but envy
the one who holds you now,
because it isn't me
to have and hold you now.

As you slowly slide into memory
and I am left to bury my dead dream.

My heart is aching and my spirit yearns,
I have to comfort myself in believing
that there is still so much to learn.

As you slowly slide into memory
the thoughts crawl by, I shudder and sigh.

I can't hold back the tears
as I let them fall, I tell it all
to the one who really cares.
 Jan 2015
ryn
I can't write...
     I have a stash of twenty drafts, bearing a couple of lines each
I can't crack...
     Every draft seem to have developed a shell I can't breach
I can't gather...
     My thoughts so I could nurture these drafts to fruition
I can't think...
     The clatter in my head meant only to deafen
I can't fathom...
     What went right from what had gone completely awry
I can't find...
     Much needed sanity to let soar and fly
I can't cry...
     The tears I've beckoned for so very badly
I can't scream...
     Only muffled gurgles of notions drowned at sea
I can't see...
     The bigger picture...that consumed us both
I can't hear...
     Except for the dreaded voice of reason that I loathe
I can't piece...
     Together one decent little write

I can't breathe...
     I can't breathe...*I'm losing this fight
 Jan 2015
shosho Rea
Have you ever been in a gruesome exercise that requires you to focus but then you start to think about her and you literally forget to breathe because just by thinking of her she stole your breath away?
Have you ever been in a situation whereby all you want to do is draw a canvas of her uniqueness with words but the moment you begin to write about her its blank? Its like she is worth more than what I can write about her, she's perfect,beautiful, smart, unique, funny and I can't seem to put it down because words aren't enough.
Have you ever been surrounded by thousands of people but without her you seem to be alone and lonely.
Have you been in a situation whereby the world has turned against you and all you want to do is cry but when you think about her all you do is reminisce your moments and all the pain fades?
Well that's where I am right now.
She's countries away from me but each day when I receive a text from her my heart begins to race, my palms become sweaty and I'm immediately nervous because each day all I want to do is impress her,make her smile and laugh because she's worth it.
You know I'm afraid of going to sleep because then I won't be able to talk to her but yet i'm excited because I get to meet her in my dreams.
I'm afraid of waking up because I have to leave her in my dreams but I look forward to the day because I get to spend it all on talking to her.
She makes me happy and honestly its been a long time coming feeling like this.
Super duper whipped
 Jan 2015
Ember Evanescent
It's like why I wake up early. Then you can justify to yourself why you are feelings so lonely. Obviously, since no one else is up, it makes sense you feel lonely, but when you are around people and you still feel lonely, that's when you feel most alone, because it doesn't make sense.

If I'm cold, I can justify to myself the reason I feel that way. I'm not wearing a jacket in the winter, clearly it makes sense that I'm cold. Then, if I feel cold inside even though I'm wearing a thick jacket, I feel even colder than before and can't understand why I feel so cold inside.
it's hard to explain. basically, I'm cold inside, but it's not a normal cold. That's the only way I can explain this feeing. It's unpleasant though. Horrible, actually.
 Jan 2015
ShamusDeyo
Standing by the road side
Thumbing a ride
Sleeping Bag, Backpack
And...Guitar on my back
Heat rolls off the Highway
Like Hallucinogenic Waves
Found a Roach in my pocket
Got me through the Day
Nothing but 70s Buick's...
And Cadillac's Roll By
On the on ramp to  I-80
Rolling on to  West Skies
A wish for a fast ride's best
Been up for 36 Hours
Popping Little White Crosses
Nothing Passing by but...
Military bosses.........
A VW Micro-bus pulls up
With a Band of Tie Died, Dead
Heads, cranking Jerry Garcia
The smoke the bowl, Kept on Toking
Greatful Dead played "Keep on Truckin' "
I Rolled off some Riffs, along with the Band
Flyin' 300 miles in that beat up old Van
My head got mellow, with these fine Fellows
They Dropped me off in the cool of the Night
And all I saw of them was their Red Tail Lights...1/27/15
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 Jan 2015
Gwen Johnson
I'm not a doll
I don't belong in a box with a label
I'm not a puppet
Don't try to control me
I'm not anything but myself
I am an individual
I defy society's pressure
To be anything but myself
I won't be labeled
Or controlled
Or molded into somebody else
I'm proud to be myself
Don't insult me for it
Because to be someone I enjoy being
Is far from an insult
 Jan 2015
Theara Steglaidias
Ember Evanesent

She is a true poet who can do outstanding penmanship in any style of poem from rhyming limerick to emotional free verse. Only Ember doesn't just write she lives, she pours her heart and soul into her work and writes every emotion. This is courage because it takes bravery to be able to get through a piece about memories that hurt and furthermore to share it with the world, in detail, something I could never do. She doesn't care about popularity and rather than writing to please she writes from the soul, one of the many reasons she has so many followers. Ember is a true poet, and honest friend and someone anyone can turn to in need. she has so many things about her that i couldn't even begin to sratch the surface, but trust me, anyone would be lucky and honoured to have someone so awesome as a friend, and one boy will someday be even luckier. She is the most amazing poet, friend, and especially girlfriend anyone could ask for. She is honest, loyal, caring, understanding/compassionate, creative, smart both book smart and street smart types, not to mention gorgeous and these are only a few things. She even cares so much about people, who she has never met that she starts all kinds of challenges to help them feel appreciated, when really she should be getting the appreciation, but somehow she seems to be missed. So if anyone is reading this you should know who is awesome, and the answer is Ember Evanescent
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