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 Aug 2017
Rebel Heart
Our childhood was scarred by the efforts to erase it
Our memories mixed with emotions and bitter ghosts
Our time was limited since the moment of our first breath
Our future painted grey at most

We tried to break free of our chains
And the ugly demons holding us back
We tried to break free of these useless rhymes
But our destiny was doomed forever trapped

Life became nothing more than broken vignettes
Held together by seams of bitter hate
Whether it was reality or just an illusion
We wanted out of this dreadful fate

We'd die young and alone
Forever unwanted
We'd die with no tombstone
Forever haunted

But if you look closely
You'll see our tragic stories
drawn across our wrists

Lines jaggedly flowing
You ignored our suffering
But save the others
(With my last breath)
*I insist
To everyone who has suffered before or are still suffering please don't be afraid to reach out to talk, I'm here for you. Nevertheless, the struggling for some of us never stops but I'm glad there are those out there always willing to reach out and lend help when they can and for that you guys are truly wonderful people. The world could use more healers and lovers like you... ~BM
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
I'm dreaming of summer nights
And the sound of the ocean breeze
I'm dreaming of the blanket of stars
That'll watch over us out by the seas

I'm dreaming of your electric touch
As we make out by the campfire
I'm dreaming of your endless love
And the reckless nights full of desire

I'm dreaming of dreams
That keep me awake
I'm dreaming of fantasies
I never want to break

I'm dreaming of you
Though I knew it wouldn't last
You're nothing but a dream
Stuck in a summer past
An old poem I dug up from 2010.. Simple and worth sharing... On a different note I appreciate all the support this wonderful poetry community has given my friend, RH, and I can't wait for her to see how well her words are loved by all you wonderful people. Stay cool ~BM
 Jul 2017
Arcassin B
by Arcassin Burnham


And you say you have your life together , But you were poor.
Whatever it is you've been through , I have been through it before.

The dream doesn't make the person , the person makes the dream,
Whatever it is you've been through , I've already seen.

I've crashed through so many doors,
Shame was coming from my poors,
Doing all these Payless chores,
I've been through it before,

I've been through it before,
I've been through it before,
I've been through it before,
But it's whatever.

/

Flowing through another human being's emotions like essential oils,
You could  possibly choose the fate that they set, or
Live like society's pet,
Or you could become the vet,
Or you could run up a check,
Getting the hell out of Dodge,
Facing problems always to an extent to be labeled​ savage in a world
Don't Even give you the care you asked for, but,
What dose it take to get respect?
See all we do is recollect,
Most of us are too blind to see in this dark country where the enemy
Is camouflaged.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/07/we-it-is-to-dream.html
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
So what if I die today?
The strange blue and green marble of chaos keeps spinning
The meaningless beings of hate stay floating
The sun and moon rise and set day in and day out
The broken cries of that starving child still cry and shout
The bullets keep flying and the bombs keep dropping
And as much as we'd like to leave our marks on the world
The world always forgets and moves on
Down the same destructive path
Over and over
And over
Until all our marks fade away
Till there's nothing left but
*dust
Another cynical poem by RH. It's strange though because the RH I know is both cynical and hypocritical and basically a walking contradiction. She's pessimistic yet believes she can help change the world for the better and leave her mark and I have no doubt she'll do just that just like all of you wonderful people will one day accomplish your goals as well. Happy writing ~BM
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
Raindrops crafted like

the color of my broken eyes...

The storm mirroring

the one raging within...

I find myself drowning again

From the inside out...

The scars I painted over

Reappearing on my cold skin
Hidden back in 2014 this poem really stuck out to me. The title, I believe, can be interpreted many different ways as the rest of the poem. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do..
 Jul 2017
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


The moon looks nice and the stars gleam bright
just as young as the night,
like the angels that appear in front of a fight,
for the wrong things in this cruel world that we spite,
rush the wind off a bike,
when a boy loves a girl he gives his all,
Every man in the world don't have bad tendencies,
Like a stand-up or a missed call,
and now the girl you had thinks you cheated while you stand tall,
head high,
love the person you are so you laugh and say bye,
tears fall down as she runs then she sighs,
if you think you were ******* then,
you trying be compassionate is a nice **** try,
now why'd you let her go? all she did was argue with her mother
in a broken home with an abusive step-dad in a ghetto neighborhood
where taxes break everybody down, nothing ever happens but shootings
up in the south zone,
did you dismiss all the bruises that her step-dad was giving her?
how about the time when her mother drove her to school
and did coke in the parking lot like it was okay for her,
Everybody knows your a cheater,
so what you got to hide besides the gonorrhea that you transmit to
every girl you had *** with,
Boy I'm glad she didn't catch it,
thinking , that if she did you were gonna catch an *** whooping.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/07/too-late-to-get-her-back.html
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
Don't look at me like a perfect portrait
When my smile was sewn on
And my flaws edited out
As the lights covered my insecurities
And the flashes buried
The shadows of my demons
Within the vignettes of my life
Which were hidden in the depths of time
For no one else to ever see...

Don't touch me like I'm a masterpiece
When you weren't there to sketch my rough edges.
You weren't there to see my colors
Bleed through my paper thin masks
Onto the tile floor forever as cold as my heart...

Don't hold me like I'll shatter
When you weren't there to see me in pieces
Because darling you can't break something
That's already broke...
The actual poem was a bit longer but I hope you all enjoy this amazing write as much as I did... ~BM
(Front page 7/25/2017)
 Jul 2017
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


Heaven knows,
My struggles and my agonies.
Heaven knows,
My struggles and my agonies.

Loneliness and focusness provokes thought,
Sweat on your face for the friends that you sought,
Don't spend the rest of your life in a box,
Looking for love in the wrong places need to stop,
It's so easy to fit in with people like you,
Ain't a time for wishing and hoping a virtue,
Boyfriend's and girlfriends that'll​ straight hurt you,
It'll be a second when your world ends turning you so cruel,

I just say just don't hang with people that peerpressure and leaves you out
High and dry,
If trust is trust and fake is fake , they must be synthetic to what they think is
Your demise,
If it's not one thing then it's definitely another but the first thing's a lil' more
Dangerous,
There is so much fake in the world they might just sacrifice your body and
Just come up famous,

So who needs friends?
Might be the Devil in the disguise,
Might be an under cover cop,
Turn on you in the blink of an eye.


/

Dropping like seagulls in the sea,
people are dying everywhere help us please,
suspicions about the world since seventeen,
I never had a dad around , can't control me.

while all the girls,
while all the girls,
don't see reason.
while all the boys,
while all the boys,
don't like being told what to do.
And all the eye catchers , they walk around without being *,
you better take someone's hand in desperate need and say what you* have spoken,
And all the eye catchers,* pretend like the world revolves around* them.
Theres always something in this world that is worth living for but you gotta live for them.

Spare me the ignorance if you please,
i never conquered a problem just with ease,
interest in words stem from the giving tree,
I'm not a violent person just don't judge me.

while all the girls,
all the girls,
don't see reason.
while all the boys,
while all the boys,
don't like being told what to do.
And all the eye catchers , they walk around without being noticed.
you better take someone's hand in desperate need and say what you have spoken,
And all the eye catchers,* pretend like the world revolves around* them.
Theres always something in this world that is worth living for but you gotta live for them.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/07/indie-part-c-photo-by-sidney-kirsch.html
 Jul 2017
D
it all comes down to
perspective, and
what we perceive is
so very different,
I know it's hard to see it
any other way but yours,
but yours is so unlike mine..
yes, we're on the same page in our lives,
but will be ever be on the same line?
I love you, I do
and in my eyes
everything was fine
but it wasn't like that for you
I only want to understand why
which I'm sure
I know the answer to
already
spiderman, spiderman...
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
Your eyes glare at me relentlessly
Why won't you look away
Burning a hole in the back of my head
Look away
But when I turn around I realize I'm frozen in place
Is there something you want to say?
Your pink lips remain sealed
What is it that you won't say?

Oh how I want to walk towards you..
But it seems you've made up your mind...

And with one last stare
No, Stay
You turn around
Please stay
And disappear
Stay
Forever
*Or not...
Another unedited poem but this one I know was written as part of an excerpt to one of RH's unpublished books I had the pleasure of reading. This scene in particular brought tears to my eyes so I thought I would share the poem version of it. Its years old but still a beautiful write. ~BM
 Jul 2017
D
he's always been my poison,
I've always known he would **** me
as slowly as any substance abuse
that brought me absolute bliss
he's a vision of petulance and
frustration, of hardships and loss,
and when he speaks I stop to listen
all the while begging for a kiss
of the poison I've been living off of,
for months upon months I was his
and I told myself he was mine but
the truth is he belongs to no one
because it's as simple as this,
poisonous lips don't fall in love
he's an independent man who don't need no woman.
 Jul 2017
Rebel Heart
We've been scorched and trialed
Scarred beyond recognition
Bruised beyond repair
But we've shed our skin to become
Masters of our own disguises...

Scars line our bodies
Intertwining like a mysterious vine
Lacing together in jagged harmony
Intricate like a hidden beauty within itself..

Some were received from battle
More received from the battle within
From the depths of the darkness
Haunting the forgotten graves
Lost in the whispering wind..

Our skin's a masterpiece
Covered in red, black, and blue
But is it the color of glory
Or of shame
Of fear
Of the silent shadows still living within us...

Are we truly soldiers
Or simply ones without a cause
Lost in the sounds of chaos
For eternity to endure...

Our scars tell our stories
But are they the ones being heard
Or are our silent screams
Lost in the unforgiving wind
In the depths of time itself?

Then truly,
   Do these scars,
       Our story
         Mean anything
              At all ....
At first I didn't understand this poem. Then I realized in the notes RH had written "I don't want to live forgotten". This was written, apparently, back in 2014. Anyway, I realized the soldiers represented everyone in the world who was fighting endlessly just to help leave their marks on this world and had been left forgotten by those who came after them. As a poet/writer we'll forever leave our marks on the world. We may even end up forgotten but our words will find a way to live on, our memory along with them. And someone like Rebel Heart should know its near impossible to forget someone as amazing as herself.... ~BM
 Jul 2017
Arcassin B
By Arcassin B & Alex G



AB : Mother earth , look what they did to you,
You were beautiful back in your day of being pampered
In those seven days.
**** heads that act like jerks that don't have nothing to do,
You were clean once in this universe and they uncleaned you
With their harmful plays.
In this country and this cold world lingering and going through
Situations,
Like a regular human being with funds and accusations,
Life's a pretty blonde ***** with Daddy issues,
I guess that's where father time comes in , deaths happen,
Get some tissues,
I've had a lot and I've lost a lot where heaven and hell will forget you not,
Better choose the right slot,
Cause the women out here getting plastic surgery,
And the men , some enlargement pills,
Why don't you just be happy with yourself and let time heal?


AG : Now that I know what I know,
I had to let go for the sake of my soul,

I was turning into a person I didn't even know,
I had to tell my heart it's alright to be cold,

Nobody gives a ****,
That's the truth,
This is your road,
You didn't have a choice but you gotta learn to grow,

You only live one life,
Better focus on your goals,
The clock is ticking and there ain't nothing you can hold,
That you won't lose in the end,
You gotta keep control,
So I'm here with my pen letting the ink explode,

Exposing myself to everyone that I know,
This **** is 100,
I keep it real for the foes.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/07/cant-be-silenced-surprise-ep-explicit.html
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