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 May 2018
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Who is to say that "you" is you and "I" is me? Who is to say every penny thrown in a well is to wish for something you don't already have.

I have three empty bullet cases in my pocket and a funny reason for each of them being there.

You look out the window and discover a body floating face down in your pool except you don't have a pool and the body is you. It's me. It's everything that never was.

I am a punch line in search of a set up.

What is it like under your bed? Have I become the monster that lives under it?
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Friend of fingers, o keyboard,
Valorous and mild I call thee;
How soft replies, what a mode
Of being handy thou ever apply
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Finding a suitable match is not a puzzle;
Finding a soulmate for mutual understanding is.
 Apr 2018
Mohd Arshad
Travelling is not an occasion or a moment.
It's a long journey to find out what lies for one apart from usual problems, smiles, relations, and earning.
 Mar 2018
Mohd Arshad
Like the herd in a state of fury
The passengers had boarded
The compartment.

They're all heading with
Such a whirlpool mind, and
Regret rising.

Hush was a distant meteor.
Only imagination to catch it,
Then shaking.

A stout man in meditation
At the window. An infant swinging
With pushes.

Factory in. Peace in the fields
Of grains. A scythe in the hand,
Still snow.

Someone abused the other.
The culprit had coiled the passage.
Walking right.

Where're the leaders, ministers
And those who build promises?
Oh of dust.

Visit these places. Spend seconds.
An easy clicking of the life on the track.
Good sojourn.
 Mar 2018
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


Look here,
I'm not trying to gain your trust,
I'm not trying to be your friend,
I'm not trying be someone that you could
Lean on and depend,
I'm not looking for this crowd,
I'm not looking for a gf,
I'm not searching for my soul, yet,
And it's not even p.m,
I'm not trying to be your son,
I'm not trying to be your comfort,
I'm not trying to be the one,
I'm like lightning,  your like thunder,
And I clearly hate the rain,
And I clearly hate your face,
I don't care who you know,
They could even be in outer space,
I don't care about your jewelery,
I don't care about your clothes,
I don't care about your goals,
That you reached when I was alone,
I could care less if you hate me boy I'll fight you and your buddy,
All the people that has ever doubted me has gotten lucky.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/03/through-trees-mix-part-3.html
 Mar 2018
Mohd Arshad
Silence is a young bride.
The more you love her;
The more she gets beautiful.
 Feb 2018
Mohd Arshad
I know knowing be the desire,
Young or old, let it be the fire
That burns in mind each day
to get what's left, though it's May!
Know why the mind is the sea
Where knowledge flows freely,
And why the rocks are nothing
To them when they get going!
Know why water is so needful
For harvest to be much plentiful,
And why wings are wands, big,
To cast the spell in every ring!
Know why the old is much wise
When it comes to using expertise,
And why you often leg behind
When to your mind empty you find
 Feb 2018
Mohd Arshad
It will be the first snow
After many moons
And my bare boughs
Won't brood over showers
I will hold the love-some lily
And see its smile
Sunshining around
The beautifully blanketed bed
Oblivious of onus
We will write our wishes widely
On the edges of our eyes
In some silence
 Feb 2018
Mohd Arshad
If children care their parents
They know well how to live a life
 Nov 2017
devante moore
When the moon touched her skin
She’d glowed
I’ve never seen an angel

Behold
I couldn’t move
Was I frozen out of fear? No

In an instant our eyes met
I could tell they were lifeless, empty, bleak
So badly wanting life, to be loved, to be free
I’ve seen these eyes, their just like mine

When our lips touched I could tell she hadn’t kiss a man in decades
I should’ve known I was in trouble
God they were ghostly cold

I pressed my hands against her breast, stale no heartbeat
Is this death

But as I looked into her eyes
I felt as though it was a reflection of my mine

Rested my hands on her dress, tugging at it
As she sunk her teeth into my neck
And I didn’t try to run or reject

Is this what it feels like, to bring someone else back to life
She finally pulled away I could tell I was ****** dry

And as the clouds started fading into the moon
I knew this was our last goodbye
We gazed at each other
Tears in her eyes

She regretted the need to feed
I can tell she hated
I too had to die
 Nov 2017
devante moore
Déjà vu
Here before

6ft deep
Who keeps burying me

Ways out
Can never find none

Tools
Forgotten

No shovel
No hope

No string
No rope

Lonely and cold
But lit by the moonlight

Fingernails *****
Hand stained with blood

No grip to climb
No vocalization to shout  

The only way out is through
Dig deeper, you fool
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