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Life when we first arrive... With no memory of our lies...

Humans running in a constant loop.

Subjectivity, granted as the dauntless.  

Circular statures of reason they're quite comedic,

these predicaments involve dancing with the seasons.

Constantly UNintrested.

Things are easily forgotten

I am the ONLY one who has witnessed the problem?

If you're amazed by THAT colorful imagery

well your life is too simple to me.
 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


How you been,
How's the weather treating you all on this end,
I repent,
For the day I get to see your face again,
It was sin,
That combined us , intertwined us through our touch,
It was lust,
Sealed and sending us in a ****** rush,
Blaming fate,
For the arguments and lying that took place,
I regret,
All that I said to you trying to maintain,
Its At rest,
All we worked for thinking you'd forget my name,
You were cruel,
Knowing our friendship will never be the same,

Bad intentions don't bring happy endings pacing back and forth
In a dark room where I reside to be alone,
No matter what I do , I've told you about my situations and my family,
And how they don't care about me,
And now you don't care about me,
Its apparent that this was all for nothing,
Just to give me something to deal with,
And you know I don't need the *******,
Don't really have remorse for you,
I'm so glad that we're through,
But I'm wishing I could hold you in my arms for a day or two,
The warm embrace of you.
©ABPoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/01/warm-embrace-of-you-continuation-from.html
I did it once, then once more;
The third time, I got sore.
But the fourth time, I tried again;
And by the fifth, I’d gotten rid of the pain.
As the satin colors
of the morning sky
with echoes of glory
for all to see
softly crescendo
my soul to a high
how can I not Lord,
think of Thee.
Excuse me? You wrote this right?
Why do you write me goodbye?
Why do you no longer believe in me?
Why are you internally letting me die?
For I - am the reason for everything.
I am the laughter and the pain
I am the feeling you get from the sunrise
I'm the emotions carried down your cheeks when it rains
You're angry at me...
I took em away...like I gave up on you
When your heart every time begged for them to stay
I am building you...you needed to lose me in order to understand that I'll be back again and you will be a better you
You can't run away from me anymore or yourself nor the truth
I live inside of your pain...
I know you tell others you'll never truly be the same but...you lie
You lie to hide what it is you truly are inside
You have the ability to give a love beyond what many can imagine
You just choose now to block your hearts valves with unforgivness and sadness
Why won't you look at me?
You use to love eye contact
Why won't you hold my hand?
You use to love symbolic impact..
I'm still here,
I have endured you long enough pushing me away
What is it about love you don't want? You don't believe in? That you don't think I should stay?
For your heart beats for that one, right?
You yearn for the possibility of showing the kind of man you are...the amount of love you can give.
Just know, I'm one of the essentials in life - without me...it's nearly impossible to truly live.

I was there when you remembered - I was there when you cried - I was there when they walked away - I was there when they died. I was there in the smiles - I was there for the laughs. I was there at first sight - I was there at the last. I was there when you've fallen steep - I was there when you've risen - I was there when you hated me...I'll remain here....even if not forgiven.

For I am love,
I never left you. I always remained here by your side
Please stop running away from me -
Please let me back in
Forgive me
Please, don't say goodbye.
I wrote a piece about what love was - this was love finding me and responding to me piece - inspired by collateral beauty
My beautiful goddess,
Your seductive magic casts a spell upon me;
I can't see beyond your eyes.

Seeing in you a blue sky,
You shine as bright as sunrise,
Rising above two lovers,
Who, danced all night under satin sheets.

Your curved lips,
Just can't disguise their soft surprise.

Drinking wine on Sundays,
Lunch in bed.

Daydreaming of me and you, traveling east through times past;

My mind leads me to follow,
A glorious vision,
A glimmering Soul that mirrors the sparkle,
Of a sunrise in her eyes.

Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
LOVE IS THE MOMENT FROM THE HEIRS FEAT (LEE MIN ** AND PARK SHIN HYE)
https://youtu.be/Nw_GdQoK540
 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
Fay Slimm
This time last year
when he was here
skies stayed bluer,
dawnings newer,
horizons clearer,
and distance nearer.
Clouds looked whiter,
sunset brighter,
dreams were sweeter,
night held no fear.
Life seemed exciting,
smiles spread wider,
sighs lost meaning,
tears disappeared.
Dark days grew fewer,
hope flowed truer,
dreams became deeper,
believing easier.
A future shone lighter,
love felt so right,
this time last year,
when he was here.
 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
Mona
You never truly know loss,
Or how much tragedy weighs,
How it makes feel like you're under water,
And to breathe, your lungs just won't obey.

You were so small, so hidden in the universe,
And suddenly your existence is so massive,
You never know until you're hit,
That the force of it all makes you come crashing.

And every scattered piece is calling for the other,
And everyone is insistingly trying to help,
But the water level rises to your ears,
And every sound that comes close is always repelled.

You never truly know loss,
How it spreads like cancer inside your being,
You never know until you're a core of something that used to be,
And there's nothing more of you worth seeing.

You never know...
All those second hand tears never prepare you,
For when your lungs are filled with water,
And it feels like there's no sun to look up to.
 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
Mona
To Become
 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
Mona
What am I to become?
I held bottles
of promises,
And threw them
At the setting sun.

Watching golden irises,
Melting steel
With their intensity,
But hands refuse
To acknowledge them
As if they were viruses.

What am I to become?
When every yesterday
Is tucked under
An avoided tomorrow,
In a book finished by none.

What am I to do?
When it's three
In the afternoon
But the sky is midnight
Black further distorting
The sullenness of blue.

All the first class passengers,
Safely heading
To their clean slates
In Mars where
It's free from damages.

What am I to become?
A fraction of empathy,
A fraction of passivity,
Intermingling
In one tongue.

What am I to become?
An upgrade?
Where streets collapse,
My roof is still intact
My weather still calm.

So is it hope,
Or absolute dread,
That's setting
The first step
In this unfurling road.
I was listening to a song called Saturn by Sleeping At Last while writing this. I think it's in contrast to everything I just wrote. But give it a listen.
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