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Arcassin B May 2014
By Arcassin B



He stares at her,

like theres no chance,

Parten me for being guilty,

Mountains i could move,

but your feelings due for plenty,


he kisses her,

like he doesnt care,

parten me for jealousy,

i was kinda crule,

i shouldnt feel this shity,


he holds her,

like theres no tomorrow,

why do i feel pity,

i feel like a cut up mule,

needing someones empathy,

on the road to her soul.
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Love Jul 2014
Tu tienes mi corazon para siempre.

Why take my heart and possess it in a place where it cannot thrive,
Only suffer.

Why be so crule as to take my mind captive,
Then toil and torture it?

Love I will fight back.
I would rather love and remain repressed and silent,
Then to ever ponder hate thoughts of you.

Tu tienes mi corazon para siempre.
Waitherero Apr 2016
I wish I could turn back time
To the good old days

Even thinking back
I was never here
I was and will be lost in this world

I was never suposed to be

I wish I could turn back time
To the good old days

To the time "I" was "me"
Before I ever knew myself  
With all the senses of being, of existing

Before the ralms of reality took hold of my soul and twisted it to something unknown

Before I was thrown out of paradise itself
And into a crule unforgiving world of lost souls like my own

I feel it deep within
What I lost, what is missing

Just living life and expirencing true fulfillment of just being a human being

A human soul
James Riddle Jul 2013
Hate so pure it scortches the ground
as I walk this dark, lonely road
The shadows feel my presence
and demons quake at the sight
Satan is to afraid to claim this wretched child
for it it more powerful than he

The Hate is pulsing through my veins
what has humanity done to me
a monster I have become
feared by everyone, wanted by none
forever cursed to walk alone
heartless, souless, I carry on

I am glad you fear me...
I am glad you hate me...
it shows me who I really am
an outcast, a misfit. untrusted, unloved
Only one has shown me kindness
then she to turned and joined the crowd

*A scepticle, they point and they stare,
but afraid they are to meet my gaze.
Am I as vile as they say, a creature so
crule that they fear him more than the
devil himself. the proof is in your faces
and if it is all true, then I am more than
happy to say Welcome To Hell
Bluebird  Feb 2015
Mistake
Bluebird Feb 2015
i layed in my room on my bed,
i only wished to die in my sleep
fallen appart,i was nearly dead
cause of a promisse i didn't keep.

i couldn't eat i couldn't talk,
i was hunted by my past,
barely having stenght to walk,
i've put my all to the test.

i couldn't smile with pain in my chests,
then came fears, i became paranoid,
followed by the darkest fleshbacks,
until the gap in heart became a void.

i fell as low as person can fall,
there was only up i could go,
missed the death, had to crawl,
decided never to let myself fall so low.

it's been a year i'm alright,
i still recover,my heart needs some rest,
i know my strenght and learning to fight,
a crule deamon called ''my past''.
true story
your eyes dazzle me, beyond belief,
you care,
even though the world was crule to you,
you love me,
which is still hard for me to understand,
but i dont want you to stop.
because i love you too.
i hope its not annoying,
that i tell you how much you mean to me,
i do that,
because i want you to know,
every day,
that you matter.
I love you seelenverwandter,
you make me happy,
when no one else does,
i want to be with you
Always.
to Jacob
Arcassin B May 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Teenage stories again??
She was an A student,
Traveling a crule and beautiful world filled with dreams and dispair,
No help there,
She knew what she wanted,
Living in a disgusting neighborhood,
Parents barely paying rent on time,
But at times,
It was more like a cry for help,
Other girls bullying her after school,
She yells for help,
But no one aids her,
In pain and exhausted,
She walks home lost and selfpitying herself,
"all those marks on your face.... How come?",
Runs up to her room and never answers her mom,
Then later patches her up,
And tells good night,
Knowing she won't get any sleep,
Cause her parents were gonna get in a fight,
So just do like mommy told you , if there's screaming,
Then you'll know what to do,
What happens in the house stays,
There's no leaving,
In the darkness, dripping tears,
Waiting for it to stop is what she'll do,
Very cold.
No kid should go through that.
Iska  Jan 2018
Nighttide
Iska Jan 2018
It is easy to love and laugh under the sun.
It is at night when the challenge will come.
The sun's rays keep the darkness at bay
But what's to protect you at the end of the day?
When the darkness consumes your world?
When your thoughts begin to spin and swirl?
The stars shine both cold and bright,
Bathing my moonburnt tears in earthereal light.
The moon turns my skin to marble and glass
And the ground I walk on turns to ash.
Such crule beauty that does reside
When the dark makes the light subside.
Ember L Wade Jun 2012
Darkness blinding silence screaming,
Everyone in pain and bleeding.
Agony, sadness decieving
Till you end up not believing.
Pain and pleasure both in measure,
Of all the most your affection I treasure.
Hearts are broken numb from tokin'
"I love you" are words unspoken.
Hide your eyes and seek not my soul,
Else against heart's crule whims you will play that role-
If you like I have suffered still
This thing heedless of our own will.
This feeling stays and like a vice
It keeps me tansfixed to you as if by ice.
A raven's cry like mine sings your name,
For mine own imperfections would bring you to shame.
But fear and hurt- they give way to hope,
When all we know is together we cope.
Although I'm scared of what may come,
I have you- the only one.
Dark clouds obscure the skies with storms,
Emotions and lives takes different forms.
A secret unspoken holds us from harm,
Knowing full well the hidden charm.
All the while this is the best memory,
Together with you in broken harmony.
Arcassin B  May 2018
Sway
Arcassin B May 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

undercover,broken neck,
‎Charlie horse here,
‎from your bones to your sweat,
‎they will all see fear
‎all and all,we all see,
‎all seeing eye your peers,
‎forbidden even for you eyes,two times
the surprise,
We all gotta live in this crule society,
Learning all its secrets like a hive,
can't be hiding bee,
Consuming so much dumb **** in this
world through memory,
But common sense is common sense,
Ain't no conspiracies,
Blind to the fact , when the,
Vultures starts attacking , and they,
Drive the beast up and down every coast.
Love to sway the weak and break the strong,
Time is on our side , we'll move on,
Watch your **** back cause they do the
most.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/05/sway.html
Rosalie Walker Sep 2013
She had her own little world,
Where she could be herself without being afraid,
Being there was beautiful

People call her a freak,
They say she's a nowhere girl
'Cause she's living out of this world.

She talks to birds she talks to angels
She talks to trees she talks to bees
Talks to the rainbows and to the seas

She lives in the world of imagination,
To hide from the crule reality of this world
Peace Ekeinde Apr 2020
A woman in her prime is the pride of her man
She can be the reason for a man's happiness
but also the reason for a man's pains
It has happened to me  I should know

A long time ago,then I was young and naive
She came into my life
Everything changed
She made me the happiest
Man in the world

We did things together
Shared dreams together
Oh,what a blissful love!

But then she left me
Shocked right?
But bet me it was more than just a mear shock to me

And as years past

Her rose-like memories then became as a thorn of a thousand spikes in my heart

To forget I drawn myself In my whiskey
But even my whiskey betrays me
I wake up to find the pain still there

The agony of a broken heart pumping
The wish of a lost soul begging to be found
Memories of her smiles still hunt me

She came early into my life and as early she left me
Now I have to live the rest of my life without her
Oh,
what a beautiful mistake!

But wait!
What was my mistake?
What did I do wrong?
Is it wrong to fall in love

Correction!
It is not a beautiful mistake
It is just fate

FATE THEY SAY IS CRULE BUT WOMEN ARE IT'S TOOLS

WRITTEN BY-Peace Ekeinde
Please encourage a young writter

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