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lina S  Oct 2018
Maroon
lina S Oct 2018
Lights dimmed
Red soft lights
Baroque colors everywhere
Like sipping wine in a coffin

Sweet, free, dead.

Like blood pouring out the vains
And it pains but there's no pain

A soft image of you.  Dark ...Slim ..
Distant.

Constantly there
In my head
Constantly out of reach
In my life

And if I can take in this *******, I would.
and if I can make it better, I would.
And if you're disappointed then let it be.  
Cause I made it be .

The rules and regulations put on me.
Renting a few moments of life, and a moment of you is what I need.
A moment I would pay morals for, disappointment for, guilt for.

Work, snakes, frienemies, money *****, white collar slavery, broken family, unwanted love, incapability, mistakes, lost.

But the image of you feels sweet.
A sweet maroon glass of wine
Divine
Mine ...
I wish
Naomi Sa'Rai Jul 2013
I live in the town
Where kids sip champagne
To forget pain
And chug hennessy
With their enemies
Simply licking down *****
And eating their frienemies
Life's a bottle of tanqueray
Have a seat, listen, stay
The worlds a shot of tequila rose
Complex as a stiffened pose
I live in a town
Where the kids
Lush
In a hush
Arcassin B Dec 2014
By Arcassin B and Aniya




AB: Everytime we make mistakes,
We turn around and face the music,
And when nothing is playing,
The harsh reality get realistic,
Everybody wanna put us down,
Everybody wanna put us down,
Everybody wanna put us down,



AB: Unreasonable outcomes,
Shards of glass consisting broken thumbs,
Sadness is unbearable to cope,
Like breathing out your lungs,
Death in the family and misguided by the world of cruelty,
Depression can make up for all our memories,
It was also desperation for the frienemies,
Searching for a better way to fight my hateful riotings,
Heaven sent is troubling,
And life is slowly tumbling,



AB: Everytime we make mistakes,
We turn around and face the music,
And when nothing is playing,
The harsh reality get realistic,
Everybody wanna put us down,
Everybody wanna put us down,
Everybody wanna put us down,



Aniya: Product of a broken home,
Feeling like a broken bone that just won't mend,
Never wishing for a happy ending,
Just looking for an end,

I'd backtrack to a time where I began,
When the dark got out of hand,
So when I could ask for a hand,
But I'm trapped here lacking sleep,
Anxiety won't let me be,
Clawing out of my chest and into these words,
Trying to break free,


AB: Everytime we make mistakes,
We turn around and face the music,
And when nothing is playing,
The harsh reality get realistic,
Everybody wanna put us down,
Everybody wanna put us down,
Everybody wanna put us down.
Collaboration with the young miss beautiful Aniya ❤
Arcassin B May 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


Perfect As you are, your the epitome
Of my existence and the flower that grows from my
Dome invading all my space courageously giving me
The upper hand to be your man in all this filth,
In all this rage,
In this wicked world , your my girl,
You might as well get use to it,
Abusing it,
Like prescription drugs,
Slow and vague as a slug,
Enquiry number of hugs,
I'll give you all the love that you need relentlessly
Claiming that you are mine and shouting to the world
That you're the one that has captured my body , my mind
And my soul,
Inside the space of my arms,
Your the one that I'd hold,
When I don't tell you my secrets then you thinks that it's cold,
She said "what are you afraid of" I said "wouldn't you like to know",
If you wanna feel yourself again just wiggle your toe,
Theres no choices in this life for us to make time go slow,
I have everything to live for , don't need a bone to throw,
If you wanna move to this place or this place then we'll go,
Pulling apart puzzle pieces of being a strong minded human being
Erasing things of the past then end up telling all your frienemies lacking
Discipline  and grace as you try to hold it together but it gets
Hard at times to wonder where you'll end up eventually,
I know no one will ever be into me,
And I've been fine with that since a pre-teen,
I got style and grace and creativity,
You're lacking all of the things that you seem to be.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/05/wouldnt-you-like-to-know.html

Bare with me...
Frienemies with benefits
I suppose that's what we are,
It's really not that bizarre.
Kissers, and snugglers and touchers,
not lovers.
We might only go so far.

But if one or no soul asks me,
I am grateful for you,
     And I.
How we're something new.
We're
Sometimes just two in a room.
Sometimes something good ensues.
I'm grateful.
Arcassin B Oct 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


The dark is fragile to ones that haven't given their lives,
The ungrasp of something coming closer towards you,
Knowing your every move and duplicating your fears,
Seeing what is not there and scaring off any of your peers,
But somewhere,
Is where,
We all belong,
The holy Grail isolated from the world,
A place where you could be free,
See the beauty and conduct of freedom
All around you,
New friends,  a new race,
A new salvation,
Where color isn't problem,
And cops don't beat on us when they want,
But so far,
We aren't too far,
From societies harsh ways,
The dark will not harm us,
The dark will not isolate us from our destinies,
To be one with our entities and make no more
frienemies,
Hoping it would last long as any Utopia does.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/p/ab-powtry.html
Tatsuke Uchiha Mar 2014
I feel like everyone is my enemy here.
They are all toying with me.
They are all facades.
None of it is real.
This 'love' and 'caring' *******.
Even my saviour will be my killer.
There is no end to it.
I'm stuck in this prison,
A prison forever having its deadly grasps on me.
I don't even know any more.
Here I am,
Writing about my feels and thoughts,
But for what?
I wonder.
There is no one who will listen to me.
The silence suffocates me from within.
I, myself have grown pessimistic towards life.
There is just no end to lifes twisted games.
And everyone has a significant role to play.
I am my own actress in my twisted fate.
I feel as though I'm stuck and surrounded,
Surrounded by these 'frienemies'
I no longer feel,
As though I have a place where I belong...
A place where I can call home...
Ehh...
Such is life.
I just...
Feel lost.
AJ Farruco  May 2019
OLDBOY.
AJ Farruco May 2019
Small talk is shrinking/
Soon, there'll be nothing left to say/
Awkward silence/
Choking on existential dread/
Broken ice/
The future bones of former frienemies/
As throwing knives; time paradox/
Don't ask me why I'm cold/
Hypothermia/
Not here, and she knows it/
My spirit animal: a lobster in the ocean/
Of a seashell/
My real self is hidden, and/
Heavily encrypted, I/
Hack it into pieces/
Until my core splinters.../

CLAWS OUT/
SCRATCH MY BROKEN RECORD/
I'M NOT A PLAYER/
I JUST CRUSH:****:DESTROY A LOT/
MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE/
MAKE A DECISION/
WAKE UP FIFTEEN YEARS LATER/
IN A BOX/
AND EVERYBODY HATES ME/
INCLUDING MYSELVES.../

I am not normal/
I cannot talk small/
I'm thinking about cutting out my tongue/
Like Oldboy./
© + ® A.J. Farruco, 12/05/2019.
Odd Odyssey Poet  Jul 2018
Socks
Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 2018
Holes in my old socks, be so quick to compare to my heart.
Money I kept hide in the socks, lost my loose change. No wait let me restart.

Holes in my socks, be so quick to compare to my heart,
Life been too hard, tell me what's new. We all puzzle pieces trying to fit the part.
And money comes and goes but its never clean like the silk keeping my feet warm,
And we all wake up having a bad day, feeling so torn.

Throw your conscious in the washing machine to try and clean it so it at least smells fresh.
Add my empty socks to take up some space, just don't mix it with an old Ladies dress.

And my brain is just spinning, spinning, spinning,
This game in life feels rigged. So I'm not really winning, winning, winning.

O baby, don't lose my socks in the laundry, they holding too many memories.
All the weird friends you hang with, you would make me hang with them too. These be my next frienemies.
Shaquille Reid  Apr 2018
Might
Shaquille Reid Apr 2018
In a world
where everything
is entitled yet prolific,
I wake up everyday
to gather the specifics.
although i often ponder
on my purpose to breath
i deal with most of my inhibitions
With a light draw of some cali tree.
You see the trees show the truth...
Once you climb the hierarchy;
presently elevating
at mach 5 wondering
who can actually stop me?
Because my thirst for answers
is quite similar to
A fish out of water
Although i feel like im
on the cusp of a mood alter.
Bartering with society,
Seeking acceptance
from those around me.
Though realistically they just clown me.
Now I contemplate the fates of the bonds.
Because its pretty clear these cant compromise to what im on....
the best drug ever positivity.
Charging my extremities,
Propelling me forward
until my “frienemies” are outta sight.
On a new plight,
Though im not trying to fight.
I will no longer wasting my
breathe on those with weak might.

— The End —