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Hayleigh Jun 2014
You scream urgency
Like an accident and emergency
waiting room,
like a person relapsing into addiction,
Because they pushed themselves
too soon.
And there are claw marks in the soil,
Where you've tried to get to grips,
with your inner turmoil.
And there's a danger in your voice,
Like a lost child waiting to be found,
And you string sentences at a time
but no sound, emits.
As you sit in fits,
Of hysterics.
Danger, like,
Racing cars and frightened cries,
And there are holes in your back,
Formed by the lies,
You've been subjected too
And i wonder if i could use them
To carefully breath life back into you.
The life that you seem to have let
Slip through your finger tips,
Like dry sand,
And there are wants and demands,
Taped to the pupils of your eyes,
I wonder if i get close enough,
If i could see,
If i could prize,
open,
The dreams and memories,
Before they turned stale
And congealed in your veins,
Before they curled up and died
and left you entangled,
In the remains.
And the valleys of your eyes,
Run wide and down deep,
And when you weep,
Your tears fall heavier,
Than a ten tonne van,
Falling from unreachable heights,
And there are marks on your body,
Where you've lost the fights,
The sleepless nights,
With yourself.
And you're a shadow of the man,
You used to be,
And even your shadow,
Has sought to be free from you,
Sought someone anew.
And your foundations
Are built on heartache and pain,
And those little tear ducts in your eyes,
they constantly rain,
Torrential down pours,
And there is hopelessness,
Embedded deep within your poors.
And despite the ongoing rain,
You
You're in a draught,
All the love you've showered others in
Means you've ran out,
for yourself,
And your health,
Is a picture
Of cigarettes and late night drinks,
Old whiskey, poured down sinks,
And you're reaching the brink,
The breaking point,
But you quite like the sound,
Of broken plates
And you greet with haste,
The familiar taste of
Self destruction.
And there's a ghost,
Where you used to be,
Haunting the curves
Of your smile,
Watching you all the while,
As you destroy and defile,
The cold skin,
That stretches over your protruding bones,
This terror your living in,
Lures the wolves home,
Could start a thousand wars,
And this battle your fighting,
These revolving doors,
Inside of your mind,
Leave a carcus, a morsel,
A shell,
Of yourself behind.
And your insides stick to the past,
Like double sided cello tape,
And there are windchimes in your spine,
Counting down the time you wait,
For freedom to meet you
With open arms,
And your arms,
Paint a picture of self harm,
In bright red pen,
And the ringing of alarms is renewed
Again and again.
And your heart on your sleeve,
Is clouded,
And weaved,
Between fragile pastel pink scars,
And the hesitation in your voice,
Jars any conversation,
And you scream in frustration
As we express your complications.
And you,
You wish desperately,
That you could be free,
Of those demons, the sin,
For a new beginning.
And there's toxic in your lungs,
And a noose around your neck,
Where you've hung your expectations
Too high,
And you're hanging by a thread,
And the further you slip,
The more knots you tie,
In an attempt to buy time,
And you drink down each crime against yourself,
With another bottle of wine,
As you search and unwind,
The mazes within your mind.
And you can see in the way you carry your frame,
That you've been to the depths of hell and danced with the devil in vain,
On many occasions,
And your eyes they tell tales wanders
Of liquid sedation,
As you squeeze into a nation,
Too small,
Too handle,
Too inexperienced,
Too dismantle,
The train wreck,
You see,
Every time you look
Intensely,
At your reflection,
And your recollections of your past,
Are like shards of sharp glass,
Scattered between the seams of your life,
And you,
You batter the strife,
With drug filled bombs,
Painful tongues and licks,
Of the kicks,
You deny to be true,
As you continue to fall through,
Reality in a clarity,
Smeared with drunken violence,
And ear piercing silence.
Redrafted :)
******* ain't **** in 2000's i don't trust em
they show they ***** so **** 'em
buck 'em down smack downs with the gun in hand
leave a permanent frown in school i was a clown
after the money the green crack scene king
everything turned reality from a dream
now a loc on the loose lookin' for a caboose
so i can tap it like rabbit smokin' jokerslike a bad habit
show up boy if ya want to watch these slugs dump up on you
still a ***** been real since i was an embryo
don't matter the scenery or scenario down for my barrios
turn 15 keys to 75 G's nigguh please 
i don't mean to brag but i got street cred **** the feds
and cops to 502's tryna get a brother on a catch 22
learned game from the wise my eyes
filled with blood from **** im tokin'
throwin' a peck harder than woody woulda
carvin' haters with barbed wire
im Crazy never lazy with my trigger aim high not low
hop in the blue midnight 64 pinin' the baddest cabbage
raw savage spittin' cavi flow open up ya holes
with my hallows ya swallow casket follow
but ain't no love lost toss out the best of 'em
now they sleepin' with the rest of 'em
ti's the retunr of the G me replica of the E
they may forget you i but imma keep you alive
though ya dead and gone
im continue stompin' much luv from Texas to Compton

So what the ****? ****** bumpin' gums
talkin' loud but sound like they got ***
in their mouth watch ya mouth boy
i ain't comin' to play
deals from Montego Bay parlay in the streets Texas to LA
i smoke muthaphukkaz like a philly
get off the ***** silly crazier than a hillbilly
fuedin' cities show none pities
to muthaphuckaz the world is a ****** up place
too many after the paper chase
from ladies to hoes rich to poors weak trend to populace fashion shows
i opened doors
thats locked dont give a **** thats why i keep the pistol cocked
knocked off'd another now ya blood on the concrete
duck nigguh! now ya *** a sleep a creep
on the real thought really doe
i don't rock diamonds or pretentious jewels
just man made rules **** religion along with a stool pigeon
my hands itchin'
cuz im urgin' for another ****** plan with the pistol hand
to **** propaganda can't tha
stupid *** media nothing but ******* hidin'
behind tubes muthaphukkaz
come out come out so i can show ya what the
hallow points about
i may get killed for keepin' to real
i put that on my kids and my biz
by the way my muthaphukkin' name is!!!
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Majd Al Deen Aug 2014
I closed the door
And sit on the floor
Looking through the window in the wall
To the tree leaves in the fall
To the kites that fly and soar
Suddenly, the wind started to roar
And gently went through my soul
Whistling in my ears like a call
Talking, as it referring to us all

Saying: please no need to fear
I am just looking for someone to hear
All those houses humans tear
All those children that can't bear
All that blood, all that fear
Or that killing atmosphere
Children are killed with joy and jeer
They are helpless and got nothing to wear
Why they can't veer
And live along with cheer
Why justice can't appear
But after all that, children never sear
They still stand and rear
Defending themselves without a gear
Please do something my dear

Its breeze was clean and cool
Dancing with paper and wool
Playing with water in the pool
Whom I kidding, I am not a fool
All that children, all that poors
I wrote this poem for the children that are slaughtered and killed in Gaza...may God be with them <3
girl  Apr 2013
That Voice
girl Apr 2013
Her voice poors out of her mouth
She is able to stand on that stage and share her talent
She is talented
That voice is thick and strong and loud enough to reach hundreds of ears
That voice is smooth and gentle and soft enough to please hundreds of hearts
What good is a second-rate piano player compared to a voice like that?
Her skirt will always be longer, more flirty
Her teeth with always be straighter, tucked further away with the pensive look she has
It is my love for Victor Hugo against her love for Victor Hugo
My love for Broadway versus her love for Broadway
But all I have is 10 stubby fingers to tickle the worn Baldwin in my living room
She has that voice in a room full of red velvet seats
It is my interest in Kristin Chenoweth against her interest in Kristin Chenoweth
We both like to read
We both like the theatre
We both like you
But what can compare to a voice like that?
Cheyenne Oct 2017
What do you see in me
Do you see a smiling girl?
A smart girl?
A girl who loves to sing?
A girl who always knows how to make you laugh?
Or who knows what your going to say?
A girl you can tell everything to?
A girl who sees the good in the world?
Who sees nature differently?
Who sees purity in the dark?
Someone who knows how to fly?
What if I told you...
I'm the girl who goes on crying for days...
I'm the girl who does school work 6 hours straight,afraid to fail....
I'm the girl who poors out her feelings in song because no one can hear my words...
Who only makes you laugh so she doesn't cry...
Who knows what you will say because she remembers every one of your words afraid they will be your last...
I'm the girl who listens to your problems so she doesn't have to live through hers...
Who sees the good so she can chase away the bad...
Who wishes she could be a bird that way she'd finally be free...
I'm the girl who is the dark so she picks out the purity because she wishes to be that light...
I'm the girl who only knows how to fly because I'm scared to fall...
Do you still see those things in me?
Am I still that never ending joyful person?
Mitchell Mar 2011
Oh you no 7 x 7 isn't 49
And there ain't no way in the world
That your soul could possibly be dead
Cause you seeing those crashing waves
Yes you hear them and their loud
But somewhere deep inside that head
There is something else to be said
Last night I dissapeared from sister
And yes I lie when I say I don't miss her
I wrote her a note while sailin' away on a boat
Oh how I lie when I say I don't miss her
Whisper to the night and expect not an answer
Alone in a world spinning with disaster
Words that twirl eventually are wet with drool
Mary sister yes once used to be my master
A fortnight was alright until the birds started chirping
So early that I just couldn't stand it
I buried the hatchet in this heart long ago
And no the action was not at all outlandish
Passing through years that felt like seconds
As the sound of my sister still beckons
Lightning cracks as I bend my back
For a dollar in inevitable squalor
An open road for the hipster toads
Lures the weak ones with spirit like dreams
But these monsters that linger inside our heads
Our myth with apparition standing stiff
Link the chord and be bored with the music you heard before
Cause' the times that were a changing are now no more
Look forward to the quick and easy fix
A painting that costs one thousand and ten licks
Hang it for coffee, hang it for drink, hang it for the boyfriend who you believe can think
For that is what we are all really looking for
A masterpiece of sincerity a tip toein' with authenticity
Convinced I've felt the real thing
A shadow tells me that I am not here
No never, not at all
The back of a bedroom says that this room is full
My girl is at the end of the hall
Standing alone, no bone but mine
The reader grins afraid and victorious
All at the same time
Tell me what I did, what I said, who the gutter girl ****** in bed
Aftermath of publications punkish in their poors
Metal metaphors of anarchy wishing that they were similes in "the feel"
Goodnight to your grand opening selling that thing with the feathers
Why bother with something that I can't shoot in the eye, bake with a pie
Eat while the year is passing and the cars won't stop to bother
Hello, yes?, I'm here, are you? Yeah, why?, cause you wanted me to get here man!!!!!!
OH YEAH OH YEAH OH YEAH I PLUM FORGOT
Silly at night sinking softly in the morning but the nightlife ain't a morning cause a the stink of her breath
****** tosses a hat in the air, dies, another comes and takes his place
Continue
Black and blue with a ink blot test gone array
The starry night sky with a million cities burning
Minions of monsters move so fast madly that your own thoughts forget themselves and remember the hair of your first love that seemed like an ancient angelic mare
Not a possibility of the sea where there are no currents that can move the memories of transitory commerce that made another guy rich and another guy poor
Oh so poor
Oh so dead
Oh so filled with **** previews that make young men and women rich on clips of fat like a steak thrown away
Concrete pours on the heads of the righteous filled to the brim with ideals of theological fantastics that in the hemisphere spelling never did exists all the while the black lines, yet with yet, tell themselves secrets jingling bells with sapphire eyes all the while caught off guard with a thousand endless secrets still wishing they had millions
A mystery novel produced, never read, but remembered
Hallow in the heart, she said to me, hallow and crazy
Ok then toward the end the street said right or left and I chose up
A girl, mexican, wished one day she could believe that she was clean
A wet spot on the rug told me not to tug at his anxiety and his belief
Ok then, where do we go from here?
No, I don't tink' I know the answer
"Do you?" No. "Do you?" Nope. "Are you answering for me or are you answering for yourself?" I'm answering for the chalkboard cause' I like the sound of chalk on the thick green skin
Forget about it until the time comes for the girl behind you with the *******
Read a note from a girl and she said she loved me
Said I hated her and she still said she loved me
Were married now
Not a thing special when the dance makes up your soul
Forgetting that time ticks for the sure and the scared
OHHH what happiness comes from check good and cashed
Which preferment plan for the milk and the maid
The honk and the duck's blade?
Farming in the depths of dirt that reminds me of my young girth
A plentiful place where images flicker on the edge of sinister
Money cars clothes in hoes
Is all a nigguh knows
Yea thats a biggie flow
Cashed the check
Rejected the cash flow
Embraced in knowledge
Learned the rules to the game
Ten to follow hard to swallow
When ya tryna intake
Alot of **** on ya plate
Expose the wickedness and
Try to miss the crate deaths date
How can i relate?
To the end times resurgence of crime
At an all time
High blow my **** into the sky
Retrace the atmosphere
So spirits can gear
Towards my mind body n soul
Im a predicament
Lucifer offeres me an repenment
If i only became devil sent
Naw i objected then he try to reconnect it
Even though o gotta tight flow
Police came to the door
I ran through the corridors
Evil right in my face shinin bright lights
As the ghetto birds hoverin' over my neighborhoods sight
Enticin' freight
Got peeps peepin' out the window
Scared little babies cryin'
They dont know why maybe its because they feel the evil in the skies
Open my eyes
**** im stuck in a dream but the dream.
Became a reality
Looked on the tv another black fatality
In reality
Thats all i know embrace the knowledgw
Skipped college
Be true to they self know thy self
This me a **** to my last breath
Changed the gruesome scenes
As the world sings is pain
But if i ruled....


And now that the chaos
Has spread
Got melees riots defiance
Nothin' but dred bloodshed
Bein' sent by every nation
Presidents rulin' the oppressed
Got us in segregation
Who's really startin' the wars?
Embracin' the sores of the poors?
Open ya mind stop being asinine
Know the truth is right in the face
Medias facetious lets make trading places
And move them ******* at the bottom
While we rise on top
But too.many scared to get dropped
In fear of man
Who breathes the same air as we
Believe me freemason-ry
Started since the beginning of time
Secrecy been hidin from mankind
I found the garden of eden
Serpents all.over the place
Can you say amazing grace?
How sweet the sound
Naw more like out of tune sound
My life is rugged raw and thugged out
Thats why i see out
Ashes from.**** to clear out
My consciousness suckas is buggin'
Still.mean muggin'
These adversaries that try to bury me
Feel me
One time watch out cuz fools after ya riches
Never sho love to fake as *******
Closest homies are snitches
I got death wishes
Try to bring peace while i pack a piece
Just in case of a slippin' cuz some be trippin'
Hate to see someone's flesh ripped in
From the bullets that greeted the frame
O i wish i could change some thangs
But most to busy after the flame
I evade the swirl
only if i could rules
the worldsdsssss


Noah  Jul 2013
First Song
Noah Jul 2013
Is it raining, or is this a storm,
Is it a few bees, or is it a swarm,
Look at the world, look at the room,
See the lightning, hear the boom,
Take what you have take it away,
Give some more than before today,
You got a family here, a family there,
We are all here for the PWDB fair.

Im not washing the slate clean,
But i not being mean,
This war we're fighting,
Its not just writeing,
Its music, its emotion,
So if ur gonna be sick, be sick of societies poison,


Hey, oh, tell them turn it up till they cant no more,
We got the party, whos it for?
Its for all of you who come to see us,
Its for none of those from outside the sequence,
Its for the people that support us on the way,
Its for the ones who help us anyway,
We are all aliens, cause we are not of this world,
We are of the musical, so common and hit the floor,

Im not washing the slate clean,
But i not being mean,
This war we're fighting,
Its not just writeing,
Its music, its emotion,
So if ur gonna be sick, be sick of the poison,

The energy is rising in the room,
You cant deny the sound of whom,
The force of the sound, the heat of the beat,
Its more than the sound of thunder or the lightning heat,
We have our own, you have yours,
We gonna keep goin till it poors,
When it poors, we keep going,
So that everyone knows what we are showing,
We are showing the love of the sound,
For those people who cant stand up, but are proud,
For the weak who here can all stand tall,
While the strong run for cover before the fall.
So sing for the weak, and sing for the strong,
Sing for the right and sing for the wrong,
Sing for your life, cause you wont run,
Cause we arent done having some fun!
Made a song that me and my friend are gonna do when we make our band.
Bellie-boo Nov 2013
The road was shiny slick with glissoning rain as I flew  down the highway,
Owl city's voices hymed through the poors of my radio,
"When I'm far too tird to fall asleep"  they say,
A car rushes round the corner so I switch my lights to low.

A Buzz or two,
A twinckle light luminates the middle concile,
U coming home baby? We miss you:(

Heh,
I miss u2

A little  girl goldest hair  you can  think of pops into my head,
"Daddy" she says  arm streched wide inviting,
"Welcome home, Daddy," the lovliest women  you'd ever seen said,
I walk in and the aroma of chiken, mash patatos, and fresh cut bean meet me I'm home in time for supper that's supprizing.

God it's so late,
My headlights chase after the yellow dashed line,
Buzz When you get hom we should go on a d8
22 miles till home says the sign.

Such a long drive,
but to where I'm going it's worth it,
into bed's the first place I'll dive,
all the rain glows like a candle that's lit.

Buzz We can't  wait 2c u:)
Reply me 2

I set me phone on the dashboard as I start to round the mountian's sleek edges,
Rain sets the road like ice,

Buzz! I love you;)

In the distance apears yellow wedges,
My breaks are squeaking mice.

Hydroplaning we lose control,
My head bashes gainst the air bag,
driffting away is my soul,
Head hung eyes sag.

Buzz *I love you
Arcassin B Jul 2017
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
Fish The Pig Nov 2014
I'll never have the style of J.K's **** chic
Nor the grace, sass, and presence of the black she-goddess.
The blondes and skinnies and populars and poors
will never look at me with desire.
no,
I'll never be like them.
I can run and follow,
but when the swans glide across the water
I will drown.
I can chase them
squealing for approval
but when they take flight
I'll be left behind.

I'll never be beautiful,
wanted,
rich,
fabulous,
admired,
be the object of another's jealousy.
No I''ll never be them
I'll never have that life.

I'm an ugly pink pig,
but just as an ugly pink pig,
there's nothing I can do about it.
So **** it all
I'm an ugly pink Pig,
I'll grow tusks
be a nasty slobbering Boar
I'm ugly I know it
and it's time to stop crying
time to stop feeling miserable.
I'm ugly and you're gonna know it
won't be able to avoid it
I'll shove my crooked nose in your face
your eyes will play connect-the-dots with my acne
My endomorphic fat will make you glad you're not me
My scraggly hair will give you relief over your haircut
my much too big head is gonna leave you admiring
your fine-sized head in the mirror.

Go to the city friend,
go and live and be glorious,
should you need me
I'll be in the farm
hidden in the swamp
slobbering and snarling
with the company of bugs.
and there,
my friend,
my swan,
my hero,
my goddess,
there, I shall be happy.
Lauren Ehrler  Aug 2018
Untitled
Lauren Ehrler Aug 2018
I was lucky
Drama never exploded upon me
Half-truths
Half-lies
I never took part in them
Being shy and quiet,  
I never really cared for it
Nasty mean words
Hate that poors from mouths like
Bile

I always thought drama was a way for attention seekers to be seen
And a way to hurt people deemed worthy
Such a lovely way to be noticed
Through rumors and hate  
Thick sludge that even the pureness of honesty can't defeat

Honesty was a strong suit for me
A quiet girl with little to say
Why say something if it's a lie?
And most honesty hurts others so I stayed quiet
I had poetry anyway

Poetry
A language of it's own
Flowing, curt, inspiring
It was magic to me
Somehow it still is
A magic that is real,
Yet feels so unreal

Why would I tamper poetry  
With petty drama?
It's pure beauty enables emotion to meet a life in ink
All emotion freely flowing from a pen to a page
Erasing and capturing them into glimpses of what is real and felt

Instead of lies I tell truths
Which is why I rarely speak
The truth is hard to handle
I don't want to be half of something
I'm so whole and full to the brim of life
How would it be right to speak half,  
To live half a life?
It wouldn't be fair
So no half-truths
Only fullness
To represent the life I have to give
Might edit a bit more. Tell me what you think!
Max  Apr 2017
Scars
Max Apr 2017
Because of others we have scars
Only because the choice of our hearts
But love is love
It's not the parts
And there is nothing that can bring us apart

Our hearts cry for equality
But we know that is something there will never be

Every day we are bullied
Because of our hearts and our scars

As blood poors from our wrists
We think of how equality is only a wish

But I have a dream
Like Martin Luther King
That we will live in a world of equality

— The End —