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See the kissing Prince,
True love at first glance.
A queen so bright, she shines like the sunshine.

Kneeling before his lover,
Under a dark starry cover.
Holding a thorny red-rose, near his beating heart, a gift like no other,

Please marry me.

She is but a Queen; not looking for diamonds or gold,
She is a beautiful spirit; only wishing for true love,
Admired by all, yet alone, longing for love,

Her heart belongs to,
Only one man, Her lover holding a rose with tears in his hand,
She needs no excuses; true love at first glance,

She's not alone anymore,
As hope, is born,
To a barren land.

Copyright © 2018 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
A Gift Like No Other text to speech recitation
https://youtu.be/H-TK0lD1yQM
I wake up with a heavy heart
Ragged breathing and hidden scars

Inhale, exhale, repeat
I chant to the silent beat

I looked around from left to right
And realized I want to fight

Fight for you, and fight for me
And all the things that we could be
Until the end
Anya 3d
Sometimes,
I catch sight of the me

The me behind self consciousness
doubt
social anxiety
always

The me behind my tied up hair
prim and propper
glasses
always

The me behind silence
Choosing my own thoughts
to the company of others
always

Now, I'm not saying
Being this way is wrong
...
But in my case
It's
always

I'm trapped
in a cage of my own making
and I only get to peer inside
At the me that could be
...
Sometimes
I said I would always be there for you,
but at some point
I stopped sleeping with my phone on ring
rip my heart with your beauty
then sew it together with the thread of
our love
and there were pyramids all around
on this strange love day
and I remember the mountains and they were
were they and then with me
and the glasses fought against the dishes
something strange was not so then
but it passed but it was gone and always
and maybe it was not at all ever

and the pyramids surrounded my walls and spirit
and what is the spirit like not sand
and the water spun in a huge waltz
a waltz of words perhaps I will say in waltz
dreams I'm about to say
after all darkness and sun and night and day
and dull fog lights around
it's also heaven it's the same hell
but is not this all love

10.09.18
Arcassin B Sep 10
By Arcassin Burnham


Lawless system , in my mind , slowly
tweaking , I can't imagine this would be.

Cemented to everyone, I always lock
myself in a four wall room, look at me.

Starting to , think that everyone, in
America are all just crazy , maybe.

All of these hateful privileged people,
Terrorize me , messages are memory.

You do you,
I'm not made to be rude,
People here will assume,
I'll be away from here soon,
You do you,
I'm not made to be rude,
People here will assume,
I'll be away from here soon.

/

What more can I say, I'm artistic,
I'm elastic,I'm fantastic,
I am more than just a human meat sack
and,
I see peace , love,
And a journey,
Come and follow me.

What more can I say, I'm artistic,
I'm elastic,I'm fantastic,
I am more than just a human meat sack
and,
You could take this,
Or just drop it off.

Peace , love,
But you just drop it off,
You think these feelings will leave you soft,
Use to think the same way , when it all
started,
And in the end I was not cold hearted.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/09/away-from-here-more-can-i-say.html
I just want your smile.
Sometimes it feels like it's been a while,
since I've seen your lovely face.
One thing that will get me going and put me in my place.
You're so nice and thoughtful,
that smile makes me feel so powerful.
It's nice to know I have someone,
to inspire me to keep going and never be done.
I know sometimes you won't always want it,
but I'll never quit,
to try and make you smile every day,
and begin to make those feelings fray,
and fall apart,
that can stop your heart,
from wanting to let loose that wonderful smile.
Dear Younger Me.

The days ahead are dark.

There will be points
Where you will close your eyes
Burning, stinging, tear-torn eyes
And it will look no brighter
When you open them again.
You will reach for the light switch
Only to discover
The dual bulbs
Clustered under the shade
Are doing all they can already.
You will walk upstairs
In the witching hour
The dark scary still hour
And even though there is nothing
Nothing logical to fear
The still scary, dark hour
And the night will surround you
Press in on you
And you’ll swear each step is a mouth
Waiting to swallow you alive.
You will leap from light switch to light switch
Because the dark
The cursed, smothering dark
Is a fate worse
Than sinking into a molten floor.


Dear Younger Me.

The darkness does not win. Not against the light.
Remember that.

Even if you, yourself, don’t feel light.
Even when you feel bogged down
Like the weight of a thousand worlds
Rests on your shoulders
And you’re slogging through swamp mud, besides.
There is light, and hope, and peace
Peace like none you have ever known
Waiting on the other side.
And if I could spare you the tears
The ache that tears your chest inside out
The lump that threatens to stay
Choking you
Breath by breath
Forever
If I could spare you that
You would never grow.
You would never become me.
Broken. Imperfect. Beautiful.
Stronger, holding tight to the Savior’s hand.
I wouldn’t trade all the stars to be you again, me.
But someday you’ll get here. April 2018.
You’ll write a poem. Me to you. Heart to heart.
You’ll look around. You’ll look back.
And there will be light again.
See you when you get here, yeah?
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