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MEERA SURESH Jun 11
once i was a hunter
now i"m the prey
surrounded by traitors
coloured with grey
filled with cries
even the rivers are salty here
i'm with dark allies
searching light with fear
bad vibe, bad envirnonment,whipping life
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Must have been small, puny?
Let it grow large, plenty.
?Wish if it were in my treasury.?
Alas! These are in my kidney.
Arcassin B Sep 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


I've been on the surface for too long enough to know that
God has never made Somebody with the same interests i like,
Giving me the wrong influenced girls that never met any
Of my expectations to even cope through the night,
Trust I had trouble sleepin'....
Don't even know the meanin'....
Of all these troubled feelins'....
Tugging and grabbing sheets like I had a way out!

And That's why I don't trust any female to give my heart to
Cause they might end up hurting me in any sort of expense,
In the mean time there's no strings attached to any of our body parts
But some of our body parts would get so intimate,
Lost control of my feathers...
Sick and tired of this weather....
Love don't get any better...
I can't control you , if you want theres your way out!

No girl will ever love me
No girl will ever love me....
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/09/never-be-in-love-again.html
Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

Filling out all of my vices in a box that I could never escape from,
My life is like an ant getting stepped on crying buffalo tears,
I've lost so much already in this world cringing from my knees to my thumbs,
Putting up with your **** and sad excuses is actually the real nightmare,
Don't beat yourself up too much when I'm gone and when your funeral has passed and went,
Even in death I'll be the mistake you created to provoke you to not care as much as you do now,
I'll never be like you and choose favorites,
I'll never be like you and just taught,
I'll never be like you , I'll never be like you and get off by locking your kid away,
My parent skills won't be subdued,
Telling people that you've done what you possible could do,
But he's a lost cause,
A lost cause with talent and lyrical spiritual voodoo to earn himself an award one day,
But you don't see that,
You didn't have that,
So ridicule me,
I'll never do that to any of my kids,
As a matter of fact I'll get everything on their wish list,
You'll never see them grow up to tell how great daddy is..
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/dear-mom-pt1.html
Aaron Bee Oct 2014
Black eyes, bruised wrists, mangled genitals.
Ribcage extruding; calling for love, lust, and cigarettes
Faces offensive; unmet eyes, and searing expressions.
Scars on arms; speaking louder than quiet voices
Staring blank; at bills yet paid
Thinking there is no way
Imaging the fall from your 3rd floor
Apartment
Weighing funeral costs over living expenses
Death would put you deeper in a hole
Not able to get out, saying how
Did I get here.
Looking up seeing the opening nearly
Closed; finger lye at the only opening left.
Hope.
Being crushed brutally, whilst you see it all
happen.
Blood rains on your pale face, craving
Sunlight.
Dismemberment of fingers, brings you into total darkness.

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