if earning your trust back required a personal statement from me
and i was seeking admission back into the corner of your sofa of which you sat opposite me

and all i had was 250 words to make you feel something again

i'd say things like i ****** up (but maybe in more academic language??)
and i've been working hard to better for myself, and better for you
and that you taught me things i couldn't learn in a university

love would be in there more times than necessary, but i wouldn't let anyone edit them out because it's true

i love you, and i don't want to be limited,
even though the first time i cut myself off
and i dropped out
and i lost you

i hate word counts because they're just not enough
so i hope these words count

i'm sorry

The quakes on sea beds roar out my name,
My head bow in the crowd in shame,
Insatiable hunger for fortune and fame,
Now desperate desires impossible to tame.

The universe is torn in two before ny eyes,
Imagination and thoughts all filled with lies,
Trusted friends becoming enemies in disguise,
Once a loving heart now becomes cold as ice;

Lord please forgive me cause satan lied,
Send down your angels let them be my guide,
Either heaven or hell has been difficult to decide,
Running around in shame but nowhere to hide;

My deepest confessions is honesty displayed,
I accept the freedom for which you paid,
Bleed upon my dying soul just as you said,
And i will become a child whose life's remade.

Hello devil my old friend
I think it's time we talked again
You an I
We've had our times
Had our lows
Had our highs

Even though
I can't see god
I have to believe in something
This world is too odd
Angels
Cry
They fill the clouds but
when the devil speaks
he speaks
so loud

Hello demons welcome back
I've been all alone
Been feeling sad
When we're together
I kind of feel good
Doing things only demons should

So hello Devil my old friend
This time I think we don't speak again
Even though we've had our times
We've had our lows we've had our highs

I don't say to believe in god
But there's something here
this world is too odd
And as I cry my tears fill clouds
Here's the devil's call
It rings  so loud

Emotional scars, not wounds, document
the totality of my Life experiences;
even though my spirit hasn’t yet shed
its temporary, earthly encasement,

this fleshly clay of human brokenness
cautions me to always be ever mindful
of my blessed Lord and His sacrifice.
Pretending to overlook the preciousness

of this gift of Life, that was bestowed
to me, was an act of absolute foolishness
that kept me apart from Him; ignorance
on my part, insured that Grace flowed…

until my insight was lovingly obtained!
Being honest, with myself, allowed me
to be humbled and bowed before my Lord.
Through genuine vulnerability, I gained

my connection me to a God of redemption.
Though I have suffered, like many others,
I’m not alone; a pained confession of my
brokenness led me towards… His Salvation!

How dare you to comeback just when I decided to forget you?

My heads going ones way
My soul another
My mind and body are going another way
And my wallet still another

I think i know what its like
To be executed by wild horses
I'm being pulled apart at the seams
Like a college kid trying to make good on some dreams

Poems are my own way of coming clean,
To myself and to those that read,
So id advise gathering some mulled mead
Because i have a desire to talk
because my soul and spirit arent united

I used to be on one accord now I'm more all over the place like an improper progression of chords
I dont know where or what to do or how to go
Can someone lead me? Please...

By Arcassin Burnham

give me all of your love and tender moments,

save me from the peril that is myself,

give me the passion more than I ever know,

show me what it's like to kiss an angels lips,

let the stars fill your eyes,

teach me the ways of your affection,

complete me with all your love and enlightenment,

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I'd be with you for a thousand years,
I'll carry you under my wing with two tears,
I'll mold you into my favorite subject,
As long as my wishes don't redirect,
But I digress,
I come direct,
I might have messed up a lot of things but
Your heart I will collect,
You complete me.

I don't even know you, but I'm scared for you and it's driving me crazy...I can't think of anything else.

I hope you'll breathe, I really do. And I hope you know I've been in the same boat as you, where my mind has almost pushed me to the limit and I almost payed the price...and you don't think the price will be much - to you, you'll just be gone and faraway from any pain....

But you matter, and perhaps nobody ever told you, but you matter. You matter on the days when you wake up feeling lost and broken. You matter on the days when you feel like you know exactly what you are doing. You matter on the days when your mirror should be replaced with an "you look absolutely stunning" sign.

You are as stunning as a newborn, bloomed flower, but you are not a flower...if your petals fall, you can still live. Through winter, summer, autumn and spring,  you can still bloom and grow taller than the polluted skyscraper city that is your mind. You are not a flower...don't let them rip you off from the ground and destroy you.

Confession:
All this ramble that I absolutely meant still hasn't distracted me from the fact that you could already be gone, and we are all just hanging on a lifeline.

Confession:
God gave us wings, so we could fly, and I hope yours find their flutter again; you looked so stunning underneath the blue ceiling we call 'the sky.'

Confession:
I will crumble completely if you die.

I don’t mean to seem misogynistic
But I know I need a woman
To help me clean
And organize my world
I’m not a newly liberated teen
Caught up in the whirl
Of sudden liberation
From mum and dad
For many years now,
This freedom I have had

I’m afraid I must admit
My house is now scary
And I am afraid
That if I die one day
And someone comes
To sort the mess
Of all these years
They will not shed a tear

They may say:
“He seemed well-dressed,
His elegance suggested something else,
A life more organized
And certainly less smelly”

Now it seems I have
Every thing I need
All the solvents
Hoover technology
And a steady flow
Of very hot water
I live a life of leisure
And I have loads of time
Which I devote to pleasure

There’s no excuse
For what one sees
Inside my house
The fault is me

Now a lady’s lovely touch
Would also warm my heart
Which, I’m well aware
Could beat a little harder
But the firmness of
That gentle hand
Is what I really need, it seems,
To guide my idle mind
And organize my dream

Sean Hunt