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Arcassin B Sep 2014
by Arcassin Burnham




i need a repent,
to erase all my sins,
i just can't get over you,
i just can not shake this feeling,
if you feel its over due,
i don't need anybody's help,
to conquer all my demons,
i could scream and yell,
it won't do anything for a reason,
did you even notice?
doesn't mean you cut your loses
and get out of dodge,
these problems are bitter sweet,
of course,
what about that thing you made on the blog,
somewhere theres a limited amount of time,
to fight a good rebellion,
if your seldom,
then your lying,
or the automobile you want to drive,
but you can't have,
in the sea of selfishness,
you dive,
but you had,
so much on your plate,
and many people in your life,
maybe this is the wrong place,
up and away,
you feel like you can fly,
did you even notice?
green screens,
and the darkest abyss,
alter the fabric of reality,
by the power of one fist,
like an anniversary,
of carrying out evil plans,
i fight with all your memories,
we've been through a lot of rules,
and demands,
again with the fabric of reality thing,
don't let your illusions get the best of you,
but in the mist of actuality,
will lead you to perfect virtue,
misery loves company very much,
been married for thousands of years,
you could have been super dynamo,
leave you unorthodox,
or you can escape your fears,
did you even notice?
poetic mafia
Arcassin B Sep 2014
by Arcassin B



excuses have no uses,
when you fall in love,
type writer when there is nothing else,
write what you feel,
doesn't matter where you from,
been bullied constantly,
about something i can't control,
being nervous isn't easy,
when your 17 years old,
hiding from what the truth is,
trying to conceil it,
but thats my business,
fighter,not a talker,
i don't give a ****,
and when you read it,
hope you see what i been through,
with you,
coming home everyday,
with loosened shoe strings, they were blue,
got in a fight today,
they had the sky in fire as they lit a fuse,
wish i could cut off my skin,
but i don't have the *****,
finding the strength within,
to search for a greater flaws,
did you read it yet?
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/09/when-you-read-it.html
Rose Sep 2014
My mouth waters,
My fingers ache,
I gasp,
Bite my lip,
My hips buck,
My legs lock,
I am stricken for a moment.

With want,
Need,
Lust,
Hormones,
Fire,
Desire.

I ache,
Beg,
To touch you
With my fingertips
Mouth
Palms
Teeth,

To explore every plane of your
Body
I can get to

Allow me
To savor
Every bit of you

For I will treasure you,
And every way you make me
My body
Feel.
Claire Aug 2014
I slapped myself just now.
My face is numb;
Tingling

As if a herd had stampeded over my very own right cheek and perhaps a few of the pack had

                                        Stumbled

Over my very own rough skin, and do you think that hatred

                                        Seeps

Up into your pores? Or does it

                                        Sink

Down into your organs because I'd like to know which part of my body will be the first to deteriorate, the first to

                                        Spoil

Under the weight of my very own hate for myself and everything around me.


Do you ever half-accidentally

                                        Pause

Just to glare at your own selfishness and wonder how you ever became such a vile creature? With venom in your very own blood, How could one ever

                                        Plant

Such a seed of pure evil like a virus stemming from your very own mind but there you go again blaming someone else for something that's really

Your very own fault.
wandabitch Jul 2014
And here I am
Throwing yo Iin the bathroom
I'm a iiiye
Upset
If can't tell.

Why not choose me your
Love and thing
In use

You make me ****


It's a stand alone complex
Ghost in the shell
Animatrix.
I'm not sure if I wrote the first part of this.  But the last stanza I wrote. It's mysterious and subtly I am attracted.
Willow Branche Jul 2014
I got lost in the darkness,
And found HER on the way,
As I lay here in the dark,
I pray for forgiveness,
HER SINS haunt me,
Thoughts forever inside,
I lie here in the dark,
Wanting to DIE
Wanting to CUT
"WHY DONT YOU DO IT
YOU SCAREDY ****?!?!"
She pulls at my mind
Asking me WHY?
"WHY DONT YOU
PUT AN END TO IT ALL?"
My only answer is to cry:
"MANDY IS SO MUCH STRONGER THAN I!!!"

.AMANDA FALLS.
A poem about living with dissociative identity disorder.
rachel Jun 2014
your lungs are struggling for air as you try to remind them to breathe
your heart is beating so fast you think it might rip right out of your chest
your throat is tightening as though there is a noose wrapped around your neck
your palms are sweaty and your head is buzzing as you struggle to keep your cool
you become so conscious of your movements that you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck prickling in discomfort
you begin to shake uncontrollably and you are convinced that you're about to ricochet around the room
you are so aware of everything that is going on that you cant enjoy it and you cant ******* breathe
you end up getting so worked up about it you can't think straight, let alone control the redness taking up permanent residence in your cheeks

somewhere along the line you let go and your heart rate slows, you enunciate your words and you don't miss a beat. you may become conscious of this, and you may not. either way you've done it. either way you've regained control and nothing or no one can stand in your way
Hannah Anderson Jun 2014
How did I love you
you reached for my hand
but I never took it
I'm still thinking I can


You went to that mountain top
you stood up strong and tall
then came out my hand for you
all you wanted to do was fall.
not finished.
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