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Arcassin B Feb 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

If you ever called me back one day
I'd be ecstatic and my head will be filled with joy in
Hopes to see your beautiful face without
Any marks or bruises,
I feel useless without the thought of you and
Being in your presence to be kissing you and
Holding you in a grass field away from the mean
Streets,
Sharing sheets and getting comfortable,
Talking about our days,
Loving each others company and swaping spit
In different ways,
Mandy I love you
And sometimes I might have this tough exterior,
And it may seem like I don't care,
All I have to say is please come back and stare
Into my eyes that hides sadness and regret of
Making you jealous in the past,
I had to ask myself.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/02/will-you-ever-come-back-taken-from.html
Julie Langlais Feb 2016
Stay in this moment of inspiration, allow your mind to cultivate it!

© Jl 2016
murf Jan 2016
This is my space
Here, I'm nobody
A different name
And all new identity

I can be myself
And I'll be judged
And it'll fair
Coz there will be no grudge

So here I'm
Expressing myself
Hear me, you,
And know your self?

This is my space
Here, I'm nobody
Still the same
Passion, love and tragedy
Unknown
Neex Jan 2016
Love,
Rage,
And all that comes within it.

Hate,
Happiness,
Only one now burns in me.

I'm empty,
Yet full,
Of things unwanted,
Because of you.

I'm tired,
Exhausted,
And yet my feet betray me,
They run.

They run,
Into pain,
My own destruction,
A hole,
Where light is non-existent.
9:45 AM on Friday the 22nd of January, 2016 marks the moment in which this sea of depression engulfed me into a suicidal mind state.

For the next few days, I will be posting the series of poems that I wrote in a hectic vibration of emotions - secretly - while my body was in the second period of school and my soul had lost control of it.
Each stanza of each poem was written on different sides of big pieces of paper (in order to reduce the chances of being caught) that I'd hurriedly discover in my netbook bag in a frantic search, as my hands vibrated and I needed to put something down on paper.

Poetry is my release. For the next few days, you will read my first words from my most fragile state.
m i a Jan 2016
a band's music flows through the air

as people wave their hands

like they just don't care,

a girl shouts if i may

grabs a cup,

and drinks the night away

a guy covered in a mist of smoke

gets as high as the stars,

while i just stand by the car

and drink some coke

wishing i was back at my hotel room

laying in bed,

but of course everyone said

i had to be young, wild, and free;

but they just didnt realize that

this just isnt me

i can see in their eyes how much fun

they were having

smiling big

and laughing.

so i thought why not?

i went on the dance floor

dancing next to bodies ive never

met before,

singing my heart out

until my throat could take no more

i had a lovely time tonight,

i exit the bar,

and get in the car,

as i drive back to my hotel room.
i went to a wedding party tonight, it was pretty coolio, i hope you guys had a lovely evening. <3
Angela G Dec 2015
there's a screaming in my mind,
slow, maddening, insanity.
it never goes away, mind you.
when i'm seemingly in the clear,
it suddenly shrieks at a deafening volume.
for four months this scream resides,
within a brain unstable as mine.
no one wants to hear me scream.
i let it out too early, too often,
until everyone had a migraine,
but i only kept screaming,
until someone told me to shut my trap.
they disappeared.
i'm locked in my mind,
in this empty, screaming room.
the scream is louder than ever, mind you,
and i still manage to keep my trap shut.
this spiral of insanity is uncontrollable.
no one to hear me scream, or to care,
or to scream with me.
this nightmare i love has become my worst daydream.
i want to scream.
i must scream.
i have to scream.
i need to scream.
but i may only whisper.
i shut my trap,
and i've held it in too long.
i shut my trap,
and look what it got me.
BSeuss Nov 2015
Not
I've come here not to gain followers.
I've come here to express my human side.

I am so human. once wished to be super man.
but that would be so boring. zero challenge is not human.

I've come here not to make an impact.
simply to share what my nature is.

poetry is one thing to use in epic coping.
these words aren't ordered.
there not being looked over by some professor.

I've come here not to become famous.
I've come here knowing I'm not blameless.

I've not come here to offend you.
I've come here possibly to befriend you.

I've come here not to be notarized.
many billions will never know my name.

I've come here to express my pain through write.
I've not come here to give you chills at night, when you lay.

I've come here not to gain followers.
I've come here to express my human side.

I've come here not to gain respect.
I've come to respect and read works of the matters of art.

I've come here not to become famous.
I've come here knowing i'm not blameless.

I've come here not to change the world.
I've come to let you all know what mine feels like.

I've come here not to gain followers.
I've come here following my heart.
Mysterious Aries Sep 2015
"I love it...  well done... " I've said
Upon reading another tormented poesy
The rope, gun and blade
Kissed every neck, head and wrist with gravity

"Nicely penned" I've said and clicked the vote
As shared my leisure time for an inspirational poetry
About love, peace and hope
Intended to those whose life was so cloudy

I always appreciate poetry of all kinds
Each taste of life was beautifully written there
Poet must be praised no matter what's inside his mind
Applaud even their works were rants and cursed into the air

To let go what we think about life
We all have different points of view
Who am I to judge if their pencil turned into a rainbow or a knife
I've only tasted the life that I've chewed

One thing about the taste of life that I know
That the aroma of happiness
And the flavor of sorrow
Was sprinkled among the rest...


Written: February 9, 2015 at 5:00 pm

Mysterious Aries
Mysterious Aries Sep 2015
Someone gave me reason, not to go too far
A friend that seems to me, from another star
In a not so ordinary world, where paper and quill speak
Where best hug ever are not true, but we can feel it so deep

I've been busy lately, trying so hard
Pushing myself, to get an ace on the card
"Think of the reason why you are writing, Is it to impress or to express?" she said
A word that humbled me and knocked some nerves in my head

Truly with her, I think i can share my secrets
Everything about me, my happiness and regrets
I've learned a lot from her, on how to survive in this fairyland
Coached me how to engraved perfect footprints in the sand

She was the hardest riddle that I've met
Gives a lot of clue about her, keeps you thinking but you'll never get
She was someone so close yet so very far
But for me she will always be... my friend from another star...
Hello Poetry is like a different world from reality...
To where we can meet some amazing person...
To whom we can say they are truly, a friend from another star...
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