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Arcassin B Nov 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


I was just a lost boy in a world with villains and no faces
Looking at the broken concept of why I go through these phases,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.
**** talkers trying to rob me of my power and my dignity,
Until you came along I was a boy without the clarity,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.

Crystal kingdom carry me home to place I would not see the war
Unfold.
I won't hesitate to notice that the light that calls make my body
Cold.
She could make it right when everything goes wrong that's what
He told me.
I always have to think the worst but I didn't think that I'd end up lonely.

I was just a lost boy in a world with villains and no faces
Looking at the broken concept of why I go through these phases,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.
**** talkers trying to rob me of my power and my dignity,
Until you came along I was a boy without the clarity,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.

Everything that glitters ain't gold,
Just as long as you keep your soul,
I have no problems proving to you I'm whole,
But in a way as you can see I'm fairly old,
I love this felling that she's giving to me, truth be told,
There's mistaking that the kisses don't get sold,
And I know your Worth woman,
Non like on this earth woman,

I was just a lost boy in a world with villains and no faces
Looking at the broken concept of why I go through these phases,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.
©abpoetry2017

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/11/undone.html
Story Oct 2017
Glitter from yesterday's eyes
shimmers on my chest where she lay her head
& with each slow breath she travels deeper
into the beat between
theta waves and quickened pulse.
she dances with twitching signals
like buoys far off in the twilight sea
if the sea was me
& with each slow breath she travels deeper
into the beat between
delta waves and lucidity
and as each breath crests I follow trough
one great rolling sea
of shimmer glitter eyes chest we
lapping the shores of the beat between
consciousness and dream.
Brianna Sep 2017
Dancing through the bright and loud New York streets my little gypsy queen floated by with her camera in hand.
Snapping memories here and there she found love around those ***** streets and neon lights.

He tried to grab her waist and pull her in but she was too preoccupied with the memories she was making.
Her hair sparkled like glitter and her smile could make the ice caps melt.

Singing to the beat of the sirens and the moving to the beat of the traffic she weaved in and out of local shops like the complex braids in her hair.

She was the queen of the grungy corner kids waiting for one more cigarette.
She was the goddess of adventure and the muse to all who craved the lust of life.
She was the Gypsy.
She was the Artist.

Dancing through the crowded New York underground, my little gypsy queen was unbelievably and undeniably herself in every way possible.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
While silence is golden,
our speech is silver
Use at the appropriate time
because they are killer

From a silvern tongue
to glittering silence
Both can be peaceful
as well as defiant
pluviophile May 2017
Trade me some beauty,
and I will give you silver skies.
Speckled with ***** gaze,
of stars,
like silver glitter spilled in a river,
yet in a world above,
it seems not tainted by life,
only a still galaxy
of perfection.

Trade me some beauty,
and I will give you silver skies,
so you can gaze into a different world,
and start your own dreams.
allie May 2017
I open the door
To streamers
To candy
To glitter tape (Amanda, thanks)
So yay!
It's my birthday!
Thank you, Cc, Sao, Sammie, Allyn, Amanda. It's a great day. (And Bryn, even though you weren't there.)
Julie Grenness Mar 2017
Someone bullied me,
So I sent him a gift, you see,
Hoping he was on Facebook and Twitter,
I mailed him an envelope of glitter,
Worked like a charm,
Did his technology harm,
That was too bad,
Did so not feel bad,
So, next time you're on Facebook or Twitter,
Be careful, card might be full of glitter.....
Feedback welcome.
SabreLi Dec 2016
Infinity on end
The hourglass has fallen and time continues to pretend
With grains of sand spread far and wide
They cover hilltops and mountainsides
They paint the world an unearthly glow
But all that glitters is not gold

Yet here in our little bubble, ignorance is bliss
But just beneath the surface we know not what we miss

Cos while we think we live, we live only for the puppeteer
To cut the strings
Is to switch off the life support, rebel
To flip the switch
Is nothing but a one way ticket to Hell
Or so they’d have us believe

Edges on display
The shiny glass has broken, fragments scatter in disarray
With shards of glass spread far and wide
They cover oceans and countryside
They paint the world with unearthly snow
But all that glitters is not gold

Here they give us nothing, yet we honour and obey
So what have we got to lose, of what are we afraid?

Cos while we think we live, we live only for the puppeteer
To grow our wings
Is to remove the safety net in place
To cut the strings
Is nothing but an almighty fall from grace
Or so they’d have us believe

Eternity’s end
The hourglass has shattered and the puppeteer descends
With freedom now spread far and wide
The tainted earth is purified
The strings are burned to ashes and dust
Leaving all that glittered now to rust

Now we see the world in truth, no more ventriloquism
We see it all; the black and blue; why not embrace the crimson?

Copyright ©2016-2017 KF
Another rebellion against the lowest level of the great 'above'.
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