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Paramount Pawn Jun 2015
Spent our days
With the freedom we're given
The boring days
Faded away
Just our group
And our stupidity
In this holiday we had
And the fun we shared
Until when will we do this again
Our friendship time
Paris Raine May 2015
The innocents are coming out to die,
Their back's against the sky,
The sun leaking through their sides,
The time is now to walk on,
To leave this life behind and those who built it
so high, so that only those
who can afford wings can fly,
leaving the rest to die.

Left in slow ruin and pain,
We long to be reborn
through love and the sane,
Doom is only before us,
A path laid by masons
to guide us easily on our way,
to a destination destitute with pain.

Can you smell it in the air?
The smell of fever and disease
created by a higher greed,
to fulfil a plot of twisted deeds,
labouring over common needs.

Behind the bushes and the trees,
There are mysteries to be seen,
Stark, wild and mad people,
Dressed in silk, cloaked in hoods,
Their eyes in darkness as they should,
To see no trickery or lies, they hide behind
masks whilst laughing inside.

The innocents are coming out to die,
Their backs against the sky,
The sun leaking through their sides,
The time is now to walk on,
To leave this life back and beyond.
Amy Feb 2015
Leave us in a bedroom
a locked room
both bound by a fleeting veneration
but no tangible definition
and windows will fog up
with excess anxious laughter
and phlegmmed throats
til the glass transforms
transparent to translucent
so the outside world becomes
an informed guess about
which coloured shape is going
                   where.
The door handle will twist into the room’s
home grown central nervous system
backed by rising voices
rising pulses
assuring ourselves it is
everybody outside
who is trapped and not us
because ‘cosy’ has scribbled over
‘cramped’ between the sheets of peeling
wallpaper and bodies upon bodies upon
bodies only excites.
We will stay in bed
cocooned around this single duvet
and distracted into its folds because this
is how we choose to spend
free will. Don't
murmur about the locked door
and even when it opens for
lack of air or food
so we tentatively tread through into the
open, or perhaps closed,
I beg you to
grab my wrist and pull me back and whisper
tear yourself up
decrease with me
because this will always be the one place we’ll happily suffocate.
Arcassin B Feb 2015
Hey guys , if you would like to join our group and become a ♦♦prism♦♦
Kik me @
abpoet18
It's my kik , there I will add you in my group chats which of course titled the prisms
**Thank you guys !!!!
Join us
THE PRISMS Feb 2015
Hey guys , if you would like to join our group and become a ♦♦prism♦♦
Kik me @
abpoet18
It's my kik , there I will add you in my group chats which of course titled the prisms
Thank you guys !!!!
Come join
THE PRISMS Jan 2015
Hey guys some of you know us and were glad to welcome you to our HP , but for those of you that don't ,
We want to add you to our group

So if you have Kik messenger,
Add my Kik @ abpoet18 where I'll add you in a group chat,
So join us :-)
Join us ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦
Arcassin B Jan 2015
By Arcassin B & Lexi

:::AB:::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,

::::Lexi::::
it disappoints me how such ugly words, can taint the beauty standing before me,
such gorgeousness caused butterflies to flutter at the bellows of my stomach...
but to my surprise,w poison butterflies fall from your lips as gold stares into my eyes
why does your tongue allow such ugly words to fall from it..
your beauty tends to blind other people from processing what you just said, but i hear everything,

::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,

:::AB:::
Just be sure you don't take anything,
Before you go,
Although parting is such sweet sorrow,
It can't be enough i its bitter,
Worms through the apples,
Your sinister look,
And falling clouds,
Have no effect on me,
I've written enough just know,
You'd mind control me,
Or at least try to,
Crumby attitudes,
O I hate to see a smile turn evil,
Like Connors boot,
Mud filled,
I underestimated you,

::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,

:::Lexi:::
Underestimated how your lips could give a heart such warmth, yet your words always seem to send a chill through my bones  
The way you'd wipe discrete tears from my face and make me laugh
Sometimes made me forget
You're the one that caused them,
How dare you part your lips and ****** such spiteful words against my heart with such pressure?
Youd always seem to manipulate my thoughts, rearrange my mindset or tilt my perspective, and with such tainted I love yous and eyes so full of gold,

:::AB::::
So unusual.....
hey guys this collab is from me and my team mate , her name is Lexi and she is in my group called the prisms , she doesn't have an HP but she will join us soon but she is a part of my group so welcome her with open arms.

#Theprisms
Arcassin B Jan 2015
hey guys this is not a poem but if you go on my profile and see my cover pic that is my new group called the prisms if anyone wants to join !!
kik me @ abpoet18

We'll discuss things related to poetry,
And I'll add you to my group chat,
But thats only if you have Kik messenger :-)
See you there !!!!
The prisms are coming !!!!!
Sombro Dec 2014
What a lucky man I am
For once I saw a group
Of prophets of the godly song
Before them in my stoop.

The man he played a string or two
And everybody shook
I saw him sing and dance along
With the crowds caught in his look

I watched a young girl, dark of hair
Rise and dance, her years were few
Like all those women, good of heart
I'd seen dance while they greatly grew.

Fascinating, the song's effect on
Two lovely young women too
Old as I, yet perhaps more drunk
They danced, I fell, it's true

The adults watched, sadly tired
And I too, though I'm young
Because nothing I could do could make
Me rise and beat the drum

The dance of ages brought about
By the song of years gone by
Organic music, grown from soil
Rich with thought and sly.

And now I play the strings as well
Desperate to see it again
That primal dance in beauty and me
Perhaps I'll know it when

I go back there, that thoughtful square
Where I saw those girls adance
I'll tell them then, I'll tell them there
They broke me from life's ghostly trance.
I once saw the most incredible street concert. It made me realise that music is more important than so many things. It is often the one thing we have in common.
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