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Arcassin B Apr 2015
by Arcassin Burnham

Society wants to keep bending us over and have their way,
Like cracks in the living room,
throwing Molotov's at the windows,
let it burn,
we must not only take back our america,
But we must stab the man where it really hurts,
Aiming Mack 11's At park benches,
the news feeding us consumerist garbage and false Submissions,
tumbling Over cars just for fun of independence,
We Must Fight
Random Acts of getting the messege out,
too much desperation will bring too much doubt,
No brotherhood,
Just the enlightenment Of seeing them Fall is all,
so **** your arrangement,
**** your penny pitching,
And **** your cold world,
We Gotta do whats right for our world,
Do whats right for our people,
Do what the great people that made america what it is today Would have wanted us to do.
Challenge Accepted.
i don't have a way with words
less poet
more the howling fool that chases them apart
my sweaty struggles always leave me blinded and alone
owed nothing
clinging to
empty

empty
spaces
i call these spaces stories
and like the siren that grants
a shipwreck and death against razor sharp rocks
i lure them in
found their deepest darkest secret

every word wants nothing more
than to die like a story
see,
i have a way with stories
and i'd like to imagine
that stories take up a place as the echo
of love when it grows from that first enticing smile
or the infant cry when it purges childhood pain
deep down in the hidden treasuries of
your most heartfelt of hearts
me tracing this with pitch black ink on paper
you committing this to your beating crimson heart
we're connected with an ancient thread that
even the gods dare not tear apart

see they too
in all their might and glory
want nothing more
than the epic bliss
of a truly good
and heartfelt
story.
A story dedicated to the struggles of poets.
For my fellow HP poets especially :)
I feel suffocated talking to lots of people,

I feel so lonely in every parties I attended,

I can not stand the crowds all time,

I feel scared about their thoughts on me,

yet,

why,

Do I feel so secure expressing myself in verses and lines,

Voicing every pieces of my thoughts and story,

To the people I never met face-to-face,

And gladly accept any critiques to my words...
I don't really enjoy being the center of attention, and if I can, I choose chat over phone, but somehow, I enjoy doing all things in HP :) I openly express everything in black and white!
All I see within the pure white paper are blots of black ink.
I have a lot of work to do that it blocks my way to update my poems. :( i really wish my work is done, but somehow, it piles up...
Sadolecent Jan 2015
So many memories.
So many stupid fights.
So many inside jokes.
So many crazy stupid nights.
Everything insane that I do,
always seems to happen
when I am with you.
I'll always be beside you till the very end.
wiping away your tears,
because I am your best friend.
I'll smile when you smile.
And feel the pain you do.
and if you cry a single tear,
I promise I'll cry too.
This is for my bestfriend, Jennesiss. She has always been beside me and she should know that I am stuck to her like glue. I love you baby. You are so beautiful and you are the perfect friend and why you're with me.... fanthoms my mind.
thommya Jan 2015
I really don't understand any of the trends here ... poetry yes, but ... anyone?
svdgrl Jan 2015
I realize I read many,
but few speak to me.
svdgrl Jan 2015
I wonder if anyone listens,
but it doesn't really matter.
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