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Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Learn to trust
in your
struggles.
Life will test you, life will scare you. Everything you endure,
was made to make you stronger.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Imagine.
Your gift, your craft, your love,
seeping.
Your fingers become a sanguine
fountain, bubbling and oozing down the drain.
Like your dreams.
Like your craft
The shadows of fear and anxiety wrap around you.
Your paranoia hazing your vision.
Your thoughts becoming drums in your mind
and you feel numb.
Empty.
And you fall on the floor,
your gift in your hand
your fingers are extant
but they feel like nothing but phantoms.
It is then that you know the value of life.
The unpredictability is
the
Grim Reaper...

Unpredictability was nearly the
death of this author.
I know I've been away from this page. I apologise. A lot of things have transpired...but I'm back with a bang! This is based on an incident that happened to me recently. I cut my finger to the bone and man, I didn't think one could bleed so much from it. I lost so much blood that I nearly passed out and this cut rendered my writing hand useless...for a time. I was so scared. I don't know what I'd didn't have it anymore...
Please, be grateful for what you can do. Life's unpredictability can be terrifying but be grateful. I am able to write again after a few weeks of being not feeling my hand. I always remember that there is someone out there in a worse position than I am. I still have my hands, I still have my fingers. Someone out there would **** to be in the same position as me.
I'll always remember...
Arcassin B Aug 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


All at the same time,
all at the same time,
You should have been on your own in the beginning,
The start will never be finished,
hopes and dreams demolishing,
thoughts and conscious make you feel a bit squeamish,
But Hey,
this is the end for a new,

goodbyes , withdraws , incinerates the broken mind.
they've pave the way for us , its time to unify.
you say your breaking even , its about time.
the dos , the don'ts , we simply have to simplify.

you put it together baby.
all the counterparts that made me.
treat people how you wanna be treated.
all the **** compliments are shady.

This is between you and I.
please don't mistake me for a lie.
no one wants to be in the silver line.
a re-imagine of what you designed.

goodbyes , withdraws , incinerates the broken mind.
they've pave the way for us , its time to unify.
you say your breaking even , its about time.
the dos , the don'ts , we simply have to simplify.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/08/backyard-freestyle-pt2-same-time.html
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
From flame to glory,
torches for the mind.
Rises above it
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
Whether you live or not,
life continues.
Time stops for no one. The good and bad moment don't last forever either. Keep going. Even if it seems unbearable
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
You can be around a person forever,
and still, you'll never know
their true character.
Seen this countless times.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
Words from our mouths can be swords
from a sheathe.
An arrow on a bow.
A stone from a sling.
Again, people I know lack a **** filter...and they have the nerve to stupidly wonder why they have so many issues -.-
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
When one lets worries rule their life,
they are bound to suffer twice.
Still going through it, to be honest. But one step at a time...
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
Tend to your garden, and pull
out the weeds. Bid goodbye
to the toxic, so you can
finally breathe.
I've gotten rid of ALOT of toxic people. And these were the people that I've know since high school. It did hurt, but trust me. You'll never be more free when you're away from the endless drama.
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