They say,
"How beautifully you write"
and all I can think of is
what an interesting way to tell me
"How beautifully you bleed"
--stories soaking
wet through the paper
darkening the white
between college-ruled
lines.

Sea shore
Sea shore

Let me draw
Whatever is in my soul
I draw one line, two lines
but the sea waves
washes away everything
Whatever was to be restored!
No time to cry
Just to play
the game of impermanence
Which gushes down everyday
With a smile on my face
I draw again & again
Learning to dance
with the change.


-02/07/2017

An experience of the shore
not letting me restore my drawing
but eventually I learn how to play
both with my drawing but the sea waves.
Mazen Edlibi Jun 24

Reading Those stories..
Reading Those Lines with Heart and Mind…
Feeling those immense emotions…
Led me to a question…. Do I have a story!

Although a thought came saying “No”

Another Question popped up… Do I Have to have one!

A feeling came saying “ Is it Mandatory?” Do you need to please anyone or anything?

Something came and talked to me: Is it an Ego? Is it the box of “I am nothing”?… Is it the Box of “I Need to be seen”?

I don’t know!

So…Let me tell you the “No Story” of me!

The Journey of No change!
The Journey of becoming aware of my dark sides!
The Journey of waiting for someone to tell me “You are doing something!!.

“Coaching has saved you”!! with a smile and sadness i received this statement, knowing it is true!

What a waste!

It is Journey of Angry soul! Angry Words, Angry Breaths that burn this history under my name!

In My silence I build, waiting for that erupt to free me from those chains of……

“It should be right”
“It Should be Catchy”
“It should  be perfect”

……And…

I still don’t know why?

It is  A Journey of falling in love with “Profiling”!!

When Identity became not welcomed and preferred anymore!

When I resent every minute of my life of knowing nothing except losing things including myself!

Arcassin B Jun 23

By Arcassin Burnham


Heaven rewards,
people like you in my world.
for better or worse,
i will always be here for you in troubled times..


Heaven rewards,
people like you in my world.
for better or worse,
i will always be here for you in troubled times,
and even crossing lines,
you've yet to embrace this life , of loving me.
when everything is fine,
when everythings alright,
i would walk a million miles just to set you free..

i would die,
a million deaths to have your soul.
intertwined,
so that we could become one and grow old in troubled times..

i would die,
a million deaths to have your soul.
intertwined,
so that we could become one and grow old in troubled times,
and even crossing lines,
you've yet to embrace this life , of loving me.
when everything is fine,
when everythings alright,
i would walk a million miles just to set you free.

©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/06/heaven-rewards-i-would-die-photo-by.html
Gabriel burnS Jun 19
writing like

- a grocery list of metaphors

- for a cooking recipe instruction

- or some kind of

- shipping manifesto;

- let your deductive mind

- interpret its own flow

- since that's the one thing

- we don't naturally grow

- but if you put too much spice in that dish

- bear in mind

(x) it’s best served cold

All these lines in the pavement
Start to feel like home;
Like cracks in the foundation,
I've got fractures in my bones.

Tay Jun 3

Full of promises
Breathing In
Anxious for something new
To meet someone new
Bored sometimes
Twiddling your thumbs
Summer is long
Running and shouting in glee
Summer full of lots of promises
Empty promises yet to be filled
Wishing for tomorrow today
Never wanting the fun to end
Dancing together
Everything else blurs
Blurred Lines except us
Summer is full of promises
Promises kept
Surprises made
Happiness and Memories
Forever Remembered and Cherished
Summer full of fulfilled promises
Waiting
Endlessly
For summer to come again
And bring
once more
Empty Promises
Ready to be Fulfilled

Excited summer has started!!! Need to write something to make it official. :)
purpu May 20

letting it go too far over
whispering lines none too sober
deep into superficial radical concerns
but the comfort theme overall well stirred
fulfilling holes by plain symbolic gestures
miming intentions in meaningless false truths–

eyes on the pistol, the cure as a symbol.

Zan Balmore May 17

Ever my loss
I wave goodbye

What I brought
Goes with the night

Who wants to use it?
Save it, still lose it.

Life decays as it did, and does.

Brighter these blue lines,
dimmer the dark of death
What it is I bring and brought
goes with the night, ever my loss.

I say goodbye,
I wave. My lips,
I pucker up.

The End
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