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Arcassin B Jun 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

When you were 11 ,
You were made of stone,
Knowing little Kevin,
And how he walked home alone,
over exaggerating,
Pride too low to determine,
I'm afraid,
Of what growing up has to offer,
And if will cause my anxiety to get worse,
But hopefully not in a herse,
Long enough to lose my mind a often suffer,
Let go my soul,
Begging,
Can feel the pain,
My body aches and I'm getting paranoid,
Of the same ****** up existence,
Cutting slices of my soulless flesh,
Let my soul go,
Momma never lost her love ,
A little bit less,
Guess it comes with age,
To have this much stress.
05. Comes With Age - (18 Part mEP)
The moments fall like the raindrops
Every memory a raindrop makes

The axis of hope spins freely
Free is all we hope to be

There is no beginning to the end
It's simply called eternity
Omar Kawash May 2015
In a time,
when men were the superheroes,
born in an unconventional location,

a young girl, unknown to the future
she was destined to,
was born with a uniqueness
unfound in all people, a superpower
of empathy
and as she grew,

the world knew
she was imbued
as a living embodiment of legends:

Athena's wisdom,
beauty that surpassed the goddess Aphrodite,
conversational skills that made Hermes envious,
and strength that Hercules
could never attain.

As she approached an age, when her parents would
trust her to be guardian,
her powers manifested.
This incredible child was now a woman.

With the ability to heal those in need: she could expunge
poison that had afflicted a person,
even their hearts,
a God-given gift for those most sacred;
her correspondences exponentially developed,
able to connect in all languages, fueled by her empathetic nature,
this allowed all who interacted with her to trust her for she radiates sincerity.

Now, fully grown, this super-no-

This Wonder Woman had retired her duties
to save the world, not forsake it, but,
to train Wonder Girl, her daughter,
to unlock the latent abilities her mother had passed on to her.

She still looks up at the Higher Power
and realizes her duty to provide
the world justice is not over
but only beginning.

Her holy spirit was not unacknowledged
and was gifted
a bulletproof bracelet,
forged by the most skilled craftsman by direction
of all that is wise and healing.

Given to her to wear
so that nothing could halt her
as she continues
her fate to provide the world a humanity
that could only come from
an intrinsically true
dear heart.
Kiana Lynn Mar 2015
Momma once told me,
of a type of love not everyone gets to see.
But the way she described it
didn’t quite fit,
those fairy-tales and storybooks
because she described it as some type of crook
that took without you realizing
in the midst of your fanaticizing.
She described it as a hurricane,
the intensity, breathtaking beauty, the danger,
how it’ll change you, until you yourself are a stranger.
But it is beautiful,
that’s irrefutable.
Yet, I was still confused,
at how not everyone got this, was it really just a ruse?
My mother simply stared, looking quite bemused.
She said, “Most people are afraid, afraid to let themselves go”
Which at first confused me, for where would they go? But now I know.
It’s dangerous because it can destroy you,
you’re supplied a front row seat to something that could **** you.
And suddenly, the hurricane made sense,
this type of love is way beyond intense.
But, I’m running toward it with reckless abandon,
searching for my reckless companion.
My mother was right,
it’s such a beautiful sight.
But something she didn’t tell of, is this after peace
that the craziness does cease
and if you survive, lucky enough to be revived
you know without this type of love, you’re nothing but deprived.
Miki Feb 2015
Mean ole mister
Never loved no one
Held his heart on his belt
Right next to his gun
Spat tobacco
On the blood red dirt
Didnt give a ****
Who the hell he hurt
Cant call mommy
When the pen fails the sword
Cant run to daddy
With no apologetic word
Give me a hand
Ill give you an arm
Take away my eyes
And your's'll come to harm
Mean ole mister
Knows what he does
Just getting by
Anyway he must
He learned that momma
Dont give a ****
He learned that daddy
Likes his mean hand
Youve gotta be tough
Hold up your own
Youve got to make sure
Through out life youve grown
Mean ole mister
Might make you cry
But mean ole mister
Sure as hell knows why
It's been awhile since I've
took the time to write
Even though I've been
try hard with all my might

Yet, I don't know
where to start
Shall I talk about what's
On my brain or the pains in my heart

Even thought life for me
was hard still im ******* stressed
People telling me to be happy
And that I'm blessed

But that doesn't stop the demons
Inside of my that's beating on my chest
If I were to give you the key
and let you inside

The image that I presented
to you surely Will die
I'm a constant wreck
And please done ask me why

Times I want to take a ice pick
An shove within my eyes
To blind my from all the *******
I'm seeing with my eyes

From the hat pouring out my
Mother when she cries
Or the fact that I'm built
From nothing but lies

Can't tell the truth to no one
but myself
Buried from guilt and hatred
Thats deep Within myself

Now I'll i see is It's your fault
it's your fault inside that mirror
Feeling like I dead to her
She won't let me be near her

I'm alone now....

In a room full of people
I'm by myself
In a relationship with someone
I'm the only one who has felt

It's all be cause you you
That I feel this way
On April 6th I will always dread thil I
be came dead to you
And it will probably stay that way
lost girl May 2014
I'm sorry for being a bad daughter
Especially since you were both my mother & my father.

I'm sorry for all the times I snuck out & came home late
Especially since I knew the sight of my empty bed would make you faint.

I'm sorry for all the times I made you cry
Especially since I knew how much you would try.

I'm sorry for saying all those words of hate
Especially since it is now far too late.

I'm sorry I realized late
That you were far too great.

(a.d)
I love you mom

— The End —