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Arcassin B Sep 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

This world is beautiful and wicked at the same time,
forbidden knowledge in the air ,I need to learn mine,
I've been down and out before but I won't deal with the ignorance,
there's more to me than just being average and relevant,
If I haven't died yet, should use this time to be delicate,
I want to leave this place and never look back, got to be patient,
Just because I haven't got a diploma , be
diligent,
But based on how biased they are , theyll
insult my intellect,
I hope they recollect when I see death.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/09/haventdied.html
Tronel Aug 2018
Broken phrases
Heap
like plastic
in our oceans

Words don't rhyme
Anymore
they're drifting further from the shore

Writing stops
abruptly.
Cause: writers block.
The words no longer flock
like birds

A heavy pen
ran out again
No ink
No colour
hands find another lover.

Sentences stay
incomplete
pushing us
towards defeat

We write
the words that discover
our lovers'
uncharted perks.

We're all just longer poems
that needed a little work.
-Tronel V.
these days a visit to the doctor
is quite dear
and it fills the patient with
a great deal of fear

consultation charges
are well above inflation
but if you don't pay the set fee
you'll receive not proper medical investigation

the day before yesterday
I went to see
my quack
and when I got the invoice
I was taken aback

GP's are making
really big bucks
by treating themselves to the
ailing person's money trucks
Lily Jun 2018
You don’t know my mind,
My thoughts, my reasoning
Behind my actions.
What to you may seem selfish
Or simply eccentric,
Is what I need to do
To function, to continue
Breathing without hyperventilating,
Completely breaking down.
So please be patient.
You don’t know what I’m going through.
DP Younginger Jun 2018
Twiddling thumbs, stiff with a wobbly fidget,

A slight tick in the present thought of the pending arrival,

A silent yawn and flare of the nostrils, day after day,

A tickle, ricocheting like twinkling stars in the black skyline,

Descending from the kneecap and shivering south like freezing raindrops falling single file down a window,

You sit; I am the passerby,

I smile; You bat an eyelash,

Wondering if I will stay constant in my path or stop to smell the floral design; a future sunk into the bud,

A past with a blooming, yet stunted growth,

A yearning to be in a field with your flower, twisting together a ladder for the bumblebee,

Awakened with the sting of tomorrow and drooling in the waiting, for the patient to cough,

I will clutch my breath until I am called into your office.
A poem about not being able to act on your future in the present moment. Feeling stuck in the now.
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
It took me too long to realize
Things will never be the same
And it has been over seven months now
I still wince when I hear your name

By now should have let you go
Forgotten every kiss, fine line
But it is hard to give up on the one thing
I thought would always stay mine

I do not want to love you anymore
But I cannot stop the flood of memories
I feel like each time I say "him"
(Dustin) is there in parenthesis

I have waited and tried to be patient
But time has not brought any relief
I fear it will take years and years
To reach the end of this greif
This one is old. Kinda awkward right cyndi? ;)
I just lice the honest emotion in this one so enjoy!

Written 6/18/13
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