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refresh mesh Nov 20
Obesity and malnourishment
from high tides of anxiety

Gargling on plastic-filled saline
trapped by ancient propriety

Stuffed into a submissive pit
deprived of real variety

Our vices clearly failing
while we ridicule sobriety

This hunger's for the birds
because we live in a society
i have these plastics for the skin
and faces for those that lost their own in unkempt households
for those that break apart
that try to hold on for dear life to spirit
as they lose the traction between the spikes
of life untwined
of life with a rewind button
ready to be sutured up again  
by a thunderous regret
and by the peace of the rains of the hills
a life without challenge is not a life at all, i've seen.
Our efforts remain,
In landfills – incinerate,
Try reaching the sun.
this is for the half-baked work and sad attempts, we continue to give. i don't know how we can save humanity from the lament of our planet.

a.s.
Arcassin B Oct 23
by Arcassin Burnham

My head hurts,
The beds shaking,
I'm breathing heavy,
Hot in this room,
the birds are singing,
I'm keeping it steady,
looking at attention to detail..
the peace is gone,
everyone's yelling,
fights breaking out,
still hot as ****,
nothing to do,
but get away from this,
as long as there is nothing to retell..

and I can't stress this enough,
why is my life just so tough,
all I want is beauty in a plastic red cup,
I might as well just give everything up,
if you could take away the stress,
that'll be great,
but if you make it worse through life as a cheapskate,
Don't talk to me,
Don't talk to me,

My head hurts,
The beds shaking,
I'm breathing heavy,
Hot in this room,
the birds are singing,
I'm keeping it steady,
looking at attention to detail..
the peace is gone,
everyone's yelling,
fights breaking out,
still hot as ****,
nothing to do,
but get away from this,
as long as there is nothing to retell.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/plastic.html
We look at each other
in awe, in disgust
And create what we see
In front of us

The mighty picture,
once complete
Will last forever
Untouched, unseen

The picture in mind
They'd rather judge
Than to close their eyes
And watch,
And watch

The picture in mind
I'd rather judge
Than to close my eyes
And watch,
And watch
We all do it.
Inday Sep 12
Fur coats, Malboro smokes and fancy labels,
Fabricated faces closed off, segregated, false.
Pretending to be these people, these cloned plastic dolls.

Dark lips, skeletal figures and decadent glances,
Small waists, tall bodies and negative spaces
With hearts going nowhere, only lipstick traces.

You like to talk about people, about insignificant things
Not birds, or mountains or the potential life brings.
But just remember this: you will never tower over a mountain or grow any wings
I have never met my future self, but
I bet she still has dreams. I bet she won't
hold them in a plastic bag or treat them like some
concealed weapon.

My future self-wont be a childless human since
I have already birth galaxies of my own.
She will probably never be a vegan but will think that cantaloupe and olives will go great together.

(She will have a sense of humor.)

I don't know my future self, but I do
know she will still be half human and half
star and her DNA will still be all angelic.
She will most likely still be her own bandwagon.
EastWind Aug 28
when you loose the ones you love,
You don't want to let go,
so if one comes falling down,
you just know you wont let them fall.

so you run,
your ran as fast as you can,
but when you arrived,
you see them holding other's hand in the end.

pain,
is what you feel,
and you cry,
to set it free.

but that's what makes it perfect,
knowing that,
even though it hurts,
you're not living a lie,
where everything is full of colours.

because everyone would choose to pick,
a world
Black and white,
than a World full of colours made of fake smiles
All i know is the world would rather have Real people than Others who are plastic and suffocates her.
Viseract Aug 21
Toxic paradise, the land of the plastic,
Where beauty is painted and smiles are elastic
A planet that's built on staying youthful,
While we lie and we stab, and we're far from truthful

How can we tell the next generation this?
We're all outcasts yet we cast out the misfits
It's a bit suspicious, a name on a bad list,
Naughty or nice, doesnt work, won't exist...

There's just a blank canvas, hanging on the mantle
Above a dusty fireplace, with the light of a candle
Hope is kindling, so spark our dying fire
And watch us all get high on the smoke of hope's pyre

I didn't ask for this,
I didn't want to turn to you
But I guess the time has come,
Step to the looking glass and see the truth

Oh, such bitterness...
Stemming from an old abyss
With withered lips,
I'll curse you with a pity kiss...

***** winds, along the shore,
Here marks dead, the lonely crows caw
I cannot seem to sleep,
With the messenger of Him, waiting to reap

I see, what you won't,
And I feel, what you don't.
You came here, searching for more,
But all you found was a chemical

Up it goes, so lonely now,
Everything is warped and you're slow to sound
Curse afflicted, curse is addictive,
And when the bad days come you know you're protected, oh...

I didn't ask for this,
I didn't want to turn to you
But I guess the time has come,
Step to the looking glass and see the truth

Oh, such bitterness...
Stemming from an old abyss
With withered lips,
I'll curse you with a pity kiss...

Rot is plenty, not yours to perceive
Falling victim to your greed
Painful, true, but it's not to you,
Just the cause of a fallen few

She comes swift now heed her gift,
Bottoms up when she gave you this
Whiskey on the rocks and you're gone again,
Slumped on the table like you lost a friend.

In a way, suppose you have
Now the whiskey is down and it's all so sad
Poor me, pour me one more
And I'll go stumbling out this door

I didn't ask for this,
I didn't want to turn to you
But I guess the time has come,
Step to the looking glass and see the truth

Oh, such bitterness...
Stemming from an old abyss
With withered lips,
I'll curse you with a pity kiss...

Curse me, hurt me,
Doesn't matter what you do
Curse me, hurt me
In a toxic world with a beauty feud
Artificial relief from the witches cauldron we boil in
The world that goes on around us
sometimes flows right past me
and the notions that grip
you and I, the motions
we go through every time
the creatures behind our eyes
meet; mutual experience, a moment

for that inner-child of ours
to shine through
and go wandering
out into the world together,

As best friends do.

What else is there to write, what else
is there? I can't imagine being together
without the fear of being torn apart.
I'm afraid it'll fall to pieces
so I embrace being alone.

I have to believe it's never too late.
I remember the kid, before the scars.
I hope to stay with this thought,

I wish I could stay with you.
A letter to my better-half.
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