By Arcassin Burnham


I was just a lost boy in a world with villains and no faces
Looking at the broken concept of why I go through these phases,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.
Shit talkers trying to rob me of my power and my dignity,
Until you came along I was a boy without the clarity,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.

Crystal kingdom carry me home to place I would not see the war
Unfold.
I won't hesitate to notice that the light that calls make my body
Cold.
She could make it right when everything goes wrong that's what
He told me.
I always have to think the worst but I didn't think that I'd end up lonely.

I was just a lost boy in a world with villains and no faces
Looking at the broken concept of why I go through these phases,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.
Shit talkers trying to rob me of my power and my dignity,
Until you came along I was a boy without the clarity,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.

Everything that glitters ain't gold,
Just as long as you keep your soul,
I have no problems proving to you I'm whole,
But in a way as you can see I'm fairly old,
I love this felling that she's giving to me, truth be told,
There's mistaking that the kisses don't get sold,
And I know your Worth woman,
Non like on this earth woman,

I was just a lost boy in a world with villains and no faces
Looking at the broken concept of why I go through these phases,
But I didn't come undone.
But I didn't come undone.

©abpoetry2017

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/11/undone.html

Looking for happiness
in times of crappiness?
Well, you'll find no escape.
So turn and face your fate.

Simon 4d

It happened long ago, in the sidewalk of the street
The street, the main city’s main street! A boulevard, Sweet Saint Pete
A pile of unherting junk started to sink, a hole started to grow
Ignored, underestimated, there were bigger threats after all.
A hole people walk on
Fed by every step
When does a hole turn into a pit?
A pit, dreadful, pitiful pit
One that doesn’t stop growing
Deep enough, people can’t get out

Deep enough, a violent fall


Deep enough, an utter death



Deep Enough, Murphy’s Law
A society’s flaw

First poem! With this one I tried to talk about the danger of ignoring a problem, even if an insignificant one. Also, I start with rhymes and then cut them off so that the idea of something is wrong is more powerful. Any thoughts?

Fresh baked bread
Layered in death and vegetation
My insides burn with withdrawal
It's been almost 24 hours now
How much longer will it take?
To either cave in unwillingly
Or to die painfully slow?

If I had not forgotten my cash
I'd have given in to my survival drives
I'm happy I forgot it
Because I can't stomach the idea of food
Let alone choke down something so revolting
Only because it pulls me further away from death

Instead I flood my veins with nicotine
Desperately trying to curb these cravings
My legs threaten to give out
With each step I take
Even now, scratching this among global fem notes
Dissociated entirely from class
My hands won't stop shaking

Is it nerves?
Or physical deterioration?
Or the panic lying under the surface?
Deafening screams ricochet through my mind
As I try to drown these feelings
But they won't disappear

I've dropped significant weight
And I don't want it back
I don't feel the need to lose more
But still it falls away
And eventually leaves nothing but skin and bones
Fueled by electrifying anxiety

I won't listen to your words,
I won't conform to your evil curse.
I know better now.

Yes, sometimes I may look at myself,
And not be so proud,
But you don't offer control;
You only take it.

I don't care if you won't leave me alone,
Because I'll get you away from me,
You don't blind me anymore:
I taught myself you're not what I need.

My door won't be darkened by you anymore,
I won't notice your shadow occasionally waiting.
Instead I'll say goodbye again
And I will stay fine without you.

Though you don't deserve another another contribution
This is
Love from,
Me.

Svode Nov 14

Is it normal to talk to yourself?
Am I going mad?
Is it wrong to do such a thing?
Can I be called bad?

Depression has become a trend,
having it is part of a fad.
I don't follow short-lived crazes,
but I do feel kind of sad.

I'm only kidding, you know
when I say my life is rad.
Problems are common in life
And I'll never forget what I had.

Sadness, anger, lack of trust.
Depression, suicide, insanity's thrusts.
Topics of the past written down,
topics of the future only to be found.

For the outlandish person, let it be
that hope envelops them back into society.
That they find joy once more;
and they can appreciate life to it's core.

Becca Lansman Nov 12
no

I am so tired of being chewed up and spit out.

Left open
Bleeding on the sidewalk.
Staining the white carpet
Staining my new lace panties I wore just for you.

Silly girl, don’t you know you are only good for one thing? Don’t you know you are only worth something when I want you? When I say so? When my dick is hard?

My body is nothing but a piece of raw meat for you to devour like a hungry dog.

To be a woman is to say yes, is to smile, is to never ask for desert even if you want it. I have etched these words into my skin, bled them out, swallowed them with no water.

Yes, yes, yes, smile, smile, smile.

Grown up with the words always on the back of my tongue

I do not know how to say no. I was never taught to say no.

I am so tired of being treated less human and more dinner buffet.

I am so tired

Empty of all desire
All I can say is yes,

Turn me to dust once again.

Gage B Nov 12

She had my heart within hers

was it hers that prevented mine from breathing
or was it mine that prevented hers?

Whenever i needed to feel loved
she was there and she
helped me through her seemingly caring
and loving affection
and it was good
But she never truly felt in love
She was suffocating
So i let her go
Now she is just a girl

If i ever wanted to have a good time
she was there and she
made me feel the most love ive ever felt
and she was so real
or was she?
She is a very complicated person
with bottled up emotions collected
over the years and years of pain
So i let her go
Now she is just a girl

I was so oblivious to all of this
and she told me about how
I loved her too much and
she wanted space to breathe so she could
be with her guy-friends I was jealous about.
And i am CRYING and BAWLING my eyes out
I can't take this feeling. I just want you
I just want to go back and beat the shit out of myself
for not making the correct choices

I would choose her again, and again if
I had to repeat my life because she is
that amazing. But she has hidden problems
and I had to let her go.

And now,
                   She is just a girl

Breakup
Dr zik Nov 12

You are!
The source of
Pleasure and calmness!
I recall You!
In deep city noises
I request You!
In deep dark nights
I talk to You!
In a solitude
I smell You!
Every where
When I wander about
I have You!
When I need my Lord!
You are the answer!
Of unseen questions
You are the solution!
Of upcoming problems
O' my Lord!
As You are!
The source of
Pleasure and calmness
For the heart
That recalls You
With and within heartbeats.

Dr Zik's Poetry
Tony Ortiz Nov 7

Everyone has to get left because everyone's not right,
The one-sided get blind-sided because they've got one type of fight.
But everyone gather around and watch the mutants squirm,
Watch them pretend to be civilized and learn,
Observe and take notes on what the mind does when it can't float.
Let's peep at the over-emotional rollercoaster,
Hear the Splash of the bathtub mixed with a toaster.
Now let's turn our gaze to the boy with anger issues,
Punching holes in the wall as if it were made of tissue,
Putting his hands towards emotionally abusive misuse.
That boy is a time bomb that needs to be diffused,
But the times gone and his parents don't know,
So they pass it off as natural behavior as if it were snow.
Now fast forward 15 years,
That same little kid is swimming in his tears.
The only way hes floating now is with a raft made of packs of beer.
The Circus always amuses the normal,
The sane people who have all the morals.
But the psychos, schitzos, depressives and geeks,
The obsessive, compulsive, the disorderly and "weak",
The strugglers and fighters who don't know what they seek,
But continue day by day, no matter how bleak,
They're the ones who get poked and prodded,
Who get the pills that makes their minds modded.
My advice to you is give the world a grin,
And make that shit wide,
Cuz you've got a gift and will win,
Just use your Freak Show Side.

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