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Arcassin B Feb 2019
By Arcassin Burnham

When reality *****,
Wiping birds from your face,
Wiping sweat from your face,
Wiping tears from your face,
Hand cramps all over from the work you do,
You could choose to leave , man it's up to you,
Pacing back and forth between these vices,
Many different realms and realities,
So much of what the universe could take,
Will this love last to just up see your little heart break?
Can't stand to see you crying , but can I really relate?
Is our friendship really a mistake?
We go through depression , anxiety,
More depression and anxiety,
Two secret we can't hide from this wicked society,
**** boys are ignorant , different varieties,
And family ain't **** nowadays but that's life,
Burn it up , smoke it up then be contained with red eyes.
©abpoetry2019

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/02/red-eyes.html
allison Feb 2019
the
    
                                         thoughts
in                      my
mind        

float          ­                                              
                  ­                                                           around
until                                      they
come      ­                            
together.
the thoughts in my mind float around until they come together.
in case you can't read it.
tobi Feb 2019
my biggest fear has evolved from my fear of being alone: not being understood. that is the most isolating thing i’ve come to fear
i just want you to know who i am
EmperorOfMine Dec 2018
Repelling
Relations
Resetting
Rotations
Regretting
Compassions
Em­bedded
Sensations
Suppressing
Emotions
Forgetting
Formation
Settl­ing
Stagnation
Corrupting
Narration
tobi Oct 2018
i hope you don’t relate to my poetry
because i hope you’re living a life
so beautifully unique
and unbelievably interesting
that none of my words
have meaning to you
i hope you’re doing what you want only
EmperorOfMine Oct 2018
What do I do now...?
I need someone right now.
Please don't make any sound.
I need someone right now.

A tsunami of hardships rushing tremors of blessing into my
tornado spinning life.

A kiss of misfortunate fates attached to overwhelming shaking I can't do this alone...

A silent churned catastrophically composed orchestra overloading my senses.

What do I do now...?
I want someone to hug now.
A wanted soul wants to be found.
I need someone here right now...
Please tell me something,
and do not lie.
Is something fading
between you and I ?

I've noticed changes
in the recent past
and waited patiently,
hoping it wouldn't last.

I give everything
I can give you,
but what's given back
seems long overdue.

You say nothing is wrong
and you are just fine,
acting as if
the problem is mine.

Something is different,
not like it was before.
I'm doing my best,
trying to restore

The way we showed love
to one another
without crowding you
or trying to smother.

I just need to know
if one thing is true.
Do you still love me
as much as you used to?
© Timbo318
Dealing with all sorts of problems, I know many of you here love poetry, to find comfort in poetry, to express the thoughts you can't seem to say it out because you find it cheesy or foolish? Maybe you just want to leave your thoughts here, out of your mind, staying anonymous hoping no one you know will find out your thoughts? Or are the inner side of yourselves, totally a world apart from your exterior selves? Regardless of all these, I hope you can find that hope in life, hope in God, hope in yourselves. Maybe you can relate to these, I sincerely hope these can make you guys feel better :)
L Sep 2018
You think youve won
Youve got it all
Finally;
It all makes sense.
All of the pain,
The struggle,
The hopelessness--
It all led up to what you thought
Was your reward
For staying strong
For keeping on
Keeping on.

And now,
Things are in pieces again.
Nothing makes sense
Again.
Just like that
Gone.
****.
Goodbye
Bliss.

Im sorry
That i didnt cherish you when i had you.
Im sorry
That your wife is gay
And that your girlfriend is a free bird.
Lol this ones for you.

You know who you are.
EmperorOfMine Sep 2018
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Dear Diary,

I am a ghost. I don't know how long I've been this way, but It's my reality.

I've smiled with people who can't see me. I've laughed and made conversation with shadows. Sometimes you forget that you can't be seen...or heard...or even thought of.

I like to watch people live -- questioning the actions and thoughts they feel. Oh, yeah, I can hear their thoughts. Vile and sweet...mixed into a bowl like candied poison.

Sometimes I get lonely. It can get bad...like...really bad. Have you ever wondered why ghosts get so aggressive?... You probably know them as poltergeists. That's when we get so tired of being alone...something comes over us...

It's not like we see each other...no...ghosts are solemnly solitary, unfortunately.

So...yes, there you have it...something I wanted to get off of my chest -- the nonexistent one.

I am an utterly, unfortunate, miserable, somber, quiet, insane, and hurt Ghost.


You're welcome.
Are you a Ghost?
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