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Arcassin B Dec 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


Sweet dreams at the dark end of the hall reminds
me of a day when I get close to you.

He was never good with confessing his feelings But
I can show you better than I can tell you.

When he leaves and I walk in,
thinking you're alone , you say its complicated.
when theres no more love to give, I'll be waiting for you,
Its the same scenario.
Its the same scenario.
Its the same scenario.
Its the same scenario.

Love doesn't want to come that easy when you
reach for the top.

Love yourself for the moment cause in reality thats all you got.

Don't be the line cast into the water while the fishes go below.

See reality for what it is in this life and don't end up in the same
scenario.
©abpoetry2017

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/12/same-scenario.html
sushma madappa Apr 2016
I often wonder if I would ever run into you.
If I do, how would it play out?
So, I imagine a scenario where Iam shopping at a supermarket,  walking down the aisle,  pushing my cart,
looking for some mundane little thing and there you will be,
next to the cereal aisle, holding your favorite brand of cereal.

What would we do?
Will one of us lean in for a hug,
smile awkwardly at each other or
behave like strangers?
Would we exchange numbers,
With a promise to catch up soon or do
the most natural thing in the world-
go to the nearest cafe or pub and
have coffee or a drink or two together.
Share our stories, wish each other well and part as friends.
I hope that's what we'd do.

I would love to walk down that aisle with you.
I look for you in every supermarket in the world, I step into.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
In the hole
Only the darkest of thoughts flow
In the hole
Only the worse scenarios go
In the hole
Only the coldest winds blow
In the hole
Only the demons patrol
In the hole
Is where you lose your soul
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
She set the scene
Like they do for the movie screen
Very thing she did had a meaning
She cleaned the house till it was gleaming

She tried to pretend she hadn't planned it for months, for weeks, for days
But everything she did has something different to say

She had ordered a surgical scalpel online
Praying it would come in time
It arrived a few days ago
And today would be her last show

She put on her favorite dress
The wrinkles out of it she gently caressed
She added rose petals to the bath water
A reminder of all the loved that had faltered
A couple of candles, for the light
That in her eyes no longer shined, her soul was as black as moon less night
She put on a little makeup, there would be no tears to smear it
They were all dried up, her life was ****

She slowly lowered herself into the tub
She didn't want a mess, it would contain her blood
She took that surgical tool, Determined to end all that was cruel
She didn't have to press to hard
She was dealing death's card
She made the slits down her wrist
Watching all of her life's blood flow out filled her with bliss
The water soon turned a crimson red
She just relaxed, there was no dread
The candles like her life soon expired
She had gotten what she had so desired

The iron smell of her blood soon filled the room
It's aroma was a forbidding doom
Her face despite the makeup was ashen white
But a smile creased her lips, she was done with life's fight
She looked so peaceful, so at rest
For her tourtured soul has no longer imprisoned within her flesh
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
Sitting in her empty room she took another long drink from the bottle of whisky
She knew drinking alone for her was quit risky
But she was far beyond caring, far beyond giving a ****
She thinks back on her life, she could see it was all a sham
No one looking in could see
Her life lay among the debris
Of what should of been but as time had showed would never be
Pure agony in diffrent degrees

She looks around her room in the closest hung her clothes
Most of them for work, thats the only place she goes
The stereo on a table
The music is her escape when she is able
In the corner the tv
She stares at but what's playing she rarely sees
Her big comfy bed with lots of pillows
Where alone she cries and bellows

Yes at a quick glance it all looks normal, but take a closer look
It's easy to see like all the stacks of books
On the walls nothing hangs
They are blank, there plain
No posters, not one pictures, no happy memories to look back on
Yes look close enough you can see something is all wrong

She's finally had enough liquid courage
To finally end all her troubles and worries
She goes to her closest reaches up on the top shelf
Takes down her revolver and clutches it to herself

With shaking hands she retrieves the bullets from the dresser drawer
Every inch of the barrel her fingers explore
She loads one bullet into the camber, clicks it back and spins it
She's going to let the Gods and fate decide if she is fit

She raises the cold unfeeling gun to her temple
Her hand is now steed not even a tremble
Very slowly she pulls the trigger
Stopping she didn't even consider

No one heard the boom
That resounded inside that lonely room
Over was all of her agonizing delirium
She didn't feel any pain as that bullet tore through her cranium
Her walls are no longer pitifully plain
They are now beautifully painted with her blood and her brain
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
She takes a walk out among the trees
She's desperate to feel the cool breeze
The leaves make a sharp crunching as she walks on them
Even with the reds, oranges, and yellows, of her favorite time of year are not enough her thoughts are grim
The day on which her mother died is coming up soon
Another empty spot in her heart's rooms
She just had to die on Halloween day
Two things at once taken away

The woods she so enjoyed romping around in now she trudges through
The are tainted for she was ***** and this is where he dragged her to

A cold drizzle starts to fall
And in her head is deaths call
The bottle of pills in her pocket rattles
Reminding her of all her hard fought battles

Just days ago she was in love
Happily thinking of things to come
After thousands of messages proclaiming he's feelings
It only took one to show his true dealings
It left her heart bleeding

With everything taken away that gave her a small ounce of a smile
She decided to come out to her woods and think for awail

She sat down on the cold mossy ground
And took a good hard look around
Visions of hatred, love, loss, and invasion
Made her feel like her head was caving in
Her heart ached so bad within her chest
She couldn't take any more of what life had left

She took the bottle out of her pocket
Took off his locket
Took two mouthful of pills
Getting rid of her ills
She washed them down
Laying the necklace he gave her on the ground

She sat and listened to the song birds tweets
Here in her wooded retreat
She slowly got tired, she leaned against the tree
The autumn colors was the last thing she would see
But there was a smile on her face
As her spirit slipped silently away out into space
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
She sits alone contemplating her place within this universe
She thought about her live in reverse
Trying to figure out how she had got to this place
Sitting on the bridge, legs dangling into space

She stares into the crystal clear water
In her mind there would never be any imprimatur
She is in conflict of what to do
She slowly kicks off one shoe
To count how long it takes to splash down
If the concrete like water didn't **** her, would she drown

She looked out across the river to watch her last sunset
Thinking of a tragic events she couldn't forget
It was such a soft purple that got more vibrant to a bight pink center
The frost nipped at her nose, and now exposed toes, soon it would be winter

She examines her situation still not sure why
But then again everybody dies
Does our energy escape our corpses
Jets off into the cosmos and courses
Or our we just nonexistent forever in the black void
Both of these thoughts makes her overjoyed

She cracks a slight smile the first in years
In the last of autumn's sun she basks, she has no more fears
She kicks off her other shoe, grabs hold of the cold steel frame
There will be no more living in darkness and shame

She carefully climbs up on to the rail
She didn't want to fall backwards, she didn't want to fail
She spread her arms wide out to her side
Took one more look at the sky, let go and let her body glide
It was the very first time she felt free
Sheer fleeting secounds of glee

She didn't feel the bone crushing impact
As her head wide open cracked
Her body started to slowly sink
Life had pushed her past the brink
Bubbles at the surface forms as the air escapes her lungs

I hope the galaxy gives her life energy hugs
Or if in the dark abyss
I hope shes found rest, either way I know she found bliss
For her wretched life she wont miss
Julie Grenness Jan 2016
The old man's getting married to a fat ******,
Ding, ****, the wedding hearse does shine!
That' what he gets for perving!
Get him to the morgue on time!

The old man's getting to a fat ******,
Ding, ****, the wedding hearse does shine!
The undertakers are steady,
Both the coffins are ready,
Extra wide for  the big fat groom and bride!

The old man's getting married to a fat ******,
Ding, ****, the wedding hearse does shine!
The bride is wearing her thongy,
His sons are bringing their bongies,
Get him to the morgue on time!

The old man's groom married to a fat ******,
Ding, ****, the wedding hearse does shine,
The mob are bringing Marijuana pesto,
The transvestites are saying hello,
They can be mothers of the bride!

The old man's getting married to a fat ******,
Ding, ****, the wedding hearse shall shine,
Yes, that's what you get for perving,
The morticians are all ready,
The coffins are standing steady,
Get him to the morgue on time!
Bit of light hearted fun.
Lena Bitare May 2015
He worries for her being tripped at, being abused, being hurt.

He said “It’s still dark outside”.

She said “I don’t really have to go outside to see the dark side of things”.

“Then stay with me outside, I would love to see your eyes glimmering with a dark sky in a breaking dawn”, He said while staring at her eyes like there’s no forever.
RG The Visionary Mar 2015
Tears down her her face
as she ask me why
sat there face of despair saying I
took a moment as time passed by
you lied you lied was all she say
but still no reply
from me
why cant you be why cant you be more of thee
old guy that you use to be
don't say you love me like you use to
all you ever do is hang with your new crew
ironically singing no new friends
thinking you to cool
but you  fool  
just another tool
but who knew
You I would lose you
you different now
never getting loud
always sitting down
everytime I look at you
I wonder who's who
is this that nice and generous sheem
who fell in love with a Nubian woman  and treated her like a queen
made her feel more important then life itself.
stop....I cut her off
For a while I been feeling like ive been in love by myself.
thinking you've been down  looking sad thinking to my self
how could I help
would  I ever please you
see you
was so intertwined  from what you heard in the vine
didn't even care if I intervened
tell you I loved you
you didn't care
taking you out
getting you things
made you dinner and walk by like I wasn't there
there was times that I thought you wouldnt notice if I disappeared
what we shared been gone
Im surprised it took you this long.
But i guess you did when I stopped
That word love got
Stripped from my vocab
Burnt to a crisp never to rise from the ash
No rise of the Phoenix from old flames rekindled
You mingled and sparked infatuations of your own
While I thought of you at home
In a world so cold
who knew I get freezer burned
But you live and learn
I guess

— The End —