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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
Vic Feb 2019
Too much poems
Same old depression
Same old Lies
****
stranger Feb 2019
i'll write you a note someday
it'll speak about what i love
about what i regret
and who i miss.
in that note I'll probably tell you that i'm sorry,
sorry that we couldn't co-exist when you were in trouble
sorry for the fact that i loved you and probably never got to tell you.
i'll write a note hoping it keeps you going
celebrating suicide Sunday with a smoke, a smile and that note in your lighter pocket.
i'll write the note and give it when i leave
and I'd have to gather up to courage to say goodbye.
you see i live investing my time in the broken as i forget about myself.
so the more i write to you, the more i write about you, the more time i dedicate to you
the better i am
no that's a lie I feel too much for you to ever get better
but at least i selfishly forget myself to feel you
Your memories
Your burden
Your joy
so yes i'll write you a note saying how i hope you'll forgive me for thinking everything has such great importance, hoping that maybe for once you'd be selfish.
I'll write you a note
And it will say I love you written in code at the end.
one day I'll tell you
Ammar Feb 2019
Riddled with fear,
I was
Bounded by pain,
I was
Trifled by the people I called family,
I was
Left in the pit of despair,
I was

Fear, despair, hopelessness
Plagued my mind
Like a blight in a crop field.

Now they just **** me off
And I seek retribution.
Something I feel now. I still have fears, but instead of cowering, my fears just ****** me off, and I shut it down.
دema flutter Feb 2019
you make me mad,
out of mind,
you make me want
to lose my
**** over you, but
no thanks,
you aint **** anyways.
دema flutter Feb 2019
Losing my **** over you is an understatement,
that's something a person like you would do,
not me honey.
Pyrrha Jan 2019
"You've stepped in ****"
              
              "Oh I know, but he's gone now"
"You've stepped in ****" is an idiom for you have come across some bad luck or have gotten into a bad situation.
I usually never curse in a poem, but this is an acception.
Breanna evans Jan 2019
a year of training and I'm still unable

to lift these sandbags from my eye curtains
at 6', 179 lbs (19% body fat) I can hold my own, but I still find myself losing the battle against fatigue, especially on mornings when I decide to fast.
Breanna evans Jan 2019
she looked a bit smothered

in her ranch dressing
Breanna evans Jan 2019
on the interwebs wanking

and looking for ***

you might get some love

if you put down the tech

I have been people-watching

and the things I observed,

have left me much more

than a little disturbed

our future is doomed

as the youth of our nation

lack basic skills,

like communication

clean their cars out

for Facebook

'cos they think that the world

gives a **** how their face looks

and they want their neighbors,

friends to see

their perfect,

plastic "family"
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