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Becca Dec 2018
they tell me how to live my life
and do you know the funny thing about that?
the funny thing is,
is that they don't know the nights
the reasons
that's lead to the bags under my eyes
Andrew Rueter Dec 2018
We met in middle school
And you helped this riddled fool
Through my little duels
Becoming an indispensable tool
As a burden carrying mule
But you recently found someone more important
And I feel I can’t afford it
So I want you to abort it
Or them to be deported

You attempt to shield
The way I feel
With a third wheel appeal
But I need the whole deal
To stay on an even keel

We have so much history
So it’s a total mystery
Why they claim victory
When they seem sick to me
But you’re not picking me
Even though we connected as kids
You now want to get rid
Of all that we did
On another’s bid
I see my stock slid
Down your priority grid

I explain it’s up to us
To stop the succubus
But you say I must
Quit my fuss
Before I bust
Your friendly trust

It hurts my sense of pride
When I feel I’m defied
So I make you decide
And you choose the less aggressive side
Creating a divide
As I run and hide
From a newcomer’s stride

Treat me like I’m royal
Or be branded disloyal
Your relations I’ll foil
With malicious toil
Becoming angry and bitter
Of new additions to our litter
Exclaiming they slither
While I rapidly wither

Why does this bother me so much?
When did you become my crutch?
How did I fall
Into a pit so banal?
Do you want me around?
Because to you I’m bound
Hearing your glorious sounds
Makes my heart pound
So I feel like I’ve drowned
When you’re not in town
And I travel an empty path
After doing the toxic math
Of your subtraction wrath

I wanted you selfishly for myself
Which wasn’t good for your health
So you set me on the shelf
Because I never knelt
Or weathered welts
Of humility
Now jealousy is filling me
And I let it willingly
So you’re the one billing me
By slowly killing me
With correction
Through rejection
Going a new direction
Beyond my detection
Away from the detention
Of my arrogant prevention
Of your social ascension
Which was my intention
To hold all your attention

So now I’m all alone
I probably deserve it
Our friendship had grown
I should’ve preserved it
But somehow reversed it
Because I’m so worthless
And value you so highly
Yet I refused co-signing
Treaties you were writing
I wrote off as whining
And now I am finding
Loneliness binding
Danial John Jul 2018
A friend
An end
Over extend
Do it over again

Chances
More than glances
Is it magic
Mental dances

Dirt
The hurt
More than you deserve
Such a flirt

My love
You're a drug
Enough
Squash me like a bug

Sight
No longer in flight
Future bright
I'd make it right

Ruin
Too soon
Not human
What am I doing

Please trust
Things rust
The deepest cut
Wouldn't stop my love
So many chances waisted
Cjf Jul 2018
"there are two people you'll meet in your life. one will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight down to the parts of you that pique their interest. the other will take their time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them the most. You'll meet these two people; its a given. its the third that youll never see coming. that one person who not only finishes your sentences, but also keeps the whole book"



i believe i am a sentimentalist at romance, and given the chance ill look for love in stolen glances, unfinished sentences, and knowing how you like your coffee. and im not saying my heart has found its place in love with you, but ruling out the possibility of love with you.. im willing to close off all bets & go down in flames all for you. you are my third person, my finished sentence, and i am your library. you can choose any book off my shelf and ill gladly read it to you.
A Simillacrum Jul 2018
Master, have mercy.
I am Master. I
Have no Master.

The planet
is atrocious.

I am It.

Planet Earth
is atrocious.

I am It.

Why is it so hard
to see
be yond peace?
Why is it so hard
to be
who you want?

The mind, secluded
in a prison rift
of copy paste
makes waste.

Where is my paper?
Where is my pen?
I write for me!
I repeat as if I
will soon
believe.
I write for me!
(logging on again)

The planet is horrid.
I am part of It.

Oh, Peace & War,
do we know it.

Yet with an audience,
my imagination
grows stagnant.

The once in abstract
gathers into form.

I did this misdeed.
A disservice.

Once a dreamer.
Now a journalist.
This one is for [redacted]
You make me want to run away.
That, is definitely a good thing.
A reminder that I never meant to stay.
Arcassin B Mar 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


No more time to waste down here,
For these country roads have life,
Let no one make you a *****,
It's a dog eat doggy world you'd miss,

Sublime melodies keep me afloat,
Bet you didn't know you have a glow,
Make it move through your body as it
Flows,
If it suits your ego then it will show,

Don't be no one new.
Do what's right, whats right for you.
Hold back the feelings of self guilt that
We infuse in the night.
Don't be no one new.
Do what's right, whats right for you.
Hold back the feelings of self guilt that
We infuse in the night.

Not A Big fan of love anymore,
You give your all and they walk out
Of the door,
Then they expect you to post all on
Social media,
Pour out your feelings then make sure that they deleted ya',

Life in its prime is meaningless and
Full of lies,
I wanna see with my third eye,
Fear and corruption might have you
Thinking it's over,
But all you have to do is connect
With the most high,

Don't be no one new.
Do what's right, whats right for you.
Hold back the feelings of self guilt that
We infuse in the night.
Don't be no one new.
Do what's right, whats right for you.
Hold back the feelings of self guilt that
We infuse in the night.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/03/no-one-new.html
branded art

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Star BG Dec 2017
FIRST,
believe you are deserving to move free from
self-judgments, fears, and lack.

SECOND,
go into heart a place where wisdom and love lives
so you may hear its grand song.

THIRD,
don’t care what others say
they are blind and only there to remind you
to realign in your greatness.

FORTH,
live the truth....
You are perfection wrapped in a body.
Jovyyy inspired me from a chat.  THANKS
Phoebe Woods Dec 2017
He fails to look at me
Because she is in his sheets.

I fail to look
Because I'm fragile.

She fails to look
Because she's passed out.

I fail to escape
Because of the time.

I fail
Because
I am a failure.
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