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and puzzling
part of
tonight is
laid with
clean thought
and forthright
some they
aren't really
lies that
tell me
notebooks leer
peers in
jeers much
darker than
classroom strand
with tardy
replies hoy!?
Arcassin B Jan 2019
By Arcassin Burnham

These people just keep finding reasons.
Anything to be inspired to be petty,
I could get there with you , let me know if you're ready,
Treading lightly but we slow up steady,
I will not fall for the powers that carry,
Ignorance in this wicked world happily buried,
Time is wasting.
And I will not waste it on you,
or any girl or any female that think it's cute put a man
In the weak spot,
A lot of ****** and ******* yeah we got alot,
With no common ground but leave you on dots,
I got to honest here , sometimes they like to ruin your
name,
And with only name like mine, not hard to pinpoint
my range.

So all over I'm in enemy territory ,until I leave the state,
I got so many people that hate me, don't know if imma
die anyday.

To the full the void,
Not play with toys,
To be a man,
And not a boy,
This world is cruel, not for the weak,
But the people love to destroy.
©abpoetry2019

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/01/found-lot.html
HTR Stevens Jan 2019
Under the Christmas tree
Are toys for you and me:
First we have our personal phones;
Now, we can each have our own drones…
They fly high – they fly low –
Hovering to and fro.
Like eerie will-o’-the-wisp they fly…
Appearing like dust specks in the sky…
They fly high…they fly low…
We can’t see where they go…
Suddenly here! Silently there!
Like ghosts, they show up everywhere!
Like aliens, out of a nightmare –
Disappearing, ev’n as we stare…
Under the Christmas tree
Are drones for you and me…
I declared myself dependent
on patience you
took it personally
as if I compare you to the rest
of them breakers
claiming it's not
your case here you are
after tasting me
throwing me toys and saying
I should play with
those instead words
are for grown-ups
- yet you make mosaics out of sapphire hearts
When you fall out of love for me
I hope to remain
A lingering presence
In the pages of your life
I hope to be reserved
As a chapter in your memories
Even if it is one
You'll always skim by
Or one you may never read again
I hope you'll reminisce
Your time with me
Even when you forget who I am
Because I'll never forget
How you held my hand each night
And took me wherever you went
When you fall out of love for me
And maybe find someone new
In the end, my heart is content
And I'll always be here for you
Bansi Adroja Oct 2018
I keep you in my back pocket
for lonely Sunday evenings
or Tuesdays when he doesn't come home
when he's busy with something else
someone else

You hate me for it
and I hate me too
for calling when I shouldn't
for needing you
when I really shouldn't
A Poem a Day : Guity 3am Phone Lines
cait-cait Oct 2018
the devil’s eyes are blue ,
from when they made him up in heaven ,

but he keeps his girls like toys,
strewn,
             broken
and like dolls, they lay in piles.

you know,
ive always kept my mouth closed ,
and my sharp teeth dulled,
for i have been forced to wear a smile
to cover up each bruise .

so how come,
when
he looks at her like a dog ,
you all just let him bite?

do you think he ever kissed his wife’s wounds?

because
you know, we know that you men all kiss his,
right?
it is time to be angry. It is time for women to bite and kick and scream and make everyone sorry for ever thinking that any of this was okay. I’m sorry Doctor Ford.
Aa Harvey Aug 2018
It’s that time of year
once again.


It’s that time of the year; it is here once again.
It’s time for the kids to be opening presents.
It’s that time of the year; it is here once again,
To get all you wanted and some things you didn’t.


So we thank you Lord, for giving us Christmas;
So we thank you Santa, for bringing us presents.
So we thank you Jesus, for giving us Christmas;
So we thank you Santa, for bringing us presents.


Because we couldn’t cope, if we didn’t have toys,
To make the girls happy; as well as the boys.
The Christmas party, another affair;
It’s time to relax and let down your hair.


It’s time to remember, those who aren’t loved;
We must mock them and jeer them, for they are not like us.
It’s time to forget, the stress of the cost;
Three months of anticipation, will soon be forgotten.


And now the wrapping is on the floor, the box has been discarded;
Whole days are wasted preparing the lunch,
Or to drink at the Christmas parties.
Then New Year comes and we make false promises;
Just a day after Christmas day,
Yet another argument has started.


The presents we loved have lost their shine;
Since we went back to school
And saw their presents were better than mine.
The poorer families were happy on Christmas day;
But consumerism took that happiness away.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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