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Arcassin B Jan 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


In The land of fiction,
We got poverty , terrorist , fluoride and judgement,
And the police still killing,
We need to unify in this without ammunition,
And you think this is relevant,
There's no escape and everyone is brainwashed in this,
Controlled by a syndicate, led by some Satanists that plan on just
Ending it,
Leaving behind a trail of bodies making families mourn for their
Loved ones,
If heaven was a mile away in the sky , I'll pack my bags and just run,
You'll never catch me out here trying to be a man while holding up a
Gun,
Plus life has been tough for me in the most underrated way , I swear it
Has not been fun..
we live in a jungle,full of dead and young..
Its survival of the fittest,now look at what I have done..
we live in a jungle,full of dead and young..
Its survival of the fittest,now look at what I have done..
©ABPoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/01/fantasy-stricken.html
Cup Noodles Dec 2016
XI
May I remind you
That you cannot fall in love
While you are still falling
Lilly frost Dec 2016
Blood
Smoke
Drugs and gunpowder
These elements we live by
These elements we stand for
Think your morals grow louder
Yet you still cower
Sitting in the corner
Begging for power
Used to look down on us from your tower
In our streets now
You soon dispose of your jovial candor
You are learning now
I am so proud of you
A patronizing pat down is now at hand
Your tongue was your only weapon then
What about now?
Bullet and blade are popular weapons of our trade
Could you harden your heart and take the shot?
Take a stab at living how we do
Understand now that the conditions of our demise is normal in society
The news doesn't care
Not unless we cause quite a scare
An obituary is hardly ever found in the papers
Who reads those things these days anyways
I bet you already think you know our motives
Prejudice against the people your window points down towards
Laughing while you say we are the reason it got this way
You are though
Do you not understand?
We take these positions because we have nowhere else
The streets are crawling with us
Because people like you are walking on our backs
AD Snail Nov 2016
Dancing on a thin line trying to have a good time,
Swaying and weighing, taken my chances.
Hoping and praying won’t safe me from defeat,
To the plummeting death that is waiting on my every single breath,
Its waiting patiently, ready for me to fall into the hole of my own demise.
Its listening in on my every though, my memories are flashing by.
I am hoping for a better time,
My hope for another sweet rhythm to save me from this cold hand that is touching me,
Trying to pull me down into the pit of darkness,
With all of my monsters that used to live under my bed,
But are now alive.
This hope won’t save me; I need someone to save me,
But there is no one on this tight rope of death with me,
Well as far as my eye can see.
We all are fighting against challenges, that sometimes become to much for us and when we are dancing upon that tight rope made up of fear. But what we can't see is that there are many upon the rope along side us and are fighting the same fight, and we all can win if we reach out for help and help one another out.
AD Snail Oct 2016
Putting on that false hope,
Smiling wide for the crowd as the curtains open,
Starting the new day to life’s story.

Pulling all those face muscles,
Just so I can pull threw till the end of this show.

Lies are like memories,
I can’t stop creating them.
All these lies are spilling out of my mouth,
I wish I could just stop creating them.

I am standing up as I fall back down,
But no one can see those invisible chains around my feet,
Weighing me down.

I keep on putting on that false strength though,
I keep pretending I am enjoying playing my role in this show,
So the world can keep turning and everyone doesn’t have to be weighed down by my own self-troubles;
After all the show must go on.
Life is sometimes like a show and sometimes it difficult to do. You are sometimes gives you a part that you dislike or goes against who your really are, but you can't complain you must keep on going. As stated "The Show Must Go On".
AD Snail Sep 2016
The mix tap is replaying,
Your mind is spinning.
They speak and say the words with such ease,
Something that never pleases you,
Because they don't know that its harder than it seems.

Your heart a thumping.
Your lungs being swallowed and drowned,
So no one can hear your screams.

They speak with such ease,
They say the words with no trouble,
Unlike thee.

They say "Just breath",
But none of them can see how hard that can be.
Every time they tell you that,
Your heart skips another beat and you lose your breath once again.
My life fits on my back
 But a single bag
The life i led
To where this is all i had
Couldnt fit in a thousand pictures
Or a million words

How do i explain how i got here
How do i explain what i forgot there

With a half empty sack
The load on my shoulders is heavier
Than the load on my back
But heavy that load is not
Compared to the load on my heart
Thats the best i got
Madison Butler Sep 2016
He comes over spewing quandaries.
He doesn’t understand.
How can I explain his life
when my own is sifting sand?

The world tilts left and right
never finding balance.
He sees me fixed and centered.
I’m contained.
Chaotic torment.
I have this friend who is a very material person. He just doesn't see much past whatever is right in front of him. He comes over and asks my advice on everything, and he stays for hours. I wouldn't mind so much if his problems weren't all so frivolous. But I'm a solitary person for the most part and I have my own problems. Spending hours every day hashing over the same stupid **** just gets tiring I guess.
So this is the result. Its not good, and its not thought out. Less effort than I would normally put forth, but its raw and something about me likes it.
MarcellinaGrace Jun 2016
Souls are lost as time goes by
Forgetting the connection
The emotion once felt
Now forgotten

Far away and beaten down
Believing is non existent
Nowhere to turn
Runaway
Hide
Inside myself is the haven

Awkward silence
Not knowing what to say
On the tip of your tongue
Afraid to speak
Push your thoughts away

Some days are brace
Feel hope in your heart
But then it's not good enough
Hurt takes over
walls come back

Here we aren't so quickly
My soul sighs at night...
But it's actually screaming inside...
You just can't hear it...
My unwanted... out without warning sighs  give my soul away...
My sighs speak for my heart...
They tell you of my troubles
They want you to know of the feelings I hide inside...
My sighs, truthful and scary...
I **** them every time...

You have learned from them...
You've picked up on the meaning they give...
You know them well...

My sighs... my ******* sighs...
They give me away...
But I must let them out...
My sighs...
The only relief I have for my heart,
The only option for my loud screaming soul.
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