#badtimes
life is full of good times,
bad times and everything
that blurs the lines.
my good times vary,
overseas trips, and
my heart doing flips.
but the bad times,
they run the same script;
you aint good enough, never will be, what a trip!
now, the in-between,
seems so dull not to mean
anything, but it's mine.
my life is full
of good times,
bad times and
everything in between.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 2:26 AM UTC
Everything will be alright soon, my friend
All your miseries will end
You are a woman of great fortitude
Positive, has always been your attitude!
Everything will be alright soon, my friend
With your family, do you share an amazing bond
You are an excellent wife and mother
With your around, will there be nothing to bother
Your beautiful little kids
I understand life can sometimes be quite hard
However, there's nothing you can't conquer
Because, you are a fighter!!
Everything will be alright soon, my friend
For yourself, will you not have to fend
Because, have you an awesome family
Not for long, will you stay unhappy
Remember, God is there for you
As well as your loved ones
Never, have you committed any sins
So, take care and chin up
Today is probably just a blip
Again, everything will be alright soon, my friend
Really, will your bad times come to an end
All you need, is a bit of faith
May the Lord bless you with loads of love, happiness, peace and good health!!
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 3:21 AM UTC
As you wander down this road
That we call life,
Nothing will come easy
Except the bad times
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 8:26 PM UTC
You treat me bad in your ****** times
Every time I wonder what was my crime
With every approaching luxury
You felt my happiness is compulsory
The good time comes and goes
The bad time comes and goes
I adjust with all your temperamental
I always express you as gentle
Here is the end of the story
This repeating cycle is my glory.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC
She has seen it through all her life,
Hardships, failures, pain, everything sad.
Her magnificent work was never awarded,
Neither were her good deeds acclaimed noble.
Her thoughts were laughed at,
Her ideas always neglected,
Misunderstood as being highly ideal.
There is a whole Her world inside,
Untouched by any soul.
She felt sorry, when letting her emotions out.
There were none to listen to her,
None to lighten her pain.
She has always wore this fake smile,
Pretending everything is alright.
But her inner self knows,
she is tormented.
The good quotes irked her,
Since she has had enough of bad,
Yet, her heart always speaks of trying again and again.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
the resistant does clatter
its ends against the machinery,
it does so clunk and rattle
against the current which runs through
to the chosen one, the
Brother of Entropy, his unwavering
foot-heel in the doorway
between Insanity, and Stability.
He does, however,
take some time away from
his breathing, amounting
to a few moment’s silence.
In this cold night, he
holds no name or title. Not yet.
The world is not ready for
his being, and his being
remains underdeveloped enough
that its energy is just shy of a sunlight’s beam
and so he sings
to the empty halls,
the resistant current,
the rusted gears,
“Where do the old souls go?
Here? There? Or inbetween?
Do we matter to matter? Are
we warm and foreboding enough
to bear resistance to the dark?”
The dark dances
between candlelight. Brother, father, creator:
it means nothing to that which
cannot see goodness, or light.
And so he breathes again,
and shoves his boot further through
the door
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
ALL DAYS AREN'T SAME
NEITHER THE SADNESS PERSIST NOR THE HAPPINESS
It was fun when we laughed together
but it hurts,to wipe my tears alone
The stage doesn't scare me
being alone at backstage does hurt me
It doesn't when you chide me
it hurts when you show no confidence in me
It didn't hurt when you pushed me on bed
I was hurt when you closed the door,on my face
I gave you my all
IT hurts when you left me following my fall
It's hard when I fail
it hurts when you glare
It's tough to meet every month's need
but it hurts when I can't fulfill your wish
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
I remember the day we had people over because we had just moved in to the house
I took photographs to document the new memories we were going to make here
one of those memories now hangs in a frame on the wall
and all of us are smiling
and now I look back at that picture and wonder where those people went
who those people were
because they certainly don't look like us
at least the new us
the ones who screamed and shouted so loud the floors shook
and cried so hard their ribs felt they may break
the ones who ripped each other's hearts out with broken promises and painful truths
the ones who don't live together in this house anymore
I have now forgotten what it was even like to be happy with you
I leave that photo on the wall as a constant reminder to never forget the good times
even if it hurts
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
I rinse from my tears, when I got home
Don a black fur, coffee streaked on it, hours back
When we isolated from apiece, weeping
Reminiscences drizzling, cold and warm.
You came into vision, gloomed
My eyes were sealed
Whispering, the lot has altered
You and me, terminated.
In the vein of a tree
Whirling you and me
Slowly, sailing into the deep sea
Where float countless mystery.
Unsurpassed things are memories
Blissful among the alluring winds
Afraid among the moaning waves
Lashing and hammering through my wits.
Hope confers my heart
That mending is no less than an art
Love is the cure that slumps hate apart
Time and again, I wish I could go back to the start.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
If you're Feelin'
lonely sitting in the distant darkness in the
Corner of your room I'll be there for you,
If your mother and your family don't agree
On anything you do in life then I'll be
There for you....
I'll be there for you,
Saying "what's wrong kid"....
You got your whole life ahead of you just forget this...
Life is like a game , literally!
Putting all of my attention towards all of your desires
Learning from your past and forcing it a little bit longer,
You'll be stronger in these times of sadness just like I was,
I was the Edward to your bella , you gave me all your trust and
I haven't let you down not even once,
Skin so heavenly like the taste of punch,
Trying to see you all the times a little bit much,
But you can't go another day without feeling my touch,
Forgive me my troubled female, just throw me a crutch,
If you're Feelin'
lonely sitting in the distant darkness in the
Corner of your room I'll be there for you,
If your mother and your family don't agree
On anything you do in life then I'll be
There for you....
I'll be there for you...
You know it's true....
Like what's wrong with ya.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
The early morning after the holiday, after the fireworks fissle out, after the ***** dies down, I pick up the bag I keep in the back of my closet, packed with what little I own, evidence that I do not know the meaning of the word 'stay'. The fact that I never seem to need to unpack it only solidifies to me that I am not somebody who will ever know a true sense of home.
I am riding to a place I used to think I could consider a second home, with a sweet boy laying against my arm and I know that I should love this, two years ago I would have loved this. But everything just feels like a shadow of what once was, what I once was. I can't shake this sense that I may be missing something. That maybe I had a purpose but it was exploded into the night sky the minute that last firework sang its praises.
Holidays should not feel like funeral rites, they should not feel like sad goodbyes but I do not know how to be happy with the fact that another year has gone by and I am still here, still at the same crossroads between death and the rest of my life like some kind of suicidal vagabond.
All I want is to go home and not feel empty inside.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
Know I've been around
You've been on my mind, subconsciously
I think too much
Our feelings have faded
Act like you know better
I know I haven't been around
I haven't forgotten you
Your name stimulates my heart
My chords vibrated from the start
Your seat has not been taken
I've been so far gone
I've been so led on
I've formed broken bonds
Established severed connections
I feel it
I can feel it
This rush of adrenaline in my veins
Oh no, oh no, no, no
This is Hope telling me to keep going
How do you sit down and quit?
You don't
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
When the world is all against you,
And there’s no place to hide,
When you feel you are all alone,
And nobody is there by your side,
Don’t let your heart sink,
Sit back;
Concentrate;
And think:
Is it the circumstances,
Or you?
Who is at fault?
Who should be accused of this thing,
Which will soon be a (terrible) past?
Never mind the circumstances.
Those are just jerks of life,
Only to make you realize,
The price of happiness and smile.
For not all days are same,
Not always full of fame.
Anything monotonous can be boring,
So let us be prepared,
For some fun change,
Some adventure, and swing.
But, this small dip,
In your happiness graph,
Can be demoralizing.
Don’t you be disheartened,
Just as good times have passed,
This will also pass,
This will soon be a memory,
Though bad,
Of a long gone past.
Think yourself:
Will this matter in the years to come?
Will you even remember it,
The cause or the result?
In better times, probably not.
Things are not that terrible,
As much as we make them,
We rethink about the cause,
And not something to cope with it,
A solution maybe,
To put all this to a pause.
Even if you feel helpless,
You are actually not.
Don’t blame anyone,
Or anything,
Focus at present,
And think positively.
Stand up,
Gain some strength,
Remember your beautiful past,
And get back to work,
Work again,
Strive again,
Towards your goal,
Endurance might cause some pain,
But success will make you forget all this.
When success arrives,
It comes with bundles:
Bundles of joys,
Of happiness and contentment.
Look: then, good times will be back,
And bad memories,
Will just be a wasteful stack.
What matters the most,
Is now.
Spend it wisely,
You figure it: how.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
I will always think fondly
Of the park bench
Near the sad man’s statue
Whose beard of stone
Was sloppily painted
By a bunch of overenthusiastic pigeons
That silly park bench
Where we first kissed
And had our first public argument
About nothing at all
And at the same time
About everything we thought we had
At first our memories
Turned the grass greener
And the skies bluer
And sometimes it seemed
That sad man smiled
Though it might have been an malevolent grin
But soon it became tainted
A symbol of fleeting love
Of passion’s mortality
Its habit of swiftly disappearing
Like cagey, distrustful pigeons
And illusions fuelled by sentimentality
Now I understand the sad man
And consider his faith to be cruel
To want and crave and hope
Yet to be sentenced
His life writ in stone
Near an empty, broken bench
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
And on the days when your heart is a dying thing gasping its last breaths in your chest
And your hopes have flown away in a flock
Your dreams are far away, too far too crawl which all that can be managed
On the days that are right now
In this moment
Hold on baby, as the water pulls past you and tries to drag you with the flood
Hold tight to the tree post
Because the sun will come out
Because those hopes will fly back with colour in their wings
Because you'll stand on your once weary feet and chase those **** dreams
You'll come back to yourself sweetheart,
You're heart will shock start, it will beat, speed up in those happy moments, slow in the peace
You'll be ten times the girl you were,
You'll be the girl that carried mountains without being crushed
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
Too many ******* insecurities,
And where there's insecurities,
There is never any safety.
If it hurts it's not the end,
Apparently,
So if it's not the end it's the beginning.
Bam!
The start of eternity.
Some violent thoughts,
And just no words,
Or too many words with no thoughts.
There should be this and that,
More like nothing you'll ever get,
Oh yeah and more nothing of that.
These words will soon drift,
But they won't fit through the sieve.
Mind you,
There's not much for you to chew,
Because this **** likes to vanish,
From the eyes of those who might care.
In a world of too many stares,
I don't think anyone really cares,
Unless it's about themselves.
We all worry about what others perceive,
Blind to the fact we all think the same thing,
So really are people judging us,
Or just judging themselves through those in the way?
Greedy eyes,
Hungry for the unknown prize,
It's too bad that nobody will win.
It's the game of life and risk combined,
The world is our board,
And we are the character pieces.
No more, no less.
Too much more.
Too much less.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
my phone beeped
in an almost deserted train compartment.
my boss,
'where have you reached?'
I sighed and replied,
'should reach in 5'
(would reach in 20)
same old dance
to the tune of corporate slavery.
a sharp sound,
I looked up.
the sound dissolved
into a fit of giggles.
a group of kids
playing around, teasing,
their mother close by;
a hawker, selling trinkets in the train.
it looked so natural.
a working mum
looking after her kids while on the job
(doesn't work that way does it?
guess they didn't have anywhere safe
without her)
I couldn't look away.
it was such a sight...
torn, tattered clothes
dirt and mud all over
and those innocent giggles;
it didn't add up.
I was tired, aching,
infatuating about sleep;
feet bleeding in killer heels,
rushing around without purpose,
forced into an exploitative overtime job
by myself; frustrated,
trying to keep up with society.
the little family
calm, collected;
torn, tattered smiles held with grace,
facing their exploitative poverty
with innocent mischief and honest labour.
confused,
I had a thought:
that's the life they've known,
this is the life I've known.
we fit in our lives...
differently?
no...
we fit in different lives in the same way.
I struggle she struggles,
we both have good bad days.
I didn't realize I was smiling
till she smiled back.
I bought something
and got off at the next stop,
wishing she has more good days than bad
and the kids keep their giggles
a little longer than they can..
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC