#blend
Sweet tears, bitter years.
Meet my fears.
Fears that grip and greet me as my starlight, my high nears.
Please, ring the bell, and release me from this snared drum of my layered hell.
I'm just a belle that fell..casted under the warful, wart-ful wicked's curse.
Will you return every piece of my stolen soul, left over flame?
It should have died,
but the Lord
put up ward
against the burn.
Mirror mirror, show em how to spell my name.
Let em know the glow that outlines my shiny frame.
Belle the glitter pebble: I rock hard
and shine just right. 'Im such a pretty,
but gritty rebel.
I am arty, colorful,
so i own the blend
of sin, and
decline the devil's plane to the vane, insane party. Stomp his invite into tattered litter.
Instead, I've my own bonfire lit.
Having a blast, my teeth boasting
the biggest smile in the picture.
I am arty, colorful, so i own the blend of scarlet sin.
Though, If im not careful.. woah.
The hot, stinging **** will rot me, outside in.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
return to me like a homing pigeon
i cannot witness this vision
of an empty space in my bed
of the neglectful way you left
return to me like a homing pigeon
i need to feel your love again
spread your wings and let the wind carry
all your fears, blend awareness
in your anchoring arms
i feel safety
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
my mind is going to explode
not sure how much longer I can stay on this rope
my arms, legs, and hands are giving up
my days blend into weeks, there is no living up
no laughter-filled dawns or innocent wrongs
all so mundane, just a playing pawn
in a losing game, just losing weight
it's depressing this depression, I wish I invested but now I am stressing
they say it's a blessing which is distressing because I feel like I am suppressing
underneath the weight of academics, surprised I made it through 12
first-year almost broke me and second year is not discerning
my mind is going to explode
the candle won't stop burning
my cup is overflowed
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 4:57 PM UTC
What the soul longs for?
It's all up to you.
Acknowledge a journey so far with a simple fact, the people who stay close into your life has similar value like yours. Value as such is, how you see the things what they are, what reflects who you are. Value is a way how you response when time puts you to the tests. Core values are what defines you, and it's the true identity, not the name or whatever. When you find the people with similar resonance, even in silence or miles away, that instance, souls converse as a one spirit and the rest will be history. Yes, once you feel that authentic vibe, you will never go beyond it's alignment even when time goes on and on. It has long been testified, listen closely embrace life.
Thanks for the concern.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
Death would make a dark valentine
I'll join your hand with mine
Midnight strikes
Our skin will meet
Over a road made with sheets
Together we will take it slow
Step-by-step
Taken by shadows that are forever kept
Water's slowly rising
Instead I'm learning to swim
In our beliefs
Treading with limbs
Splinters thoughts
Negative energy
Scattered about too many places to see
Pressure wracks my consciousness with unuttered questions
Mix of doubt and adoration broken into sections
Ruins moment with cold insecurity
Fights desperation
Winning barely
Aroma of chocolate wafts through the air
Breathe clarity and briefly my senses are thankfully aware
I slowly blend surroundings until it's all a blur
Wandering
Table decked with items you prefer
To show you how much your love means to me
All that shows is the success we'll never be
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
I am seeing the colours
Mixing and blending
Without outline
All lines blurred
I can't see you
Red, orange and blue.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
We need a Cleanser
To clean the Air
To clean the Water
To clean the Atmosphere
To clean the Soil
We need a Cleanser
To clean the Minds
To clean the Thoughts
To clean the Hearts
To clean the Souls
We also need a Blender
To Blend all these properly
And transform the world
Into a better place to live in
With Peace, Harmony and Luxury
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
He was dark and steaming hot
Oh! Unique and authentic too
The type you’d chillout on a weekday after work
Or wake up to a sunday morning route
He was bitter... but oh so sweet!
His scent... I swear, nothing could beat!
Just one more cup please
One more sip to finish these load of sheets.
Ah yes! He was coffee.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 7:29 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
putting lives on the line for some dough.
*poison air reach your lungs and theres
more*.
possibilities are endless with this world.
*I just hope you see it one day when it
blows*.
avenues in fire and people get lost.
*everybody in a crisis and the weak gets
tossed*.
*symbols and trauma turns your mind to
mush*.
*simple idiots when you worship a trump
or bush*.
Well take a look at what you've done,
Ain't pointing fingers,
No time to run,
Time stand and fight,
Got your whole life,
Circling the outer realms instead of
finding the inner,
Just don't plant no seeds if you love
being a sinner,
Life are on the lines to save weak people
like you and you,
We learn through and through,
That if we feed the demon everyday of
our lives , we could lose the juice,
The choice is up to you,
But I know what I'mma' do.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 10:12 AM UTC
i'm a combination
of sensitive
and savage.
— N O V A | b l e n d
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
My vision has been contorted.
All colors no longer blend
but rather stand out and by
themselves. All lives and
positions seem different from
the angles they are presented in .
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
ask questions
dont be a *****
be nice
try
dont cry
speak up
drop the attitude
dont cuss it isnt lady like
dont spit
dont wear make-up
dont be that dumb
no one likes you
you wonder y u have no friends
i will just do it myself
stupid
people expect girls to have more confidence about themselves but shouldnt we understand y they dont when they have to blend in with society it is hard to be yourself and it is really bad when they **** themselves because people dont know when to let **** go
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Moments create turbulence in my state of freedom
I have not yet learned to blend in around people
I get judged everywhere i turn
Chill son you are not the center of the universe
Paranoid some might say
But i know the debt i must pay
I have been promised a rebirth!
Keep it real, know your worth
I feel the Lack of connection as we convolve
Little by little my problems will be solved
The Ghost've been visiting me frequently
It's not you it's me, excuse my humility
The passenger fits in unseen
The path is clear
Words Of Harfouchism.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
Son of Raurus falling sound
King of water all around
That fills the sky with dew
The fractals of these waters high
Climbing down to meet the tide
Sweetly in November rain
Eroded tongues that stick on out
To catch the falling endless spout
Even in still of winter blend
These rocks that climb up rung by rung
Forever climbing to the sun
To greet the morning light
The endless water ever falls
Enormous water-winged wall
Wetting all that pass on by
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
Putting others first
can mean a good friend
but it is cursed.
It makes you blend,
teaching your friends the worst
putting you second, becomes their thirst.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC
things are falling apart
things don't get better with time
things just blend.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
She is cottage cheese, not yet aged
her mad lover, I am ready to go great lengths
in any which way that suits to enhance
her taste, making her variously pleasing to the palate .
I'll be fruit and sugar or else salt and pepper,
all I want is to blend and bond completely with her,
if she is good with granola and cinnamon, why not?
have no doubt, I am that in a minute, an all weather partner.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
I've got a block. It belongs to somebody named Writer.
I'm not getting too far in this life I'm living, either.
My head is swarming, but my pencil is dull.
I guess this **** will have to stay in my skull.
I'm not a kid, but I don't think I'm a grown up.
All of my life, I feel I've let myself be shown up.
I've got it in me. But I guess I've got some demons.
Any shine that I have, they dull it out, "yeah Syn, keep dreamin."
I face my fears, but they always seem to stay with me.
They've been my longest companions, sad reality.
There's a spectrum inside me, but I touch both ends.
I try to live my life as both, but they just cannot blend.
I wanna Rest. And if I'm lucky it'll be In Peace.
But God said to me "Syn, you're not much help deceased."
I met Kurt Cobain. Told him the feeling's mutual.
To finally mute the thoughts I know unmutable.
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
I totally adore
How you blend in the crowd
But when we're alone
You become you.
-- Eleanor
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC
There's a cup in here, my love
Filled with coffee, a secret brand
I poured my sugar, sweet enough
Then mixed with cream I have at hand
Here's the coffee now, my dear
Sip with love while it is hot
Feel the creamier blend like us
Hug and kiss are desserts you've got!
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
**I want a home without walls -
I want the prison of your fierce embrace
One of us hears pretty lies,
the other swears they're true..
One of us measures time
in wrinkles, lines and sags.
The other quantifies
with kisses, laughs and shags.
One of us in the mirror
sees a sorry story.
The other only beauty
there, splendid in its glory
Thoughts enamor me no end
they tug at my soul
In their depth i blend.**
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
The freckles on your face blend your skin in a blanket of unique criteria
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
Hearts are not constant,
They each have many shades,
Their colour depends not on themselves,
But the light shining on them.
In the light they radiate beauty,
Each hue complimenting the other,
But in shade they lose focus,
And at night they are lost completely.
But Hearts are not black,
They only appear dark,
Nor are they red,
As even the most loving know hate.
Instead they span a spectrum,
Each unique,
But made of the same,
Primary emotions.
Hearts are pastels,
When touched they merge,
Blending towards each other,
Bridging the gap.
Although they cannot always fuse completely,
There will always be enough different colours,
For hearts to find companionship,
And trust, if not love.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC