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You left at sunset, so I took some photos, hoping to fill the gaping hole with your fading shadow.
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 12:20 PM UTC
candid shots
I need to tell the truth Let me be candid I'm in a world full of bandits Diluted infractions I need action Drowning in "look at me pollution" love's an illusion on a lonely screen I find unsolicited advice How nice Is this my new therapy? I've lost my mind Without meaning how can I believe it? Where's the truth What's the truth Where's the love What's the proof? You said I matter That's a lie Watch me shatter inside Over and over I die as life goes by like a racecar I'm tired, scarred, never understanding why What'd you say? Say what you mean Do what you say There's no in-between If all I have is you How the hell am I Supposed to make it through I don't have it in me to keep on giving Make it worth living
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Feb 9, 2023
Feb 9, 2023 at 3:19 PM UTC
Candid
A part of me which was ether Escaped into space to look down upon myself... Draped in shawl and sweaters, it saw me bleeding on crumpled sheets of paper, Staring vacantly to an invisible horizon, where words became waves and emotions -a deep swirling ocean It saw me smile... It saw me cry...It saw me being another... It saw me being me... As I carved letters with ink in the hope of calming a storm inside me that seemed otherworldly... My ethereal self understood tis the time, the aesthetic moment that appears in the life of every poet, That harbours the essence of their lives A moment so fleeting to be captured on camera... A moment so tenderly fragile... So my vapoury self remembered unto it's memory it's own writing self... And slowly returned back to me So, this is how I remember my state... This is what I finally wrote unto paper... The description of my candid moment!
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Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
Candid
By Arcassin Burnham I be really chill as **** Chill as **** Technically on the break but that's all in my head, Penitentiary mindset but no longer locked up, you didn't hear from me, So that's not what I said, Moving around the creases , in and out of situations , not my main occupation, But I'm working up the nerve to live and survive and survive, And I don't know how long I could stay alive , in this ongoing cycle, Throw your feelings out ,recycle, I be really chill as **** Chill as **** Let the chamomile flow though the veins and such, I got a, Soft spot for nature in my own little way, Nobody else strong enough to evade my space, Ya hear me, Really chill , to the point of no return from this cloud that I'm on, I could never come down off this plane, its real strange, But I'm sane, Chill I'm telling you. / Don't drag your partners down along with ya' to the grave, When fakeness is engrave into their brains like a bad movie that Persuades ,never know, might bring the pain, Shut up, Close your eyes, Matter of fact open them, stay awake, Trust no one, Talk to everyone, Don't become a dead body in a lake, Don't seal your fate, You planned this ,You planned this, You planned this, don't run from it, You planned this ,the parasite lingers like A therapist, You planned this, There's no other way to say your views are distorted, Turning every which way as a sign, It's a crime, systems take over your life, You didn't plan it, But they planned it, This is propaganda we've been handed, Your life expectancy isn't really candid, I know we all gotta' die someday , lie awake somewhere, Don't be a bandit or a sinner, that’s impossible, Is this country really free ? Is it optional ? The feds will hold , a grudge to different race cause their superiors told, I feel like life is game without the checkmates, It never gets old.
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
Chill As **** / Planned It
By Arcassin Burnham I be really chill as **** Chill as **** Technically on the break but that's all in my head, Penitentiary mindset but no longer locked up, you didn't hear from me, So that's not what I said, Moving around the creases , in and out of situations , not my main occupation, But I'm working up the nerve to live and survive and survive, And I don't know how long I could stay alive , in this ongoing cycle, Throw your feelings out ,recycle, I be really chill as **** Chill as **** Let the chamomile flow though the veins and such, I got a, Soft spot for nature in my own little way, Nobody else strong enough to evade my space, Ya hear me, Really chill , to the point of no return from this cloud that I'm on, I could never come down off this plane, its real strange, But I'm sane, Chill I'm telling you. / Don't drag your partners down along with ya' to the grave, When fakeness is engrave into their brains like a bad movie that Persuades ,never know, might bring the pain, Shut up, Close your eyes, Matter of fact open them, stay awake, Trust no one, Talk to everyone, Don't become a dead body in a lake, Don't seal your fate, You planned this ,You planned this, You planned this, don't run from it, You planned this ,the parasite lingers like A therapist, You planned this, There's no other way to say your views are distorted, Turning every which way as a sign, It's a crime, systems take over your life, You didn't plan it, But they planned it, This is propaganda we've been handed, Your life expectancy isn't really candid, I know we all gotta' die someday , lie awake somewhere, Don't be a bandit or a sinner, that’s impossible, Is this country really free ? Is it optional ? The feds will hold , a grudge to different race cause their superiors told, I feel like life is game without the checkmates, It never gets old.
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Happy instants are candid and limited
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
Happiness
So tired, she thought it best to wear her heart on her sleeves and get things off her chest Ignored a notion misconceived that living like an open book would only make her more naive She said... If they simply take another look they'll see a clear transparency and maybe, just maybe, let me off the hook
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
Candid
I appear to be pushing back tears, And I'm trying to stay strong. Why have I been seeking forgiveness for all these years?, Why did I romanticise my Demons in song? I feel like the stem of a Rose, A quaint mind of beautiful words to take away others hurt. But I pierce the skin of those who comes close, As I stamp on the acquaintances I left in the dirt. Spawn of a Speed fiend and the ******* of an ***** freak, A walking disease. Ever so volatile and ****** to Hell like a Sinners smile, Walking for miles in my own head, Only to fall to my knees at Satan craving; Death.
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Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
The Candid I
have you've ever taken that one candid picture so pure and precious there's a difference between a photo that is staged and perfect and a picture that no one knew was taken in that one picture, no one is trying so hard to be perfect
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
photograph
sometimes I just feel broken unable to move useless and all I ever want to just do is just be gone let it all end my heart is empty my mind is empty I am empty
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
This Isn't A Poem, This Is My Mind
cold pizza orange soda bright lights dark room big heart empty feeling
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
12:58 AM
In any case, with pains, I'll rise again No one can soar downwards I will handle curb of life But I wish you were near me then, Not beneath like a surpassed one We can soar together, believe me If you restore your reliance Maybe not merely eye-to-eye Maybe not merely hand in hand It can be spirit to spirit And can also be trust in trust I want you to be soared with me With your thoughts and deep choices To higher than me like a wren * I want you not like a talisman I want you alive and like The Genius *   It is possible where poets come from And where philosophers inhabit Where high humane dimensions lie Dimensions of fathomless friendship We can soar together, believe me If you restore your reliance Maybe not merely eye-to-eye Maybe not merely hand in hand It can be spirit to spirit And can also be trust in trust
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Candid belief of an ascetic
Tidal waves of noise crashing A brief silence followed by another The silences were short and abrupt No matter what he did The noise was too loud Attempts to block it out only seemed to make it louder He smiled at the peak of it all    Inhale       Exhale This time was different As the waves came crashing down He no longer heard static Instead he heard a symphony
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Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
The End of the Storm
It’s 4:48 Woke up in confusion Fell asleep late Remembering my delusions But forgot what I ate As much as I try not to I think of what I hate About myself
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
4:48
You have a heart shaped freckle on your body. You have a mouth shaped bruise on your neck. You wear a certain type of sweatshirt on your birthday as a precaution in case they were to check if someone had given you a love bite sunken lips deep into your skin, but dear lover, a lesson you have yet to learn- leaving the heart shaped freckle on display was your sin.
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Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
Love Bites
Stopped on the shore to snap a picture, "can you pose more candidly?" you asked the water, while the sun scurried across the sky to duck behind the horizon for fear of the ensuing argument.
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
Candid Landscape
I have treasured your memories. Miss you I do not anymore, I do not need your presence, Slowly but surely I'm moving, Smallest memories I remember. Your steps away from my life, Only shattered dreams left, Under what jinx are you?
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
Big Savings
The Eagle did land, In the Israelites' hands, The eagle was candid, When Our Lord landed, The brain game's the same, Humans still play it the same, Weapons of mass destruction, Hell is obliteration, We should aim high, Our Father Would Peace on Earth rather, Once upon a lifetime, In an instant of rhyme, The Eagle was candid, When Our Lord landed! ,
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
THE EAGLE......
We sat anxious and low in your bedroom cupboard beleaguered by hollow briefcases and stifling musty winter clothes. Holding our cigarettes like a crucifix hunched over the ashtray basking in the lonely timid light you yanked into life with the tug of a frail string. I was ready to speak existentially ready to be immortalized by the blinding flash of the ancient pictor black and white candid but purposeful. Locked into my eyes lingering in their intensity my artistic mystery. I was suddenly pulled from my disillusionment as my wishful banter was silenced by your stern hush preferring a whisper so your parents didn't hear. I watched you take a drag like a glass of water in the middle of the desert so desperate, so agonizing. I watched you shakily tap tiny flakes of your soul into the ashtray your eyes distant, mournful. It was irreversible; my childlike fantasy of aesthetic in the smoke on my breath-- not from frigid temperatures but adolescent guilty pleasures coveted forbidden treasures-- to turn into the ashes I watched my friend flick routinely into the tray. "This is not James Dean," I realized. This is not somber-eyed bedecked in worn leather jacket leaning against a cool brick wall. "Neither is this 'A Hard Day's Night.'" This is not Ringo smiling amiably shaking his head with cigarette bouncing and dainty on his lips. This is huddled in my best friend's cramped cupboard watching him surrender himself to a caustic lord who scorches his life away in every drag that burns between his cracking lips in every ash flicked from his shaking fingers. I watched the smoke envelop his weary body I watched the ashes eulogize his fading spirit I watched him bid farewell with his tired eyes I watched him disappear.
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Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
Phoenix
We sat anxious and low in your bedroom cupboard beleaguered by hollow briefcases and stifling musty winter clothes. Holding our cigarettes like a crucifix hunched over the ashtray basking in the lonely timid light you yanked into life with the tug of a frail string. I was ready to speak existentially ready to be immortalized by the blinding flash of the ancient pictor black and white candid but purposeful. Locked into my eyes lingering in their intensity my artistic mystery. I was suddenly pulled from my disillusionment as my wishful banter was silenced by your stern hush preferring a whisper so your parents didn't hear. I watched you take a drag like a glass of water in the middle of the desert so desperate, so agonizing. I watched you shakily tap tiny flakes of your soul into the ashtray your eyes distant, mournful. It was irreversible; my childlike fantasy of aesthetic in the smoke on my breath-- not from frigid temperatures but adolescent guilty pleasures coveted forbidden treasures-- to turn into the ashes I watched my friend flick routinely into the tray. "This is not James Dean," I realized. This is not somber-eyed bedecked in worn leather jacket leaning against a cool brick wall. "Neither is this 'A Hard Day's Night.'" This is not Ringo smiling amiably shaking his head with cigarette bouncing and dainty on his lips. This is huddled in my best friend's cramped cupboard watching him surrender himself to a caustic lord who scorches his life away in every drag that burns between his cracking lips in every ash flicked from his shaking fingers. I watched the smoke envelop his weary body I watched the ashes eulogize his fading spirit I watched him bid farewell with his tired eyes I watched him disappear.
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My view count has reached over ten thousand! When I started posting a little over a year ago, I never imagined so many people would see the words that come from the deepest places of all my selves. I am forever grateful to everyone and anyone who has ever read a single word written by myself. This whole experience has been completely cathartic. My poetry has helped me through my darkest times and reminds me of my happiest times. So I just want to say thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to everyone who was there with me through this never ending journey that we call life.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Thank You!
The photo, wrinkled and flavored with time, That passed all too abruptly. But it shows Smiling faces, eyes closed in laughter's rhyme, The laughter that ever so smoothly flows Through my past; it is my favorite mem- Ory. It lingers in my lowest play To catch my heart off guard. The waving limb Of my family tree started with this face. How blessed to have this fleeting moment caught! My past, entangled in this candid shot.
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
Candid
candid malice, besieging drained by lucrative ignorance frustration staining teared windows the hole leaks with pure essence once where the heart stood, emptiness retains resolve desolation sets in she calls, in the mind.. passion begets strife i walk on
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
candid
Bitter. Enfold me in it. Steel body and diamond crusted ears So I can feel no pain And hear no outer influences.    Hard.    Turn me into stone.    Infuse me, weld my cracks    From a past never to be renewed    And too stoic to ever feel another's warmth.       Bold.       Let myself take whomever I want       Whenever I want       Without consequence of being       Anything but concrete.          I'll be the manifestation of a developing polaroid          Only to be swayed and          Persuaded to come into focus          By the tickle of murmured wind          And golden embers of light.              Black and white              Color              Negative              Sepia              I could be it all.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
A Candid Shot