#candid
You left at sunset, so I
took some photos,
hoping to fill
the gaping hole
with your fading shadow.
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 12:20 PM UTC
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
Feb 9, 2023
Feb 9, 2023 at 3:19 PM UTC
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!
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
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.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
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
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
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.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
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
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
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
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
cold pizza
orange soda
bright lights
dark room
big heart
empty feeling
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
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
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
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
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
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
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 5:23 AM UTC
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.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
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.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
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?
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
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!
,
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
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.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
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.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
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.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
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
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
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.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC