#exhaust
I could write
on emotion alone.
Through bitterness,
I sought beauty.
With rage,
I expressed
the torrent within.
All was aflame,
all had burned brightly.
But now,
it is naught but a flicker.
I pass time quietly,
as the ash of past emotions
blanket the landscape with grey.
I am tired.
I fear I may
never recover.
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 5:25 PM UTC
a kid
with the throaty sound
of a tuned engine underfoot
cuts through my sleep
deprived eardrums
an almost tuneful exhaust note
rasps under acceleration
rippling night air outside
God I wish I was young again
when that sound alone
under my command
made me feel alive
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 5:47 PM UTC
a shake weight table steak
powdered sugar cigarette
break burning in alcohol
and corn flakes
a big ********* cluster-fuck
of broken noses and carefully
crafted poses posting pictures
of processed hipster's and blisters,
shit-stirrers and culture twisters
jockeying for a spot
all melting in the ***
quiz show **** beads and
fleshlight teenage dreams
soaking through entitled
suburban screens choking
on plastic screams
chocolate dipped cancer fingers
city bus exhaust lingers
prescription bottle salvation bringers
and underneath it all the bible
belt girdles the gurgling masses
of glazed diabetes and frosted
faith pooling in the belly of
America
a fat flabby mess of
snake oil boiling
in stomach acid
and pesticide
"welcome, honey! grab a seat
anywhere you'd like --I'll be
right with you!"
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC
#*
Finish what you started
Think what you want
Steps taken, mistaken
Never forsaken
Lossless or with loss
The words, always well played
Thoughtfully or thoughtless, gained
Never tossed
Mild milieu
Boundlessly, unbound
Rigours and rumours
Rivers surpass
Never exhaust*
🌿🌿
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
You
Are like a flame. And I am highly combustible household furniture.
And so you move close to me, and touch me.
And set me on fire.
Slowly,
Then all at once
You multiply and engulf me in your love, in you. All of you.
And we burn
A beautiful hot blaze, wrapped in desire and hunger
And we burn
Illuminating the room, the house, the street.
And we burn, your flames multiply and grow and we are tangled in heat and desperation.
And we ignore the: warning highly flammable sign
And dance till we’ve scorched through the floor,
Leaving burnt out embers
You consume me, all of me.
You search my heart, my soul, my body. A house, room to room
Stealing all my possessions,
All my highly flammable household furniture
And I let you.
I watch your flames dance to me and I feel your heat.
And I let you burn me. Enveloped in the pleasure of your flames I burn.
Hot. Desire. Hot.
Until you’ve burnt through it all.
Left my reflection a wobbling photo of grief.
Exhausted. No more oxygen to eat on.
Just C 0 2.
No more me and you.
And I’m just a shell. A frame.
Filled with burnt furniture
And black.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 8:47 PM UTC
Nothing as mind described was sin,
suppressing was actual sin.
It kept coming in,
some days unwilled,
some days willed,
it gone leaving perplexed and guilt.
Flocked and bounced until it got exhaust,
left inside everything holocaust.
Innocent, unaware, bruised himself
in threads of twisted thoughts.
Unshared, whispered in thin air, shredded in half.
Coagulated and stranded thoughts,
bruised and bullied, ravenous remarked, fetched the tears in glass.
Distraught and regret pervaded, filled the state of mind with depressed art.
admonished till blood turned cold, still nothing could abolished the suppressed doubts, it still came out, healthy and curious, to demolish everything owned. nothing as mind described was sin, suppressing was actual sin.
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
I did not stop when I got hurt
I did not stop when defeated
I did not stop for a second
I never retreated
I fought with everything I had
because I knew what I fought for
I knew, not all battles
needed to be won to win the war.
So I fought and did not stop,
and finally, exhaust
the war ended
and I lost.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
You are exhausting---
The constant hammer
that falls upon my head;
driving me to fulfill a goal,
making me always think,
with ideas that keep me fed.
Years before---
I was feral as a man
wild of tooth and tongue.
Uncaring in my approach
both aimless and blameless,
from the badge of being young.
Still---
Out of the faceless crowd
I chose an expression,
imprinted now, only you would do.
To save me from my sickness,
and secret life that only you knew.
That stubborness---
I can not quit because of it
and so I reach to climb;
through thorn and thistle,
moving higher, higher still,
until I reach that azure sky.
However---
Once I'm staring at it
I feel it's just not true.
Thinking hard on the challenge
I dig up through cloud and heaven,
and continue on my way...
Because you taught me to.
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
He was lost
On the sea
Of exhaust
He was tossed
From his own mind
Because of his home life
He thought
He would never be found
After all, It was his fault
Until someone talked
Telling him how to heal his wound
He was shocked
Because someone knocked
And found
A lost child
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
Those with melting skin
Running after me though
Years ago I’d been
Crumbling with them in the snow
They want my life
And my freedom to thrive
But though it’s rife
Some nights I dive
Into fields of frost
Burning all I am
Where I choke on exhaust
Where I’m overran.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
Home alone
Nothing left
Overdrawn
Dumping lawn
Itching
Like a stiching dorn
Nothing to seal
Up till dawn
Not to yawn
But to feel
Newly born
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
You blossomed like a rose
Then your petals shrived
Because nobody knows
The pain you have handled
Quick and tidy
Their requests are quite tiring
The emotions you're hiding
The levels can be quite frightening
A quick breath of mild air
You feel you're on the road to nowhere
A sharp second of a cold glare
You feel you're stuck in the same dark layer
Tomorrow you'll wake
To fight another day
Among those who are a storm
To the end, you'll find your way
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
You need not visit right now.
For I wish to stay wide awake
In the arms of my loved one.
And if you were to exhaust me,
I would have to retreat to my own bed.
So please, let me enjoy this.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
This
isn't
how
things
should
go:
a slow exhaust
from the efforts
of holding on,
to existing outside
the pages of history.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
The gophers came out of the ground today
and whispered in my ear
"the earth is not well, the dirt, it smells
we're, all living in fear"
The dolphins swam to the shore today
and chirped this, unto me
"the ocean is full of pollution, and plastics
tell us how O how, can this be?"
The birds in the trees said this to me
as I was walking the wood and the wild
"the air is vile, turning the dial
our time on this earth now defiled"
We'll pay up the piper
and sum up the cost
shooing alway all of the flies
all that was lost
by human exhaust
everywhere and
everything
dies
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
Have you ever fallen in love?
It feels like you're starving
and so full
of light.
Like you're dying
but you're living
inside.
Thank God,
I found My One
That night.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
You say,
The waterfall turns bright green when enlightened
By a single tear that whisp away in the ambience of what
The future could bring, but don't go chasing it,
You say,
When you walk you feel the spirits crumble beneath your feet
And dissolve into dust , you were never good with trust ,
Plus you're antisocial , I am too so thats a plus,
As well as, your fascination with roots,
To ground they lie, plants never tell the truth , doing good
For peoples stomachs and tummys laying down cognition,
In this position, cris cross , Apple sauce,
The taste is so familiar just be glad it's not exhaust,
Winds blow clean Through these trees,
Are you gonna say anything else? Or have said enough?
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
An Aunt and a Nephew on an adventure to explore
It all happened at the Macy’s Herald Square Store
It was the marquee eyes and yellow buses that caught the attention in a little fellow being wise
As a tot, I picked up the yellow bus
I had to have the bus being a must
My Aunt saw the bus in my hand
She told me to put back at her command
But a tot determined to get the bus became my demand
I made such a fuss for that bus
My Aunt was forced to buy the yellow school bus
My persuasion in maneuver became a must
My passion for any bus became my reality with no fuss
Buses have become my hobby from that start
I have a complete 2,000 Bus collection in making my mark
From the start of the engine to the movement with exhaust
A bus hobby I love
The structure and wheels I think of
From a bus pioneers point of view
Here is a more detailed clue
My apartment is a like a bus collector’s paradise
Each bus I have represent themselves
Yes, they fit quite comfortably on the shelves
But it’s Greyhound ahead on the mount
I have so many busses you simply can’t count
It’s my Greyhound glass stretched hound
It doesn’t make a sound
However it stands on my bookshelf being sturdy bound
Buses have become what I missed
I don’t intend to ever dis
My buses have become my catch
They are my assortments like a batch
My buses are just for fun, but everlasting as the shining sun.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC