#fails
If I Knew The Answer To That,
yet He hints pro-lifically pro-digiously,
for after all, the Creator is a
pro,
who
gives us tools, the wherewithal,
to choose to use to lose with griev’us neglect,
not she, Jenny, she looks the window pained,
since the trees yellowing before winter’s
death dyeing, but not denying, therein,
within lies seeded hope of our own,
resurrection, the empty denuded branches
point accusingly heavenwards, j’accuse, j’accuse,
but the Lord he knows this dance far too well,
and feed the soil damp loving, so his nature’d colors,
yet may dance upon the water table, and
all the ‘plaints, once again for gotten, are
now spent, re-fund-ed
and the smile upon the words that J. will sprout,
come spring, so apt a season named, that the mind
t’is, must* be awaiting for those boiling brooks,
heralding within those sounds of rushing, are the
necessary words the,
Lord has harvested, and fruited, awaiting the keenness
of her eyes, to pick and gentle, then re~plant,
tender tend, harvest, and feed us her feast in language,
of all that her eyes have seen, that we blithely amiss,
and that her tongue doth
feeds our souls, all of us daily,
and this day too,
<nml>*
November 8, 2025,
or as her wont,
VIII/XI/MMXXV
<nml>
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 8:11 AM UTC
Now.
I am so tired.
Now.
I want to sleep.
Now.
I am so sick of it.
Now.
Let me just sleep.
Now.
And never wake up.
But.
I think that I am cursed.
And.
I am dead already.
Now.
I live in a hell.
And.
Hell is a brazenly lonely place.
Just.
Let me sleep forever.
I fear immortality.
I am already so lonely.
I shall be lonelier after some decades.
My parents are not here for forever.
And humanity is so selfish.
People are so self-centered.
They don't care about others.
They just exact their selfish aims.
They bed people casually.
Why.
They just **** and forget.
Why.
Won't they have to love?
Never.
Why?
Because someone broke them.
How?
Someone shattered their heart.
So?
Now it's a chain reaction.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
Can I love him like I love you? The men now want to be the child. Unfortunatelyourtunitly, the men are use to bring taken care of. It's just not what a real lady wants. I want a grown man..someone that makes sure that I know that they are there. Make sure that I'm okay..that I have what I need. Not that a man doesn't have feelings because we know that they do. But if I'm the weaker vessels why I'm I catering to you. It's your job to be the back bone. Sure there are some people that want to play reverse rolls. I'm not them not do I want to be. People speak about women's rights. I have the right to be respected and speak as I need and have my mans back. Yet, I need my man to be a man. Teach him all of the good that you are. That way I can love him like I love you❤.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
Loose your footing,
stumble around.
Waving your arms around,
trying to find a light.
Cut your arm on the fence,
stub your toe on a rock.
There is pain in this horrible and blind society,
that we don't know just yet.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
can you hear me yet?
the song that plays on in my heart doesn't seem to be the same melody
it used to be so happy and light
now all i feel is water crashing over my hear
i'm sinking
i'm screaming
crying out for your affection yet you turn your back again
your only hear for a little while then you leave
i wish you heard my cry
i wish you could feel what i'm feeling
save me
don't let go
because i cant
turn around
hear me for the last time
i love you
but you love her
you hear her
i'm can't be there anymore
goodbye my last love
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Everglade, Everglade,
Positivity won't prosper as long as the negative comes first,
Put your lives on the line for some cheddar to know in the end that it will hurt,
People place many scars all on their back after learning what their friends just went through,
Nobody knows your true feelings but you, bitch you aint see through,
You'll be you foreverglade,
Refrigerated your heart for giving reason,
Cry about the same **** everyday and every season,
Let the little things you love just fly you away to a place where the demons can't
Catch or call on your name,
You shouldn't give up on the faith for no reason, Everglade,
Let me put it in words you understand,
I'm not in a competition with no man,
The overly passive aggressive teams fails,
And just all hail to the righteous man,
The men that fight for families and knows to take a stand,
Not a bully that hangs you up from by your pants,
Lifes too complicated, I just can not brand,
Everglade, Everglade.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Oh how conveniently I often fail,
But not that my arms I do not flail.
Neither that soldier spirit ebbs away,
Nor this fighting spirit will ever sway.
What is wrong with my health,
Why all my systems get derailed.
Have I not lost so much of wealth,
How I avoid this approaching death.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
Me, being an American
not democrat, or republican
when answering polls
elusive my goals
and leaving the toll, to historians
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
sometimes
the heart
well it fails
not for lack of trying
more an improper belonging
or not belonging
although it always knew
the pain
it was a clue
love is a fool
filled with hope
but left alone
unlike the mind
that strengthens in solitude
hidden behind the eyes
in the cavity of a cage
the heart
it waits
and rots away
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 4:39 AM UTC
*I'm heartbroken, helpless,
Looking for a sliver of hope.
You were careless and clueless,
Leaving a **** upon my weary heart.
You stretched my mind far too thin,
Branding a languishing symbol on my willpower;
You are the torrential torment I live with.
All my sacrifices mummified my heart,
Withered and locked away, entombed within.
And you crushed my throat with your stiletto heel.
The wounds you cleaved bled through to my soul.
All the king's horses and all the king's men,
Couldn't put Jack together again;
Leaving a hole in my core being.
So now as I'm questioning my loyalty to you,
Pouring the kerosene on the rope bridge we built.
I also question the love of my Father,
If He notices my suffering.*
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
Friendship is like a diamond there
are flaws but if polished right it shines.
But then there are those that are glass,
and when dropped they shatter never to rebuilt.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
Stale blood running,
every dream failing;
Here I am, not willing to hide,
the beast that's inside.
that girl? harm her;
that old man? suffocate him;
that child? **** him;
that woman? take her baby;
that flower? pluck it;
that tree? chop it;
taking over the world,
greatest man till I'm old,
everyone alive fearing me,
all I can do if the demons please.
brighten up your lights,
the sins will take flights,
it's not upto your fate,
c'mon, it's not that late.
that girl,
she has the cure for your disease;
that old man,
he holds your biggest secret;
that child,
he is the happiness to all your sadness;
that woman,
she has the womb in which you lived for 9 months;
that flower,
it's meant to be in your wedding bouquet;
that tree,
it supports a swing which your child plays.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
well I wonder on these late nights
if you stay up for no reason like I do
and then find your mind wander to me
and wonder what you are doing
I got asked who I loved today
my response was that I used to love you
but love never fails
well if that's true it's not
cause it was love
I always think about what you could be doing
or think about how it's going
nobody ever tells me the truth about u
only alright and fine
along with "he's hanging in there"
you make it hard cause I don't know if I will be able to fall in love for a year or two
or maybe eternity
but I can't help but compare
but then again I know I deserve better than what u gave me
but because I've only been in love once <with you> and so I don't have anyone else to compare with
but at least I'll know when it comes next that it's love
so I'll thank you
I'll know because what we had was reality
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
I measured what you could do with me,
what I thought you could do,
and I was right,
for most of it was true.
I practiced my math,
made a's and a's and b's,
I calculated your words,
tried sifting through their meaning,
I typed them up,
but my heart was just dreaming.
I practiced my grammar,
to tell you how I felt,
but you had already left.
I do my math now,
but I make c's and c's and f's.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
If love fails you, don’t hate it. Instead, thank it for giving you laughs, tears, goodnight texts, and dates on Saturdays
- when you were supposed to be alone in your kitchen, chopping an ugly potato that looks lonelier than you could have been
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
Do you ever get ideas...
Really big ideas
Huge ideas
And they never turn out right
You always end up dissapointed
Either you fail
Or someone else fails
And it all falls apart
My really big ideas never turn out right
and it always leaves me sad
Unbearly so
That's why I end up so sad all the time
One day I'll fall in love with my huge idea
And when it doesn't work out
It will be the end of me
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
I'm firing a canon in D.
D for dastardly lullaby.
I dare not the tale
of the other six fails.
My pipes will wail
in the seventh sea's gale,
I search for the white whale.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
when arms fails to reach
hug them with your prayers.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
A person that knows who you truly are.
How can one define a term such as a ‘true friend’?
What does it mean to have a true friend?
People cheat, lie, and betray thus my true friend could do the same
Does a friend always stand at my side and hold me up?
Will that one true friend truly listen to my every petition?
People make mistakes and fail to meet expectations.
Will this true friend help heal the scars in my heart?
Will this friend be willing to fix me when I am broken?
A person is human and does not comprehend every one of your needs.
But I can say that a true friend is one that sits beside you;
Even when he cannot understand you.
He may commit mistakes but is not afraid to apologize,
That has a genuine desire to hear your broken soul and work through it with you;
Rejoices when he hears about your exploits and adventures;
Laughs when you fall but gives you a hand to get back on your feet,
That plots and plans with you how to conquer another guy’s heart,
And most important than all will forgive you when you hurt him.
That is how I know who is My True Friend.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
I put pen to paper as I try to express my emotions.
I put blade to skin as I try to draw my pain .
I scream and shout as though life would look back and give me another chance.
After relentless echoes of my piercing wail I start to do my ***** laundry on the streets. Society glares at me with utter disgust.
What they see is a figure who does not belong.
I am a man in a foreign place, a foreign object I suppose.
Like a speck of dust I cling onto the open space..
May be someday I might belong somewhere, anywhere but here.
Because this place refused my ***** laundry.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
My head falls deep into
Her shoulders, gently,
As she would not need to nudge.
My Arm finds its place around her back,
Stalking in good terms,
I lean and feel receptive touch.
I feel as though
My approach was out of place.
My hand throttles back, firmly, But in fluid grace.
I put it out in winter soft,
That she might not resort to sob.
I prepare to leave my seat as if told,
Remarking her that it was out of love
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC