"crumby" poems
By Arcassin B & Lexi
:::AB:::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
::::Lexi::::
it disappoints me how such ugly words, can taint the beauty standing before me,
such gorgeousness caused butterflies to flutter at the bellows of my stomach...
but to my surprise,w poison butterflies fall from your lips as gold stares into my eyes
why does your tongue allow such ugly words to fall from it..
your beauty tends to blind other people from processing what you just said, but i hear everything,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::AB:::
Just be sure you don't take anything,
Before you go,
Although parting is such sweet sorrow,
It can't be enough i its bitter,
Worms through the apples,
Your sinister look,
And falling clouds,
Have no effect on me,
I've written enough just know,
You'd mind control me,
Or at least try to,
Crumby attitudes,
O I hate to see a smile turn evil,
Like Connors boot,
Mud filled,
I underestimated you,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::Lexi:::
Underestimated how your lips could give a heart such warmth, yet your words always seem to send a chill through my bones
The way you'd wipe discrete tears from my face and make me laugh
Sometimes made me forget
You're the one that caused them,
How dare you part your lips and ****** such spiteful words against my heart with such pressure?
Youd always seem to manipulate my thoughts, rearrange my mindset or tilt my perspective, and with such tainted I love yous and eyes so full of gold,
:::AB::::
So unusual.....
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
I’m sick of this electric energy
sub ways and motorcars
crumby rain and distraught smiles
empty faces gloom
shadows lurch and hang in dead air
untouched is the love that has collected dust
fallen into the synthetic mist
racing speeds
fast
fast
zoom
and then it ends…
I want that electric energy
To show its impurities
To become raw
To become real
***** braces and zit cream
backwards living and hand sanitizer
***** breast enlargements and diet pills
***** not smiling
Afraid to appear too forward
***** smiling because you’re afraid people will think you’re negative
Afraid…
Afraid of what?
Just hold onto yourself and do as you please
Simply because you enjoy It, because it sparks you on fire igniting your passions
Feel the rain
Let it fall onto your skin
Free of products
Free your skin from these creations
Made by man
Man craving more and more
Greed and hunger
Do not feed that man
Let him
Embrace
The level he is at
Let him learn to feel satisfaction
And how it works in opposition
The more you feed the hungrier you get
Let that rain penetrate deep inside of you
Notice the nature
The beauty
Close your eyes
And stop
Nothing is anything
And nothing is everything
Don’t be locked in chains your whole life
Only you hold the key
Forget the ideas
That made you feel
Anything but yourself
And remember
The wisdom you gained from hardships
Negativity is a sinking boat
Hold onto that flying power with positive thoughts and creations
Let your spirit soar high racing through the clouds let you become you
And please
Forget
That electric energy
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
By Arcassin B & Lexi
:::AB:::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
::::Lexi::::
it disappoints me how such ugly words, can taint the beauty standing before me,
such gorgeousness caused butterflies to flutter at the bellows of my stomach...
but to my surprise,w poison butterflies fall from your lips as gold stares into my eyes
why does your tongue allow such ugly words to fall from it..
your beauty tends to blind other people from processing what you just said, but i hear everything,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::AB:::
Just be sure you don't take anything,
Before you go,
Although parting is such sweet sorrow,
It can't be enough i its bitter,
Worms through the apples,
Your sinister look,
And falling clouds,
Have no effect on me,
I've written enough just know,
You'd mind control me,
Or at least try to,
Crumby attitudes,
O I hate to see a smile turn evil,
Like Connors boot,
Mud filled,
I underestimated you,
::::AB::::
Pretty colors,
making no sense at all,
wind flowing through your hair,
Its already bad enough to even fall,
:::Lexi:::
Underestimated how your lips could give a heart such warmth, yet your words always seem to send a chill through my bones
The way you'd wipe discrete tears from my face and make me laugh
Sometimes made me forget
You're the one that caused them,
How dare you part your lips and ****** such spiteful words against my heart with such pressure?
Youd always seem to manipulate my thoughts, rearrange my mindset or tilt my perspective, and with such tainted I love yous and eyes so full of gold,
:::AB::::
So unusual.....
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
Let's talk about that dreaded subject that students hate and probably wish wasn't real. Let's talk about School.
I don't understand it.
We sit in a boring room for six or more hours and 'learn' about stuff that most of us won't use when we're finished. Then, to make it all worse; they decide to test us. A couple letters to define us. They split us off into A's and F's, like it's a label. Like it matters, but it doesn't. Oh, **** it doesn't.
I know what you're thinking; "Oh, you're just a teenager. You're just lazy and don't understand." Yeah, I may be a teenager, but I still have the ability to realize when my time is being wasted. I don't want my time to be wasted. I've spent more of my life in a crumby, stuffy school room than with my family.
The education system is flawed and I'm not the only one who sees it.
I want to direct you to a video on Youtube titled "Don't Stay In School." uploaded by a Youtuber by the name of BoyInABand.
Listen to it. Listen to the whole thing and then tell me if you think the education system is perfectly fine because news flash, it's not.
Now I'll direct you to another video; "I Will Not Let An Exam Result Decide My Fate" by Suli Breaks. Listen to it.
School isn't about learning anymore. It's about passing.
What about the kids who can't memorize formulas and specific dates? Should we just sit there and fail? No, because we're not learning. And, sure, teachers will tell you to get a tutor or go to them for extra help, but most of the time it never works. At least not for me.
I can't memorize for **** so I suffer.
You don't need to go to school to get an education.
The way I see it? School is school. If you want to go to school then that's cool, but don't **** on the people who dropout of school.
You know that little, interesting yet surprisingly weird website called Tumblr and the founder; David Karp. He dropped out of high school and look where he is now.
Don't knock down the players just because they don't understand the game.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
When I tell you that you scare me
I want you to take it as the biggest compliment
That I could possibly give you.
Because people who come and go
Who just scratch the surface and leave
Are easy to deal with.
They don’t make me believe that if I cry hard enough
All the bad will be washed away
They dont make me want to kiss them for the feeling of
Time passing and not regretting one second of it.
They dont make me fall apart like
A crumby piece of cake squished by a toddlers hand
They dont make me laugh until you cant even hear
My sound let alone my words
They just don’t make me feel anything.
So when I tell you that you scare me
Its because you make me feel things in extremes.
Its because I know that there is no possible way
That I can get out of this and not be changed
I will never be able to go back to the person I used to be
Because you wont scratch the surface
You will break me, and scatter me into a million different pieces
And maybe thats why you scare me so much
Because you make it seem okay
To not be a whole
And just be pieces of undetermined fate.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
7. [Let this be a gift, my lover not met]
Let this be a gift, my lover not met
This shaky sonnet of weak, boyish hands
With eyes that gaze and trembling mind beset
I live up the dream, stupidly make plans
Await as your gentle brown hair flits by
Marvel the saccharine scent of your air
Contrite by the mind bewitching my eye
Guilty for my presence in yours, unfair
Your lithe little hands in my crumby own
And cute red lips pursed with naïveté
Pouring out poetry like pregnant tomes
And you’re wisdom abundant, be it may
Be you different with quirk, an odd one please
And I’ll always be the one who n’er flees.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
How is it that I long for something I already possess?
I feel an orphan, though I lack not
my emotions feel imposter
like those of true loss,
my heart aches for more than a shadow
moreover, I carry the guilt of this pang
with knowledge of those who carry authentic sorrow
I ask the question.
Is bruised fruit better than nil?
Is bread, molded and crumby, better than none at all?
I know you love me, but do you enjoy me?
obligation does not breed true affection.
dutiful acceptance falls short
I long for a genuine, tangible love
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
4/16/2019
Closed off to the world,
That’s where I’m secure.
Terrified; so up I’ve curled,
Perhaps, this way I will endure.
I fear the unknown,
How can I face it?
I try to argue on my own,
But will the judge acquit?
I am comfortable,
Is that so wrong?
You call me a vegetable,
I resemble that, so I belong.
Can I bridge the gap between?
Is it getting nearer or farther?
I’ll just sit – observe the scene,
Change? What’s the bother?
In the past, this or that,
Not what I thought it’d be.
I can’t stand their chit-chat,
Talking always turns out crumby.
Who predicts the future?
None but God alone.
So I sit here in a stupor,
Apathy – now full-blown.
If I can’t know what to expect,
I might as well not do anything.
Of this – guilty – a viable suspect.
My uselessness: like a napkin ring.
If I venture into newness,
Evil surely awaits.
Positive outcomes in fewness,
I only see dire straits.
Let the world leave me in the dust,
You’ll see if I care!
It’s always been so prejudiced.
As long as I’m happy, that’s fair.
I’ll stay here and be constant,
I’ll let others make mistakes.
Fail? I’m too important.
I mean, for goodness sakes!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can’t just end this here,
That was me in the past.
My pride – nothing dared interfere.
But God did, the obstacle passed.
I’ve learned more about losing,
I’ve lost more than I’m winning.
My victories, all by God’s choosing,
My choices are all towards learning.
You could me on quote, this:
“I had pride in my humility,”
A contradiction I always miss.
I focus now on vulnerability.
Because when I choose,
To choose spontaneity,
A boring life it eschews.
Abundant life, takes responsibility.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
you like to drop, me, a, few, words,
from time-to-time
justwhenI'monaroll
{432 hours
with\out a thought of you}
as. if. you. knew.
& you'll say how
you miss me //inside you\\
wine & words
read _ ing _ a _ loud
you crouched^on^the^step^stool
while i cooked the food
¡remember¡ how you took
me in that tiny room?
against-those-cool
lemon-tiles-----
jeans/in/a/pile
my hands in your hair
{can't seem to part with those
crumby dish towels}
iwonderifyoudig
how. you. dig. in.
un _ der _ my _ skin
only. to. go. silent;again
& I'M stuck on some °mem°o°ry°
of the >girl >i > once >knew
too blind to [really] see
the PuZZling PieCes of ₩e
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC