"flustering" poems
By Arcassin Burnham
Flustering hair in the wind,
Better than sitting around getting high all day,
Red lipstick on the lips,
You look so divine,
The females like it when I know everything about them,
That sparkle when you smile,
The rise of a brow when your excited,
Hide your face in your palms when your shy,
Things in this world couldn't be any more artist,
Even your features inspire me to draw 250 different blue and pink butterflies,
Monday through Friday I see your stress,
You say ,
I pull you from that reality,
Guess you needed someone smart to tell you the truth and all this mess,
I can just see them flying now......
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Your eyes are sockets of disapproval
My eyes are sunk in their reticence
Would I be the flustering morning sun?
No I'm not, I only break the dawn
When, creeping from my slothing insolence
I enter the world afresh to some harried call
A new day stretching my body from contortion
To a slumbered, slouched hunch
With bags afrenzy under these eyes that stare back
Are portals to my soul, which is also empty
Reflections of woeful, haggard dejection
Which, in my mind's eye, which is yours,
Give me call to curl back to my hibernation
To recede like my own vacant eyes do,
To my seat of morose repose
Senseless, as I stare thickly into space
Beholding my dreams strewn before me
As I curl away from them, and they seem ever reachable
Moments ago, I used to speak to myself
A mutterance for the day's outlook
Something to find a more suitable reflection
Waiting for me at the day's end
A worldly philosophy, or mind set proposal
But a strange shame spoke back at me,
As I perceived my speaking of these words
That with each day's turn only mildly echoed
As I turned from monotony with each night
To mediocrity of passionless habit
With a pinch of thought each glance conjures
I look upon myself in years,
My futile vision, my rampant egoism
With which the twinkling eye discerns me
At my now stage, and with
Reassuring confidence tells me not to change
As with time's growth will I become you
But blink and I return to forever
For without vigor and drive will this image
Imprint and stagnate its glare upon this glass
My eternal face, my motiveless eyes
Which so piteously transfix themselves on wonder
But turn up only rubble and soil
Now, I turn in disgust, relinquishing my desires
And, turning to the hour, feel slowly
The weight of each second's thunder
Crash upon my shoulders as it is snatched from me
And now I must not lounge through this new morn
I must not lessen with the tide
What I have stored up in greatness
But instead find the key to my ghostly heart
Bring myself back,
Forward into each new life
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 11:09 AM UTC
.
So many ****** birds,
Grey, brown and black,
Suited as they sully in sun,
In feather and windy-speak
And dream, drifting to profit
Points, marring the globe,
They have so many ways
Of singing on their swings
Behind bars, murky birdies,
Gawking in the crowded fields,
Fielding, flighty questions without
Answer, winging all souls to oblivion,
Who fly, flustering, dusting with song
Twisting the air into pure falsehoods,
Curious, grounded pets for kingdoms,
For masters, fly-hoping in their cages.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
hard soft i'm large and groaning a fit of plastered excellence in my ambrosia fountain of giggling fornication this city is grandly exalting and flustering mightily incense of femmes du *** who art graciously ******* with a their boisterous choir of laughing *** or the men groping seriously their frail fair trackmarked beauty and they finger their air and lush and spit gratuitously their eyes upon their *******
and they like to laugh with their haughty whorish
breath a longing barely chained loosed slowly in splattering
abscesses of lust
; asinine men go and plead sourly your heads in thighs sweating
anorexic *** your Are
is
just
cosmic
lice
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 10:50 AM UTC
It hurts to understand the notion,
you are free in ever motion.
I find fault in disillusion,
yet I fall,
and fall again.
Success is a driving,
flustering factor;
My life is hell without it.
Your ordeal I cannot reach,
nor analyze,
nor evaluate.
So I fall,
and fall again.
I'm not a lover anymore,
fighting is my mantra.
The energy I prosper in is of perpetual defense,
because of what I've done to myself.
Being a poet I should understand,
that I have problems as well as everyone else.
Yet I can't but help to let apathy,
possess me again,
and again.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
.
So many ****** birds,
Grey, brown and black,
Suited as they sully in sun,
In feather and windy-speak
And dream, drifting to profit
Points, marring the globe,
They have so many ways
Of singing on their swings
Behind bars, murky birdies,
Gawking in the crowded fields,
Fielding, flighty questions without
Answer, winging all souls to oblivion,
Who fly, flustering, dusting with song
Twisting the air into pure falsehoods,
Curious, grounded pets for kingdoms,
For masters, fly-hoping in their cages.
.
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 1:41 PM UTC
Cursing the crap cluttered coats hanging in their rigor-mortis regiments
only to fall to the floor again
and again.
I cannot speak to insufferable sirens but suffer alone instead
Crying into the soft white bread and texting tormentedly
Lost is everything insignificant that I desperately require
Gone is the fear of Sugared words: 'you're fired'
Leaving for more clustered, flustering days
that fade to an unreachable haze
I sit inside time, it taunts my heart
flashing past in joy and in bordem refusing to part
Decisions must be decided and lessons must be learnt
as I shall push myself, but this should hurt more,
More shoved into my core
which trembles flabbily inches from the floor.
Do not question me
Do not inquire
Just provide me with the life i desire.
Forgive my childishness and ranting scrawl.
But i'm tired, and I only see days before a fall
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC
Antrorse are these two stretched hands! Parched unto the atmosphere, colorful stratosphere dimmed, yet not darkened yet!
Burgonet feelings are quite openly. Outspokingly disgraceful. Some wear marvels, others turned disgraceful.. How distasteful!!!
Burlap past times and I'm still knitted in, wherein memories are the remembrance of a past who maketh thou to be thou. Buskin druid....
Flustering is soo highly overtaken, for thine innards goes outdated, as prayers are daily struggles. Mixed and ruffled, as the freckles to ones current displace..
Foxfire flame can be seen in hidden oaks, wherein thou art clogged by forest smoke, yet/ made by thine own destructions... Rich haveth luncheons, as schooltime sells cheap embargo's!!!renew tomorrow!!!!
Icterus slumbering dots have taken the whole!!!while t.v rots thy soul, the news comes day in day out!!! All the same but worse!!!!battle dispersed!!!
Indign I am to past the pearly gates! For to early or to late, its better to make it in than not!!!!
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
He see’s the way she looks at me
Her eye's full of sin
A sin that is nice to me
He wants her so
He lust’s to feel her touch
Don't know how to feel
Feelings flustering around, like a poetic soul
He can't help but to enjoy her
He dream’s to have her in my arms
One day I hope to
Feel her love
She means everything to me
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
Solitude of the mind comes so naturally.
A moment of quiet begins peace and please.
A ground which confirms sanity.
Reassuring our thoughts they are still at ease.
A meditation that dances delicately,
Floating in ways more than comforting.
A release from daily cluster and tragedy,
For foil that stains peace of mind and wont let me sleep.
But a moment of solitude and just watch me sink,
Into cushions of daydreams,
A pleasure so sweet,
Sliding further into that feeling of peace.
Gliding endlessly,
So spiritual, so deep.
Until the only thought left flustering,
Is complete and utter sleep.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
Maybe hope is just an illusion,
a mirage,
which prevents us from seeing the reality,
fooling us to believe that its actually there,
fooling us to believe that it'll actually help,
but it's all a lie,
a lie so white,
as if like snow,
that falls on you,
giving you a glimpse of happiness,
just a tick of satisfaction,
but soon it melts,
drowning you in a puddle,
a puddle of fake hope and expectations,
a puddle of fake happiness and flustering sensations.
And that is when you'll realize,
that hope is nothing but a clean white lie.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
My mind got wrapped into a spell
Entwisted by two hands
And slowly, my resistance fell
Into a man’s presence
My toughts began to twist and spin
Into thin fingers touch
And faster, I’m entangling
Into a frantic clutch
Out of two dark, abyssal eyne
I drew new force and energy
And realised I can’t decline
A kind of curiousity
And fled myself into a vibe
Both flustering and soothing
Until I found myself beside
A control I confide
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
Fumbling forth frantically,
From the far off fort of the firmament,
Forever feeling its flustering frolic,
From far before fragmented futility flew,
Figments fetched from fascination,
Fears fall foul at this fatiloquist,
Figs fumble for flight,
From the fixation of the wind.
Heaving his howling hush,
Humming his hectic harmony,
Hems of haste heading home,
Humbles me as his host,
Helps with his honored honesty,
Holds high in this,
The hovering hood of the wind.
Shouting sheer shalom,
Shoves shadows, shielding me as a shroud,
Shivers stretch from the showering stratosphere,
Somber shoulders suddenly soar,
Shirt flutters, from the shreds of the wind.
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 6:45 AM UTC
I am here alive flustering
in the aroma of abusive fathers
abused mothers
of one night stands with someone’s name
you can’t recall
With a cigarette between my teeth
i remind myself
its to kick a bad habit
you are a bad habit
i’ve felt my skin cells relapse
underneath your touch
I’ve felt them sob in sobriety
often found with a glass in
my grasp i continue to
drink my liver
lucid of any transparency
because there are no
stutters in your stride
and no stammers in your sentences
for christs sake
i hear your laughter echoing in the hallways
my ears are bleeding
and my cup has gone dry darling
i can’t seem to stand
because your goodbye knocked out my knee caps
and this sobriety will **** me if I come back.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
God peers down from towering heights
at the lawless land covered in the soot
of an anarchy so fine
Where dirt and dust
replace oceans of skin
Where smoke and ash
scoff at crystal skies
Where corpses in sheets
line asphalt roads
And musical men strike weary chords
in alleys wet with voiceless bards
Will death be proud to call broken names
while hungry vandals raze bleeding hills
Fear not this time
for there’s proof enough
that you will stand agape at the smoky forests
of concrete trees
in this flustering night
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Antrorse are these two stretched hands! Parched unto the atmosphere, colorful stratosphere dimmed, yet not darkened yet!
Burgonet feelings are quite openly. Outspokingly disgraceful. Some wear marvels, others turned disgraceful.. How distasteful!!!
Burlap past times and I'm still knitted in, wherein memories are the remembrance of a past who maketh thou to be thou. Buskin druid....
Flustering is soo highly overtaken, for thine innards goes outdated, as prayers are daily struggles. Mixed and ruffled, as the freckles to ones current displace..
Foxfire flame can be seen in hidden oaks, wherein thou art clogged by forest smoke, yet/ made by thine own destructions... Rich haveth luncheons, as schooltime sells cheap embargo's!!!renew tomorrow!!!!
Icterus slumbering dots have taken the whole!!!while t.v rots thy soul, the news comes day in day out!!! All the same but worse!!!!battle dispersed!!!
Indign I am to past the pearly gates! For to early or to late, its better to make it in than not!!!!!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
Before you,
I never sung in the shower or swayed my hips to my favorite songs.
I never knew what waking up with my lips curved felt like.
You turn my thoughts into something that resembles a Salvador Dali painting and my words into a flustering bustle of syllables.
Before you,
Everything seemed like a balancing tight rope act that I always seemed to fail and fall.
I kept thinking about you being betrayed by those before me and I will never understand
because nobody could ever compare to you.
And I still remember the first night I talked to you and I promised myself I would never let you go
even if everything fades or ends abruptly,
I will still have you forever on my paper in my favorite poems.
The human heart is a very tricky thing and the past has proven that most things aren't easy
but, you come so naturally. Every word I write about you flows out so easily despite the fact I will only ever always barely touch the surface when it comes to how magnificent you are. I will forever try to expand my vocabulary in search of the correct words to describe you.
Before you,
my notebook pages filled up to the brim with skeletons from my closet and ghosts from my past but they have since been replaced with embarrassing doodled hearts and words that no longer leave me preoccupied with loneliness.
There were so many before you,
some I only glanced at in crowded rooms and some I tightly held hands with,
but none of them look like you do in a crowded room
and none of their hands felt like yours
and they never will.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
I haven't fallen
Yet to rise it seems
Im crawling in and out of breath
Testing the limits of your life and my death
Subjectively defying the gravity, that we lie in-between
Screaming for a better way to stay clean,
From all the lies that you meant to say
Just doubt melting from your face
Laced with despair, and sorrow
Borrowing my heart, discarding the lies you gave to start, with
Understanding half of what it is, depends on which truth decides to win
Bringing more pain, and anguish
Flustering failed attempts at love
Shoved aside like a lonely lion cub
Begging for mercy as the night breaks the awareness, surrounded by the rest
Protecting more that just her heart from the mournfulness of death
So sleep softly my child
For the light isn’t the only thing that shines in the wild
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
.
So many ****** birds,
Grey, brown and black,
Suited as they sully in sun,
In feather and windy-speak
And dream, drifting to profit
Points, marring the globe,
They have so many ways
Of singing on their swings
Behind bars, murky birdies,
Gawking in the crowded fields,
Fielding, flighty questions without
Answer, winging all souls to oblivion,
Who fly, flustering, dusting with song
Twisting the air into pure falsehoods,
Curious, grounded pets for kingdoms,
For masters, fly-hoping in their cages.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
This boy lying in between my sheets
has a body like a ****** nose. If it
were up to me his teeth would be bruised,
but instead his shins are covered in broken
thunder. Last night lying next to him was dark
as damp childhood hair (from getting out
of the pool, from just learning how to swim, from just
learning how to feel ashamed of my body, all
wet like fresh lips). Last night was so dark I had
to hold my breath: held it for 7 seconds before
I yelped for air.
This boy is not mine. This boy
is like somebody else’s death: he is hardly with me.
This boy sits still and cross-legged in between
my sheets like a black crab. He looks all skewed
and crooked, all out of place. When he touches me
I kick him, my legs flustering out and then recoiling
back in like dying ancestors.
Lately it’s felt like I’m dying over and over again,
like I am dying with him. This morning I wait
for him to leave, and then to die, and then to wake up
again, spring up like small new gravestones.
Every boy I have ever loved has killed himself.
Murmur the word “suicide” to me before I sleep
and I will dream about the days when I used to feel
dizzy, always, when I used to faint, always, when
I used to peck at my mosquito bites, always.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
When do star-shaped smiles
and firework eyes
stop sparking flames
while everybody spies
Aching, madly
we chase victory
in a fool's battle
of attention,
attraction strikes fast
in the flustering heat
Shiver
when the cold ignites,
attacking discomfort
with chilling nights
so we long even more
Summer keeps us gazing
inside our minds and out
It hurts
we are all blind,
lying ******
on star littered ground
because the truth is
pupils fire bullets
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
My Silence is so loud
Bad thoughts stuffing my head with black clouds
A storm is brewing
Anger, anguish, and agony is spewing
The wind of despair is blustering
All my happiness and blissfulness is flustering
Why is silence louder than thunder
My whole body is starting to shudder
Bolts of Lightening full of my blunder
Are causing me to flounder
My silence is so loud I can not abstain
This is no summer rain
It’s a tropical storm
A typhoon full of pass sins and sorrow is starting to form
I can’t take any more
Please sun come out I can’t handle this brain storm
My silence is too loud
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Your stare.
Unfathomable.
Flustering my mind with your fleeting look.
My whole world, distracted by your presence.
Tempting me to reveal my heart’s desires.
But I should look away,
as it is the only cure for a shattered fantasy.
I shouldn’t fail to remember
~ I cannot have you.
So I’ll just walk away and leave with a happy sigh.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
bring in the party, bring in the arbitration
how else can a silhouette on her back not tarry?
bring in the secluded, request for you to connect
to her, slowly
believes only you
nothing surrounding will pay mind
nothing surrounding you
this line that you're tracing
is one stitched parallel for many
the edges, the lengths, flustering
I hope the terrors are concealed by my love
my love, love is the volatile scope of fiction
a façade to cling to when all is wrong
you come alive with pages and crooked fingers
can't you realise I'm fine?
the hazards of implying any lack of strength
just to blank on your birthday,
nothing surrounding
-c.j.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC