"keyword" poems
By Arcassin Burnham
At times, when times,
When I fight beside the people I wanna trust it ends bad.
Making rumors,
rumors that'll make you **** yourself and ruining things that you had.
Quiet and shy, shy now even still incased in the big old brute of a shell.
I've been hurting inside, inside of my mind, lost in this mean matrix,
Can't you tell.
My exes lie beside me, keyword lie,
And I will never trust another girl again.
Filling pieces, pieces of my heart I threw in the trash in desperate dens.
Love is another form, forms of weakness,
Don't you let it all go to your big head.
Lives are on the line , the line of destruction and you feel your life is so dead.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
the freckles on your face correspond with the many invasions of emotions contracting one another like the plans spinning around,
day by day and us
humans
not showing much respect
we sit back worrying
trying to cover up our freckles
our insecurities
while we should be trying to preserve,
yet were so clueless with the results
that we love clueless
we love the outcome
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 4:05 AM UTC
1. A little grin peeks out almost unnoticeable; an introduction, as the letters wax and take shape. Slippery from the thoughts, dripping and solidifying on paper. The wonderland of words has been entered.
2. A silver half of a plate, a yellow half of the nocturnal sun, an inked half of the paper. Imbalanced but semi-complete, words written halfway were still wholely thought of.
3. Midnight's peak is the best time to write. The full moon rises as the keyword is written. Clear as a mirror to reflect the emotion desired.
4. The ink is now running out, with the poem waning. It's coming to a close, growing into farewell's small smile. The process may be ending but the life of the product has just begun.
5. With the final curtain call of clouded skies and emptied minds, the poem is finished. The new moon take its place in the lives of people, invisible to the eye but fully felt with their hearts.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC
Job searches getting me down
I wait a few days and build up expectations of a keyword,
only to be hit with my inexperience in strange computer programs
Secret knowledge, have the behind the curtain research consultants
No one wants to understand a fleeting past
It’s all about what’s profit present
an internet job board is a long look at the priorities of this nouveau world "culture"
The top jobs are in marketing,
turning spy loot into algorithms that explain to magistrates how
the top brands can stay above the clouds
It’s the only way they can look down
My college has a vapid radio commercial
advertising zesty summer programs
- and I thought my prestigious public college
was above that
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
I see you in the halls sometimes
And thoughts go through my head
Memories flash, I'm taken back
Suddenly I'm filled with dread.
It's not some bad memories, no,
It's really only you
I wonder if you remember
Do you remember like I do?
Those talks we had, times we shared
Was it really just a show?
You were my friend, keyword were,
Tell me, why'd you have to go?
I miss you, dear
You're all I got
I know you're gone, and maybe you're glad
Listen dear, just know I'm not.
I lost a friend, a confidant
My very best and all
Just know I still remember
When I see you in the halls.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 4:54 PM UTC
We as people should try our hardest to be our best. Our generation is fading... We are stuck on stupid. Not to be offensive , but yes, we are. We are surrounded by things that eat at our knowledge like vultures on a carcass. Tweeting, Facebooking, Myspacing, and IMing. I admit it, I am a victim of this social crime, but I am beginning to realize that we are not using our brains like those before us had to. What happened to reading and writing? Why do we think we can just do everything on our Iphones now? I know we are now becoming a technological era, but do we really have to do EVERYTHING this way?
Ok. On to the next rant.
Why is it okay for everyone to speak like they have not had any home training? Excuse me, some haven't but, you could at least try to improve yourself. I don't think I'm better than anyone because I have a better vocabulary or even because I was raised to speak with correct grammar and enunciate my words. I do admit I don't speak "proper" all the time; I joke around, but that's the keyword: "joke" I don't care about the idiots that say "Oh, she's 'trying to be white' " I am content with that, even though I'm not trying to be anything but myself. I am content with them saying that because at least I will have an opportunity to do something with my vocabulary and my way of speaking. Maybe some people should try it.
Hmm.. What else?
*Oh! Boy don't let me forget about the "hood" life thing. Okay, "little gangster" , is your "mob" going to help you get a job? Believe me, writing "crip gang" on your job application is NOT going to help you. Those people do not care what hood you are repping when you come in for an interview. They barely care about your name... Get with the program people!! Also, ladies, it is not cute to try to be in a gang or even trying to do "hood" things... LIVE OUTSIDE OF YOUR STEREOTYPE! My black people... some of you, about 59%, are making those stereotypes stick. I am sooo tired of seeing black people gang banging, fighting, killing each other, skipping class, smoking, drinking, getting pregnant, and etc. Come on guys, we are a great nation of people.. We should improve, not get worse. We are already a minority. Our people DIED to get us where we are today. Take advantage of what we have.. Education, rights, freedom(somewhat), and opportunity. Don't blame the whites or Mexicans because you can't get off YOUR *** to do YOUR job. Please...*
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 8:04 PM UTC
Instability.
Keyword: instability.
Mid-May and the room has a blue cold, runny nose, condensation clasping the window like a quiet leech. Through the narrow chinks of my cavern, I can glimpse a computer surrounded by world in peripheral; fish eye vision like religious fervor, I realize life has made a lasting impression on whatever I am.
whatever I am.
Dream fades to life, life fades to dream, some alien language crash landed on Earth and now we all speak English (except, you know, the ten thousand other dialects all branched from the Indo-European earth worm). People like to say that everything changes. Nothing stays the same. Does the fact of change never change? Does that not make constants a possibility, even if only within the Many World Interpretation of Quantum Physics (capitalized! it's a name and 'Quantum Physics' likes playing the smiling subtitle ( :) ) ) now I wasn't in Copenhagen the day a jury of physicists decided on Reality; but I was in Reality (capital R) so I'm sure that counts for something.
They say they don't know who 'they' are; as if a brief allusion to a greater network somehow invalidates the point (but 'they' is the 'you' you decide to ignore; the 'you' composite of influences 'you' simply grew around; 'they' is the part of yourself 'you' keep tucked away comfortably like a newborn child that doesn't know any better).
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
What is life?
Is it a ringing bell?
Or it might be love,
Any way you spell,
Life is not a lonely dark night,
Neither, it is hell,
Have faith, belief, and devotion,
Spread its lovely smell,
Life always gave you chance,
Whenever you fell,
Go for your lovely dreams,
Ignore what they foretell
Love, be a keyword for you,
So do I wish you, well
You got to play a bigger role,
You are not a tiny cell,
Open up, be friendly,
Get out of your shell,
Love is life,
Life is all love, that is how I spell!!
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
I shall try not to believe,
This idea itself gives me relief,
But given my upbringing,
I can not stay isolated for a long time,
and then, Faith is a keyword, Prime !
Yes, few of my own have betrayed me,
Yes, my heart is broke, I am hurt and sad!
At the same time, blaming, the World is Bad !
With every defeat, I learn a lot,
But do I intend to give up? Not !
This society has given me a lot,
Compassion and kindness they've brought !
The people have taught me good and bad,
Without them this vision I never had !
So the best way is to be little more wise,
I still believe by and large, people are nice !!
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
You can't date a writer.
For lack of a better term, or phrase,
or whatever the writer will have you
believe. He will introduce you to
many artists, some like him, others not,
and that will ultimately build intrigue.
By his side, you will feel as if you're
the apple of his eye, but when alone together
his eye will be fixated on blank pages
or ones filled with the right words.
Don't fret, by the second
month you will know which
words are right and which ones
are wrong. He will tell you to
mind the binding on the books you borrow.
And you will, until the first fight happens.
You'll think that the fight is over,
but don't think that the words shouted at each other
weren't written down.
The day you find these words, the oh-so-familiar
words will start the next fight.
And be prepared to tighten up once more,
because this next fight will be just as embellished as the first.
Before the third fight he will buy you a journal,
possibly lend you a pen,
lend being the keyword,
because he will expect it back.
He will ask to read what you've written,
as he saves his work on his laptop and closes
the top, because it locks right away.
If and when you open his laptop it will bring
you to a home screen.
If you're lucky your name will appear under his,
if not you have his permission to log on as a guest.
This will eventually become the pebble
that rolls down the mountain,
albeit those pebbles don't necessarily
mean that an avalanche is on its way.
Only time will tell.
Or breaking into his laptop might.
But right now his eyes are on you,
because he would like to read...you.
And isn't that the reason you wanted
him to begin with?
To read you like one of his books?
Or maybe it's your fascination with artists,
because who doesn't want to be
drawn like a French girl.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
to write one about this is difficult because
i think choices require a belief in a quantified time, like you have to make a choice by a certain time right?
so what if time proved to be a dead medium? to exist less than you thought it did? to think that it might be part of a larger social construct?
i don't know, doesn't that lessen the value of a choice though? you had to act a certain way during a fragment of allotted time, once again time being the keyword
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
It’s very nice in Heaven
Very gentle underfoot,
God’s temple is so icy calm
And that’s conservatively put.
There’s three flags at the gateway
They’re there to set the pace,
Hebrew blue and Moslem green
Under Christ’s bewhiskered face.
Hindu’s have got a leg in
And Zen for Zen’s sake’s there,
But the Proddies and the Catliks
Are in dispute as to what is fair.
Amazing how they bicker,
The Proddies and the Micks
You’d think in time they’d sort it out
Take the Irish…Silly ******
Getting back to Heaven…
The golden pathways there
With avenues of crystal gems
To welcome you upstairs.
And high above a shining light
Burning in the sky,
Which symbolizes passion,
I suppose, or pigs that fly?
This symbolic high Heaven stuff
Is very hard to read,
It could be ornamental
Or perhaps, exactly what you need.
One thing’s very certain though,
When you glide into this place,
It pays to have a solemn look
Of seriousness on your face.
They don’t like silly buggers
Who joke and act the fool,
Commitment is the keyword
And the Bible is the tool.
Confusing when you get there
You’re read the riot act
And threatened with damnation
If with the Devil you’ve made a pact.
The heavy condemnation
The steely searching eye
And then the tome of absolution
Because He loves you, so must I ?
So think upon it brother
If you think you cut the cloth,
Then walk right up and wing it
With the Angels, like a moth.
But should you have your doubts
I suggest a quickish about face
And leg it with the villains
To that other warmish place.
Marshalg
@theGate
Mangere Bridge
28 April 2009
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Feb 8, 2010 at 4:27 PM UTC
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
There's a really thin line between our bodies.
If you know it's real, then everything will be blank.
If you don't believe in that thin line, then everything becomes real.
Dance with me tonight, I'll show you how it was everything made.
Loneliness is a keyword to a broken heart.
If you are lonely, open it.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Ignorance is bliss they say,
I never found it
When I was being put down
And they were shouting at me like
"You'll never rise up, you're nothing, ain't worth the time"
And it only gave me another excuse to rap and to rhyme
Expressing my feelings just to get it off my chest
While at the same time writing lines simply to be my best, it's a test
And so far I've been passing, they said I can't do it
But watch as I sonic speed right on through it
I'll defeat the Doctor Eggman and chill with my bud Tails
While you sitting in the corner pointing out all my fails
But I don't care, it's behind, another lesson learnt
So that I progress easier and don't be so badly hurt
I like to help others, a saint some would say
A blessing disguised as a kid you see everyday
But keyword is disguised, every man has his demons
They can be so bad that ol' skull-face takes to reapin'
But I haven't fallen yet, I still stand tall
On the hill, helpless just watching it all burn
I know I'm not liked, by many and still don't care
As long as I live happily then I ain't gonna be snared
By the concept that the best must have a good reputation
But solitude for some is the key to salvation
Why would you want to fit in with people that you don't like?
And when they try to conform you, tell em to take a hike
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
I loved you.
Keyword:
loved.
Past tense.
I used to love
you, that is the
conclusion I have
drawn.
But just like the
love I had for you
then,
you are also no
longer apart of me.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
I might be old fashioned,
My reflexes might be slow,
But you know me from ages,
It’s high time for you to grow.
We will stay together,
Do you still remember that collective vow?
Those promises to stick together, we made,
To move to and fro,
Faith is the keyword,
Which maintains the flow,
We can still work it out,
Please don’t let it blow!
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC
i am the moon.
small and insignificant,
almost pointless,
almost being the keyword.
people say i light the night like the stars do,
even though i am a floating chunk of rock.
floating chunks of rock do not illuminate,
no.
floating chunks of rock are illuminated,
but only by the stars.
i reflect your light on to the world at night,
and i am worshipped like the god i am not.
you are the beauty,
burning at temperatures unheard of,
touching every planet in the solar system,
gleaming off of me.
i am not envious of you,
your job is much too important.
and like i said before,
i am almost pointless.
but what is the world without your light,
even when you’re asleep?
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
my mother might have cancer
now, before i get all dramatic on you and fire shots of poetry
let me remind you of the keyword you should hold close to your heart
might.
might is scary
might makes you reflect on everything you've done in your life that
might
have affected the second most important word in that sentence
mother.
the one that comes to mind after you got done thinking about yourself and about
how this might affect your life
pause
little girl i don't think you quite understand the value of family
i'm not a little girl
anymore
you have no excuse
i have been carefully nurtured like that delicate plant you tried to grow in a miniature *** in the third grade
the nurturing that came from might
the strength of her
she poured out into you
your water
you grew
only to look back at you
i understand i can be selfish
but i'm hoping this scare won't be the only reason i truly question it enough to change
with time
in time
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
love, what a strange concept
as i've grown up, i've been able to learn a lot of things about love
for one, that it never fails
now this may be hard to believe, because if love never fails then how come divorce and break-ups exist?
well there is only logical solution, the love wasn't real
now you can argue with me all day about how you "loved" that one person, but it just wasn't working out for either of you
now to me, that doesn't sound like love
love is fighting
love is patient, love is kind
love is sacrifice
love is un-ending, it never gives up, it never runs out
love never fails
but the part that is truly devastating, is that true love may have only been felt by one person
now i'm not here to tell you that one's love was fake, but if that person chose (keyword: chose) to love no longer, they never truly loved
love does not change, it does not make conditions
it does not decide one day, hey it's time to move on
love doesn't work that way,
love never fails
i think the concept of "love" has been twisted and altered in our world to lead us to believe we can fall in and out of love
ha, it's funny to believe you can "fall out of love", there is no such concept
love cannot be broken, or altered or demanded
love occurs naturally, and love is unconditional
take the love of God for example, that is pure love
there is nothing in this entire universe that will ever be able to separate us from God's overwhelming love
no matter how many times we've fallen short, betrayed, gone against or ran away from God's love, it's always there
it always welcomes us home with open arms,
and offers grace at any given opportunity
now that, is love.
and i'm not here to tell you that you cannot love, because no love can ever amount to the love of God
but simply showing that true love is something that never really leaves, and if it does, it wasn't ever deeply present
because if you do choose to truly love, you will do anything
you will fight until death does you part
you will invest all you have
you will give up areas of your life that may be hard in order to make it work
because after all,
love
never
fails.
hs
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
You know,
such a keyword
like (like)
a photobomb I plus-one
but forgot to re-tweet
cause I got Merked
but,
YOLO
It be Swaggy
that I Reach
Cray-Cray.
Wordy be *****
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
Eyes closed
Blinded by violent sun rays
The land seems foreign
But you own and nurture it
Now you walk its valleys and peaks
With your soul as your only guiding light
They think you can't see
But you've survived centuries
Inside the deep seas
You're an old soul
Perhaps odd too
But one thing for sure
You've had too much to see
Your eyes filled with desert sands
Mixed with water from the oasis
You gasp for air
For long you've had oxygen supplied to you
Food chewed for you and fed to you as pulp
Now you want to take control
And once again throne the chair
Fists clenched
As if you'd just woken up
From a terrible dream
The whole neighborhood awake
Because of your loud screams
How far did you sleepwalk
And strayed from your spiritual beam
You think they wanna open your fists
And read the secret seams
The exotic path on your palms
A sacred pact between yourself
And your originator
Now you choke
From all the fear you've generated
To your surprise
Everyone around you is smiling
And you immediately ask yourself
"Are these people happy or are they lying
Pretending to rejoice when they're only gathered here to watch me dying"
"Welcome to the puzzle game"
A voice inside you says
"The only baffling factor here
Is that you are the puzzle
And the puzzle is you
The world is but a mold
Complete and incomplete
With and of itself"
Just like a folding daisy
You slowly open up
And take it all in, the light, the madness
And slowly you regain your sight
You lift your arms and feel the wind
Brush against your broken wings
Gradually you learn to unclench your fists
For therein lies your secret code
The coordinates to your destination
The part of the world better known as home
Ironically, this is not the end
But the beginning to this beautiful game called life
Be it a map to a secret treasure
A key to a door to unsolved mysteries
Or a keyword that will capture
Someone's heart until time
Raptures love without all the miseries
Or simply a fortune cookie with a prank written inside
That code is yours
Etched upon your tiny hands
It is your responsibility to decrypt that message
And interpret it to fit your purpose
And your purpose is nothing more
Than what you make it.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
I often forget
my friends are human.
I hold them in high regard,
like a jar of gems in the sun.
As the years circulate,
they have talked me down
from tearing my brain out
unlike my family
they're honest,
not afraid to tell me anything
even if it hurts.
*Like that time I was dating that girl
and everyone called her a ****** hell-bitch.*
I only carry the secrets
they've asked me to in my pockets.
My family encourages me to make money.
My friends tell me to do whatever makes me content.
So sometimes my gratitude
transforms
these humans into deities
that do no wrong.
I'm shocked
at their careless decisions
disgusted
by their occasional irrationality.
How dare they soil the image I've created in my brain
to which I then project unto them!
The world disappoints me
as a whole--
but that's expected.
My brain & heart fissure
when my friends
don't act like these people I worship.
Until I remember the keyword
is "people."
They're human, just like me.
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 7:57 AM UTC
Fire...
Such a misunderstood element
Only seen as destruction
As if it's darkness itself
But fire isn't the annihilater it is sought out to be
It has saved more lives than it has destroyed
Though because it has destroyed at all, no one seems to recognize the good it has done
It's sad actually
In ancient times fire was feared
It was known as the element we see today
But as time went on it became an ally
It saved us from an era of darkness
It became our source of light
We began to cook with it
We Even started to mold items that we still use today
But fire is the enemy
On those cold chilly nights what is the first think you think of
Most people would think of heat
And from that we usually began to search for this heat
In most cases where does it lead us...
I know for my family it lead us to the fireplace
Keyword "fire"
It was probably the only time back then we would sit there and laugh together
Those few nights we were actually a family
And it's funny fire is the enemy
We use fire like a trash bag
When we need it we pull it out knowing we're going to dispose of it later
We should be ashamed of ourselves
Fire...
Such a misunderstood element
But one thing is for sure
Fire is not the enemy
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC