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Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Good intent,
Flowers growing from the ground when you lift a finger,
Are you magic or just heaven sent,
with a sick twist in the back of your mind is redder than hell's grip,
Your love is not be paid for,
No open wounds or burdens,
but you'll be the only I'd die for,
If you're angry enough to knock down those endings,
but the moon is full,
and my hands are covering faces,
shadows collide with affection with a drizzle of lips,
the atmosphere,
is nice out here,
When I'm kissing you,
Need to shed your tears,
I'm here.
:)
Arcassin B May 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

"~Snuggling~"

Marsha Ambrosius smell,
Wait!! How I do I know how she smells?
Well nevermind,
So mixed with wasting our time,
Of blabbering on how beautiful you look,
When we should be snuggling under the stars,
They took,
A lot away from you and me,
Sacrifice so much for you and me,
Please leave without bad memories,
If I die would you cry,
Would you plead,
I'm just waiting for a little bliss,
Waiting for a sincere beautiful atmosphere,
Waiting for affection,
Waiting for a kiss,
I plead........

"K.O.C.A"

.... To be your rock,
When you need someone to lean on,
My heart is made of stone,
Aside from feelings that can't be shown,
But I won't say leave me alone,
Truthfully a life without you,
Is a crisis,
So please don't leave me gone,
We play childishly,
But when we make the sweetest love,
I'm indebted to your open casualties,
As tender as a prime cooked rib,
Show it out of me,
The feelings that I give,
I would die without you,
Baby I wanna live,
I'm too young to die,
You are too,
So why don't we die together,
Let the flowers bloom.
Marsha oh , marsha!
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Earth , wind , fire , water,
Give you the shirt off my back in the winter,
Perform our Christmas rituals,
Putting elements in order,
Sweaty skin forms the devils heat,
Running down your cheek,
Its good that we never speak,
Black lipstick,
Our faith in the demons is the promise that I will keep,
Should I say more,
Born sinners and for what !!!!
This world is a sediment,
Its easily breaking,
This world is our egg shell,
Now let's get it cracking,
Now that I need you,
Skin boils when I'm in church,
Hurts,
I mean its a curse,
Tasting you silence like you slept in a hearse.
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
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......
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

I can show you,
Money,
Sin,
Magic,
Even ***,
Young and restless female,
Raging,
Maybe I could touch your skin a little,
Back scratching brings painful beauty in so many measures,
Let's Explore.
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

What is it that you see in my eyes,
Can you reach me?
Soulless soulmates perish at the sight of failure,
Are we enemies in disguise,
Are you kidding me?
I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight,
1+1 is 2,
But I just can't put my lovin on you,
All my Lovin on you,
Showering all over you,
Let your sorrow hang heavy,
When the rent is due,
For that you gotta pay,
No second chances,
There were rules,
But since you broke em,
I praise you,
So let it hang,
Just let it hang,
Talking in 3rd person,
I went insane.
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

As long as your alive,
There are no limits to your determination,
I'm so sorry,
Is it my bad?
Excuse my incorrections,
Without no hesitation,
I don't mind a little bit of envy,
For my mistakes,
Then later realize that I can't relate,
To the same mistakes,
You unfortunately made,
Its safe to say,
You have your ways,
Of throwing shade,
With no clean slates,
But a clean plate,
Of broken days,
Children's arcades,
You gave out shade,
You gotta Pay.
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Breaking rules in suspicion,
Didn't know you,
••••••••••••••••••
|  recognized |
••••••••••••••••••
I payed attention,
Asking questions,
I adore you,
••••••••••••••••••
|       Loved.       |
••••••••••••••••••
Calling your name,
When I fall for you,
••••••••••••••••••
|   Affection.   |
••••••••••••••••••
In order for this evening to maintain,
Is if you let me love you.
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Sit you in a blank space,
With a soulless look,
So you'll look back on your past,
And tell me what you've been through,
Showing incredible desires even I can't fathem,
Ruthless as the pit in the backyard,
That my friends would tell me the devil would come out of every now and then,
Oh ! How peers come keep a young kid dreaming,
If you believe in what you see,
Then I guess seeing is believing,
What is even real anymore,
*** or **** which one did you take,
We're closing the doors,
The days are dead,
Your silence is clear,
I'm thinking ahead of a metaphor,
What could it be,
Issued statements to the 20th degree,
Humm I see what you mean,
If the meaning Is correct,
Your young and as ruthless as me.
:)
Arcassin B May 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

She stands to pass the test,
With a brand new vhs,
In new York, in new York,
I don't know what I could do,
But to be right next to you,
In new York , in new York,

I could possibly put her in the first lane of my mind set as I swerve,
Trailed down with minor regrets I did later,
Love you deserve,
Turtlenecks itching my skin,
Foot on the gas,
Too much caffeine In my system just to let her pass,
She didn't fail the test , so its only temporary that she ....

.....stands to pass the test,
With a brand new vhs,
In new York, in new York,
I don't know what I could do,
But to be right next to you,
In new York , in new York.
Now I'm driving ....
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

(Every summer)
You can expect bits pieces of my heart to connect together,
(Every summer)
I wanna see you with a sparkling yellow dress, in the time of this perfect weather,
(Every summer)
Kisses will all be unexpected , shadows on glowing rivers,
(Every summer)
Cosmos in a nacho full of cheese , it couldn't get more clearer,

I would love your arms around me,
And round they go,
I can feel every piece of matter,
Crooked teeth,
I'll never let mine or your features go,
You love me for me,
And every summer I will save a spot for you and me.
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

It would make sense,
Not seeing faces,
Not being good with other faces,
But possess open spaces,
Grew up enough to know how to tie my shoe laces,
Four walls are around me,
But I just keep pacing,
Make myself look presentable,
Cause when I get released its mutual,
And even though its not missable,
To me being apprehensible,
Four walls are surrounding,
Sitting against one of em,
Just sitting,
Alter the past and take back what I did,
Expecting me to give up and fall again,
Accepting the bad times I get,
More than I can give,
If you're expecting unretaliation,
Your sadly mistaken.
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


Has it been a year already,
Have I clean out the office in my mind already,
Have I seen the ruthlessness of my ways,
Or maybe I just didn't see better days,
I wish I had the moments that I craved,
Back,
In time,
So frequent , I lay awake,
Has it been a year already,
Am I turning 18 in couple of months,
Seems like only yesterday I grew ****** hair,
Maybe i'm obsessed about my memories,
Even the good people in it plus my enemies,
Remenise about the moments that I craved,
Back,
In time,
I'm potent , make no mistakes,
I just want more in life.
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


Wine cooler out the fridge I just poored it in a cup,
I know you've been having second thoughts asking me questions like I'm giving up,
But not on you,
Can't get enough of you,
Would travel south for you,
On a bus right now for you,
Too many people are not fond of you,
Depression kicked in hard like a flying locomotive,
Physical deaths make my stomach turn,
No, I do not know what is your motive,
Turn around and smiled,
Oooooooo
Lesson learned,
Have you by any chance heard of that lately,
Too many blankets will do you greatly,
Bet you'll feel comfy tonight.
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm,
That smile,
Those eyes,
You could make a blind man realize
His purpose in this world,
The beauty in you resurrects me,
Plastic genocide purple roses with the red thorns,
Demon gardens couldn't keep me away,
From tasting your warm embrace,
Kissing your gorgeous face,
Embracing your life,
And extra love just in case,
We stare deeply into each others ya know....
We kiss for hours with no sign of the world and the people in it,
I needed you to be my everything,
I have you back,
And now Moms don't know why I kept smiling,
Blushing,
Loving,
Bubbling,
With joy,
Needed you in my life to fill the void,
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
:)
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


Saliva couldn't get any sweeter,
The kisses that she gives are drenched in French tendencies,
Pardon it,
If I say ****** things,
I won't say nothing at all,
As long as there are yellow lines of the road to diamond valley,
I'd be in love with her character,
Infatuation with the smile,
And obsessed with her features,
And although those two words match in one meaning,
Shes Insightful towards my smarts,
Sitting on the patio simply gleaming,
Rubs her hand across her chest for a new Arousal,
I care for you,
About Affection so emotions wouldn't carry,
There's something,
Bout,
The way,
You lick your,
..... Cherries.
Free!!!
Edna Sweetlove May 2015
This is a beautiful "Barry Hodges" poem.*

Ah, sweet memories of that night in Blarney
In the stout-soaked suburbs of ould Cork City.
How clearly through the mist of alcoholic memory
I recall how we all piled out of Johnny's bar at closing time
****** as a load of proverbial ******* newts;
'Where to now me boys, which bar's still open?'
Shrieked spiflicated Sean O'Shannon
(that's notorious sixteen pints an hour Sean,
the man who won Strictly Come Boozing twice)
As he tottered over to his Pa's new BMW convertible,
Lucky ****** that he is to be son to a Fianna Fáil MEP,
And one not adverse to trousering a Euro or two.

'Sean, me oul' potato, de ye think ye should be driving
With that record-breakin' skinful o' stout
I just seen you put away down your greasy gullet,
Not to mention the quadruple whiskey chaser?'
Enquired loopy Liam O'Lephrechaun as he leaned over
And puked up another gallon of warmish Guinness
Over yours truly as I rolled helplessly in the Ballygrohan road
To the amusement of the gawping bystanders,
Bearing in mind there were a good dozen gobbets
Of half-digested pork scratchings in the froth
Which was causing havoc with my apparel.

So without another feckin' word being spoken
My dear drinking companions and ***** buddies
Left me prostrate and clambered gaily into the waiting car
And roared off into the enchanted Gaelic night;
Singing and smoking themselves silly simultaneously,
So full of the joys of life and the blessed bottle.
And then some ****** stupid American tourist
(doubtless dressed in hideous checked golfing trousers
with a backwards-facing baseball cap on his ugly head,
not to forget his overweight wifey crammed into the front seat
just like a huge white bloated fat-faced hippo),
Came round the next corner in a clapped out rental car
And the two of them got sent to Kingdom-sodding-Come
With a terrible metallic crash which destroyed them completely.

'Oh begorrah and *******, would ye just look at the mess
The feckin eejit's made of me Daddy's Beemer,
And it's his pride and joy so it is to be sure!'
Cried Sean O'Shannon in an alcoholic rage,
As he contemplated the largest insurance claim
In the County Cork for the past six decades,
(at least the largest legitimate one anyway).
Whilst I was trying to get my hipster pants down
To avoid filling them up with beery diarrhoea
Brought on by my involuntary bursts of joyous mirth,
(bejasus, 'twas the second time in the space of a single week
and my new girlfriend was getting a bit fussy about hygiene
bearing in mind she was thinking of taking the veil).

How fortunate old Father Tucker and Garda Sergeant O'Toole
Could both (when they'd sobered up sufficiently)
Testify later from their secure vantage point
In the rear compartment of a nearby parked hearse,
(where they were having a ******* with Deidre,
the filthiest wee **** in the whole South-Western counties)
That the accident was not dear Sean's fault at all, to be sure,
As the other stupid sober yankee ****** was driving at 75
On the wrong friggin' side of the ******' street
Or probably in the middle, come to think of it.
'Sure but Sean's the best driver this side of the Blarney Stone,
And there's no way himself would ever drive under the influence'*
They agreed sagely before going off for another jar or two
And maybe a double knee-trembler with Deidre's fat sister,
One up each of her gaping hair-rimmed orifices.
Arcassin B May 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

You enlightened all my seven of my fantasies,
For that I'll live for you,
You could leave my mind at ease,
I could walk over miles of seas,
Just for you,
We can try , so let's try,
I swear I'd try for you,
Listening to old CDs,
Don't want my heart to get released,
Just for you,

And with a touch skin,
I recently just looked within,
And saw..
My heart is too times bigger,
I'll never wait for you to cry,
Now I'm drive up the 5,
The touch of sweetness never lies.
To the 5 I go !
Arcassin B May 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Sometimes you get me in a crazy position to where I feel unsecured and triggered out of my mind,
And at times I feel as thought we don't communicate enough for you to ever tell me I'm wasting your time,
But I'll go that extra mile,
When you yell,
And you scream,
You shred all the beautiful memories of us and our picnics at sunrise park,
But something is telling me to just give up and puts all my burdens aside and yell and scream in the dark,
But I'll go the extra mile for you,
I swear it won't make it okay,
For you to blow up and act that way,
I'll gain all the eternal shade,
As long as you are not what minute made,
But I'll go that extra mile for you to stay.
Stay.
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


Long flowing hair full of deep memories , remedies and ferral galleries,
She has beautiful pictures,
Black and purple hair,
Black lipstick,
Black skirt and collared shirt,
Describing an emotional human being is not easy,
An "emo" as they might say,
Darker than the light in hades eyes ,
The stars just don't seem align for me,
Crying in the bathroom just to let your conscience free,
Freedom wasn't in the question,
Neither was her therapy sessions,
And guidance counselors attention,
No I ain't your blessin',
But,
What do you feel when no ones around,
Who in your life has been lecturing and putting you down,
She Wouldn't Tell Me,
To much sorrow brings death,
Let's just hope your not too crazy,

People find you interesting like Kevin Spacey,

The devils taunting with you,
Telling you , "face me",

Vampire skin,
Very cold and pastey,

I just wish you could trust me enough to tell me.
Free enough !
Arcassin B May 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


Thrusting,
Everlasting sensation,
Desires and fantasies,
Are main factors of,
Intimate contact,
So when I contact you,
Then you should know what I expect,
I just wanna touch a body I'm not here to neglect,
My you can be my test subject,
Let's experiment,
Perfected the perfect serum,
I'll put it on,
And give you a night you won't forget.
Nights like that.
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

One mistake,
I won't ,
Forget,
You had your changes,
And then you left high and dry,
Except the wind wasn't blowing your way,
But I know it played a part in mine,
I could feel your garden being infiltrated,
Nobody couldn't love you like I do,
On the radio a couple of recognizable tunes,
And when you sang,
I guess the wind had a change of heart,
Hair blowing every which way,
Like your soul fell apart,
And I would love you all to pieces,
I told you one day we'd live the golden years,
But not together,
And with children,
Yeah we know our phase,
That song in my head and the lake down the bridge,
Would not change the way I feel about this most exquisite evening,
I know,
You'll be okay,
For tonight,
While your dreaming,
So I put you back whole again,
Now you're back in my arms again.
Free!!
Arcassin B May 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

I look above and beyond in search of an apartment number,
Searching far and wide for the numbers to my destiny,
I gotta follow,
I swear the toilets pretty clogged , call the plumber,
People get starry eyed , when you stand in front of someone's property,
I feel no sorrow,
I'm thinking 164 is what she told me,
But I'll just come right back tomorrow.
Hummm....
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


Want ,
Nothing to do with you,
I prosper only for happiness,
While you're possessed with greed,
Second,
Don't want to listen to you,
Its more than enough to digest,
While thinking I was all you need,
Do,
You just not recall,
Someone told me secrets,
Didn't hear them all until now,
See,
In the guilt I hope you slip and fall,
I just couldn't believe it,
I have nothing else to do with you now.
Free!!!
Arcassin B May 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Your heart .
Is everything I desire to have ,
Possess .
Loving Every little moment you smile,
Never doubted the days we spent cuddling,
Caressing the only stresses that you carry , I will always try with you,
Try .
Your emotions are the key to me giving mines up,
So I did ,
And it felt amazing,
Patients is a virtue,
I only see you,
In a clear rearview,
Don't look back,
Keep running,
Make sure you get as far away as possible before I turn,
I pretend to turn the lights down but I still burn,
No measure of holy or unholy prowess will keep me away from the thing I won and earned.
See through...
Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

I need an extra dose to cure my sanity,
But the doc was a ****,
What was real? Losing myself and reality,
So I nearly went bizzerk,
Never bite the hand that feeds,
Memories got put to work,
Who am I to disagree,
On who I know and who knows my worth,
But it was so worth it on esponola street,
Tired of the hurt over writing words,
You can have it.
Free!!
Ryan O'Leary Mar 2019
Jour de Poisson
en France.
In the UK they
say, fools day!

He-Haws, is
how they are
often described
by the media.

Bankers, Accountants,
MP's Mep’s, PM’s Royals
Lords, Ladies, Gentlemen
Peers, Toffs, Tossers.


Cabog's, gobshites,
ignoramuses, mug's,
clowns, jerks, clots,
muggins, cuckoos.

But imagine, The British
only dedicate one solitary
day in every year to all
of these ****** eejits.
Mateuš Conrad Mar 2019
.sometimes it pays, to be a little bit paranoid, which implies: you're more attune to certain things...

currently, the parliament of england,
or should i say: the commons
is doing a staged coup to meßmeriße
any member of the public:
watching...

     all it takes is for the b.b.c. journo'
to talk to ol' Nigel...
   storm Nigel looks,
more or less: cucked...
   in the current common cipher
parlance...
         like a schoolboy...
eyes slightly watering,
    cordial,
                  very much: hush-hush...
we're about to see a very
impressive magic trick...

point being: i hope i'm wrong...
but what some call
the government,
and i started calling a brothel /
  fiasco...
    well...
          the no-deal brexit
is off the table...
       now there's a motion
  to ask for an extension...

an extension...
that will last until the 22nd of May...
remind me...
when do the european parliamentary
elections take place?
   23rd of May...
oh... i see...
   wanna see the poker card?

as much as i hate
      jacob rees-mogg
(in the sunday times interview,
he disclosed how
he can't boil an egg...
   and that's when my hatred
ends,
   and... pity begins)...
he is, in all honesty...
   the next alastair campbell...
i.e. the next spin-doctor...
i mean...
  rhetoric is one thing,
rhetoric in poetry is...
not what a rhetorician is
on the political level...

               from the interview
i just got spaghetti,
only now i'm untangling it...
basically...
if all goes to plan...
and the plan being:
    the anglo-ßaß don't want
a "soft" exit from the european
union, i.e. they don't
want the e.u.'s deal...
   a few clues about laws...
and how:
   well...
the european parliamentary
elections take place on the 23rd of May...
the proposed delay lasts until
the 22nd of May...
so... chances are...
   someone from England...
will be elected into european
parliament... there will be an MEP...
or at least...
that's the plan...
   to default on the exit from
the union, on the grounds
that the leaving party,
is still, somehow, represented
in the european parliament...

that's the plan,
   you can spot the schemers
right away...
   the tactic of stalling has paid off...
it's like i'm back in high-school...
i know the sort of people,
i used to talk to them
on the day of hanging in an essay...
they'd put it off,
2 weeks in advance,
until the last day / night...
and pull out an all-nighter...
drop caffeine pills
   and hand in a rushed essay...
but in this scenario:
it's not a grade B
     for making an exit...
but a grade A for making
    a referendum result being
revoked:
   on grounds of democratic
jurisprudence / law...

   unlike with the Irish...
this "2nd referendum" had to become
spaghetti tangled...
it had to have the language
of and for a people,
overtly sensitive,
   in their quest of being
the sole arbitrators of democracy...

so much for the argument:
well, but those unelected officials
in Brussels...
**** me! what about the elected
officials in London?!
it might be that i suffer
from myopia and i can't
the two apart...

    i hope i'm wrong...
but... when those chose the extension
date, from march 29th
to may 22nd...
   with the european elections
being staged on the 23rd of may...
you start to think:
   they're not going for
a straight-out 2nd referendum...
they need to cover it up
in an elaboration
of their Hydra...
      their bureaucratic intricacy weight...
paper trail...
   trial by paper...

where is Nigel the fire-*******?
Nigel the tornado?
   to me... he looks like he just
experienced sensual bliss
with some Dutch *******...
or maybe that's just me...
2 and a half years...
   and there was me,
thinking that only priests
                          were useless:
how many times will
you drill that metaphor
into the minds of people?
   any longer?
              the shittest magic trick
i've ever seen...
at least a magician can do
some sort of magic...
   2000 years later...
  and the wine is still wine...
and the bread is still bread...

   or at least: this is me...
having just started watching
vikings episode 1 - 4 of season 1...
listening to biodrive: psychopath...
i hope i'm wrong...
     i really really do.
Ryan O'Leary Jul 2018
Jour de L'ane
en France.
In Ireland, we
say, fools day!

He-Haws is
how they are
often described
by the media.

Bankers, Accountants,
Taoiseach's, Mep's,
TD's, Senators, Clergy,
Speculators,


Cabog's, gobshites,
ignoramuses, mug's,
clowns, jerks, clots,
muggins and cuckoos.

But imagine, the Irish
only dedicate one
day in the year to all
these ****** eejits.
Ryan O'Leary Jul 2018
IMF ECB EU ISIS


Support terrorism it is now
ok according to Brussels.

Vote for an MEP terrorist

Pay terrorist taxes.

Invite ISIS to your children’s
birthday parties and ask them
to bring a plate.

No heads on them please.

— The End —