"soonly" poems
by Arcassin B & Sweet Pea
SP: :::theCry:::
:::theCry:::
My lover...my prince
I feel you dearly through
all that angst. No feigning emotion
or pretense. It is I...who wants
this kiss, to touch each one: of
your lips and all those cancerous
wounds...
I've been
quietly forlorn,
yes , I've talked to somebody
to ease my pain. Our Lullaby
made out of Cymbeline's notes&
daughter's cry....Imogene tears
married, but my heart was yours
Betrothed to someone else, in spite
ring on the finger- to fool
the old King
...look at me,
married wife,
but moreover
most precious
lover to you
I hoped
So, please tell
the voices to
quiet down...our time will
soonly come. Put your
cheek to my heart, look at
bosoms pink fiber...aspic marble's
cradle...marked for death now.
My sweet love,
i am woman made of
emotion...the only alternative plan
is to live in harmony,
not a commotion
I'm letting you go,
please make up your
mind...do it on your own. I'm no
convincer...just listen to the prosthetic
heart. It's beat pure, and true is...
mounted up high...I'm a twig broken in
half; an arrow
already dead...
How can I defend myself...you've
already made up your mind. My only
apology is...we've wasted our time
myopia and friends...their whispers
judged my heart, the head chopped was before
our affair even begun...
you hit and then run
you've said the
magical words...I've longed
to hear from you. I can't compete with
what's preordained...I loved you
my sweet, sweet
Prince...be well now
you are free.
AB: Don't pretend you love me in the time
of pure pain ,
I hold my head in shame,
I could tell that you've be quiet,
And you need somebody to talk to,
lullabys in anger,
being married is a
drag,
voices sing in the night and the stars
remind me of some things I once had,
life would be so much different in every
little strand and particle...
...I had a dad,
So don't pretend like you care when we
both know you have an alternative plan,
I don't want anything to do with your
existence,
now that you could understand,
you didnt try.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Walking in a sloping district
Down an uneventful day,
A fossil rubber round, abandoned,
Found itself amidst our way.
Aha! And with some slight excitement
Set my friend upon the tire,
Upon its side he set the beast
Then rolling, gently let it fly
With just a touch; but balanced well
Despite disuse of many years,
It looked quite ready to revolve;
So natural it seemed to feel
That at this sudden turn of fate
An ancient, sleepy something stirred;
Remembrance of old spinning glories
Drove the hill-tire bottomward and
Building speed now every turn
More reckless, frantic than the last;
All just precaution soonly spurned
The rubber ring was flying fast.
In fact so fast, so far, so straight
Maneuvering the grade until
In happenstance it found a ramp
Some distance further down the hill;
A broken shard of tabletop
Astride some heaped-up garbage leaned,
Served duty fine to sky-ify
The rolling, racing, flighty fiend
And missile-make our eager hero;
Hero though no longer *after
Smashing some poor stranger’s glass*;
Fighting back our tumult
Quickly ran we for the summit,
Panting, bending at the top,
He turned to me, my friend and said:
Fuck…they usually stop
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 2:06 AM UTC
Mother im sorry,
That the child you rose wasn’t the flower you intended,
That my naivety and innocence too soonly ended,
That your brains weren't passed on,
My thoughts take too long,
That my best isn't yours,
My ideas they are flawed,
And the dream child you dreamed of wasn’t me.
Unconditional love has a timer,
A soon ending reminder,
And an expiry date you selected,
With us it's just two,
Im doing the best I can do,
You're not the easiest of people to understand,
But I shouldn’t have to feel,
So judged and unwanted,
Walking from one room to another,
Now I'll live and get older,
Without your weight on my shoulder,
Always looking me over,
And deciding if you like what you see.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
Dear rain,
I admire the drip drops coming from the sky and I love it when the drip drops hit my eye * <3*
I look up jus to feel real water not from my tears, like it cleanses my inner sins makes me feel like the almighty is here.
the breath that I take in everyday to rise again, to see the rays of the sun shine on my face hopefully won't soonly end
pardon my French Im not going to lie; I did step outside to get a little higgh that's part of nature to it comes from the ground, honesty I think that's gods way to make us turn to clowns. Lol, i'm fine with that boosting us to to get back on track. But don't get me wrong the high is not for everyone, some start acting like fools and everything turns numb. But there are others that just opens the mind and gets more artisitic.
I sound a little ballistic...
Well is all and all in all rain just continue to fall. .
**** it*
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
I know of this place,
I call it,
Here We Are Too,
Know soonly
We shall find,
Truly Abundantly Food
For Our Bodies And Souls;
EIGHT DAYS A WEEK!!!
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
a dog, plainly. noses water bowl to mid-yard. to the spot. exact it will rain. rain soonly. a word the town uses. (sit) one yells from a slowly passing go-cart. someone's mother. I often think for.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 9:08 AM UTC