"souly" poems
I wish I could explain to you how my heart changes
Daily\ by the minute
When I see you across the way,
my view obscured by a wall; which seems fitting
A wall seems to keep us apart [endlessly]
Your end or mine
Its easier, we agree
What is it that keeps me so far you ask?
ME
There is something surrounding my heart
Malleable and breathing
Alive and keeping me together somehow
I've let it open a few times
To let someone in, to let you in.
But every time, without fail, something changes
You got to my heart and it burned in the most beautiful light
Coming in, you made it good, and happiness was real
It was when you left that things got bad
I left myself open for too long and lost myself over time
Bits and pieces fell out slowly, scattering itself
Now my heart is incomplete, more so than usual
I'm not blaming you
I souly point the finger at myself
I shouldn't have opened up to begin with
You want me to be honest and transparent,
but since closing back up, my heart has turned dark and mucky
Unable to be seen through clearly
I try to be honest, but the current truths get blindsided by the past lies
I don't mean to do all the damage I caused
To you or me
I wish this was a real apology, for I know it changes nothing
Me continuing to be closed off
I’m sorry.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
They say Beauty is skin deep
At least according to society
And if you don't conform
Life will be a hellofa storm
Gold lies beneath the sand
So with a shaking hand
I dig in to my skin
Mining for what's within
digging for what you can't see
What is deep inside me
Red gold bubbles at the surface
It hurts but that's why I do this
Beauty pays a price
And this is souly my choice
the scars aren't pretty
And this isn't beauty
It's still you I love
But A mismatched glove
I am to you
Into the trash you threw
Me away
Another day
Passes and No matter how
Deep I dig, I know now
It's not me
I'm not ugly
It's society
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
Oh the dark.
Oh the presence of others,
knowing neither of us is
looking
or judging.
Oh sweet nights wrapped in the
foggy,
bewildered,
utterly abandoned,
sheet of drunkenness.
I long for you.
You being an abstract thing.
Unable to find you.
Even when you exist
souly in my imagination.
You are comfort
in the dark.
You are purity
embodied
and abandoned.
I reach
but my mind races away
wrapped around the flickering light of the T.V..
I'll find you,
the hopeless romantic in me cries out
I'll find you.
Even if I don't know who
or why
you are.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
You Soul is somewhere else,
Swimming across seas to find you like Michael Phelps,
Of course I need no help,
I see no differences in color or wealth,
The milky way has you,
no texting from night to day,
I'm sitting right next to you,
I need to clarify,
do I really need to ask
when your memories are gone in a flash,
so far gone,
and your feet gets colder,
Can't believe that you are,
Disconnected,
Highly Neglected,
Souly disrespected,
I can feel your presence,
But you should be here....
....not in the sky.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
Been angry so long
Hampering progress
Living in a dim light of my own Shadow trying to create life out of death simply because
I've died one too many times
These nine lives this kat's no feline Feminine though I am
Woman phenomenally sublime Running from my own existence
Far too long
Cursing my own destiny
Cursing generation's love songz
Too afraid to let go of hurt
That impaired my entire being
Doing better in this life
Because there's better to be done Better to be had, better to become
I shall rise above the mere human
God created in me
See in myself, what others see
Not believe lies naysayers
Have been telling my entire life Helping me to destroy my destiny Speaking negativity to my soul Death to my existing mentality
My love they try to use
Against me and bury me from time to time in my own mind wondering why God why why have Thou
Turned your face from me
When you really haven't forsaken any aspect of who I am
I essentially keep running from the cross because sometimes it is too hard
To bear these bearings
This hurt that has done nothing but caused cancerous hate to creep up in the hearts of love and loved ones it is time to shut this dimming and come into the light that I am known to be
This Scorpion princess
This Caribbean Queen
This mental mentality
Insanely this brain that does not shut off
Simply because it cannot stop and it won't quit ever again
Letting me down
In my own mind seeing what I cannot device as a plan to build my life from the destruction of my own hand
God I'm grateful that you saw fit to bestow on me all the love and the peace that you have thus far and taking me from glory to glory to where you are
I am so grateful for the peace that you are speaking in my soul and the wholeness that I become not just whole but holy
Not in part but every 3
This mind, this body, and souly!!!
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Got off on the wrong foot,
What would it be like if it was cut off,
We dip . drop. Roll. Stop,
Watch the flower grow a little then spit swap,
I swear I'll wait for you on longest journeys,
I swear I'll wait for you on your worst days too,
But on your good ones,
You love the right one,
But he went left,
He was different than the **** ones,
Bisexual beauty sitting in a croptop,
We dip . drop. Roll. Stop,
Watch the flower grow a little then spit swap,
Pretty as you are,
You know I want you baby,
The silence ain't a thing,
Elevated and Slightly fit with rabies,
Foaming out and finding things to lick,
Petals covered in you saliva,
And sweat under you arm pits,
You were an angel in disguise,
A troublesome full of lies,
Only tied to things you can't deny,
Unless your memories are bought,
We dip . drop. Roll. Stop,
Watch the flower grow a little then spit swap,
Let's start over,
My names Arcassin,
Nice to meet you in this disaster,
Its souly a situation,
Your smile brings me to tears,
I'm so weirdly mistaken,
The raspyness in your voice,
Sure knows how to leave a guy shaken,
Pretty dresses swishing over flower beds,
****** stare as we sing the Beatles,
Nails in my back like pins and needles,
Im just starting over but ill do what ever it takes to get those feels,
But as soon as you thought I forgot,
We dip . drop. Roll. Stop,
Watch the flower grow a little then spit swap.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
The world's bad enough,
My life is bad enough,
Yours is bad enough,
P.s , life isn't tough,
Cause once you put your trust in the man up stairs,
You'll know just what you get out of it , a palace with
Your peers,
They lack love in the states ,
And everything and everyone has a back story,
So try to ignore the hate,
And they'll over situate the wars,
And starting a new conflict like 9/11 and Paris and Orlando,
I'm making sure I seal all my doors closed, and,
I was skeptical about certain people and wouldn't talk to them,
The life I made for myself was unexpected,
And when **** hit the fan I blamed it all on him,
I souly and utterly regreted it,
Banging in the nails a little bit,
Blaming him for being born,
For going through life blind,
For making coincidental mistakes,
For having mental issues and phobias,
For being black,
For being misunderstood,
For being bullied,
For being betrayed,
For my father leaving me behind like every other
******* child,
For making me wear my heart on my sleeve
And fall in love easily with girl that don't love me,
So I could say things to them like.......
/
.....I'm so glad,
To be caught
In your love,
The love we have,
I would fight,
For all the above,
All in your love.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
never before has it felt so good
to stand and wait
as i call out your name in hopes
enough is enough
i touch out and try to feel you
i want to love you
i want to feel everything you are
and i want to hurt
but mostly i want to fade with you
and be you guiding angel
love your soul
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
Entertained.
Contained.
Maintained.
Retaining access to once knowns,
sit still listening, not thinking anything
- calling living winning, then quitting.
Get up and ask the truth to forgive
me as I have forgiven, and correct me
where my functioning is hindering.
Stretching the cord to tie the load…
Become what truth embodied is,
cushion the fall from the stacked
featherbeds for religious businesses-
thumpwhump, takes y'breathaway
Conscienceless conscious necience,
all automated - due souly to luck in
the making of DNA, you see,
discovery is the easy part,
much more inter-
esting testing resting mind mingle,
estimating instants time in transit…
imagining the code used to build
the ladder, up one side, down the other.
Handling, managing manacled hopes,
most substantial, dashed to smithereens,
whither in the rearview I see you not looking,
not noticing the era we lived through, seeing
sublime simplicity unfold before us as we examine
essential, necience, non knowing unrecognizable,
feeling path, finding fortunate occasional fruit sweet,
as a path crossing fruiting bough slaps
sweetness perception from reward schedules,
stinging sensation, signal sending saying, it's okeh,
sudden sinking subtle ******* muddy awareness,
sniff, just agnosis dripping,
thinking life's a trip, travel light.
Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 1:26 PM UTC
Thou art now subject to moral decay,
Moral display is factored in thy oddjob list,
Wherein snob-ball Lisp's are sumblime in groupie sets!!!!
Woe to be pondered,
Sky's souly to be wandered through broken holed boat's,
To neat-nice pottery stinking nets!!!
Astute loons maketh their graces high and mighty,
Where tribes stay rewinding their beginning end's of birth,
Art thou a leader from many kingdom's?
Or a lubricant to zealous curse!!!!!
Spoon's replace knive's,
Deadly sin to replace wive's,
Crimes against humanity puppeteer the market's trail,
Crumb's reach the helpless, whilst snarling dog's drag tail!!!!
Embankments to fit the streamed beauties,
Where prestine muting is sound fit to cold coated bones!!!
Infrequency goes higher to the laughing in lover's valley,
Wherein pin's to sportsman's ball goes rallied,
Tallied up zero to zero four score!!!
None makes a difference if thou art the lonely beggar at loves lost door!!!!
A premium stands by for the serpent who make's it's pass,
Crawl through the fiery hole thou stained creature,
Step out betwixt the cities of the now and forever future!!!!
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Everything you did,
Strumming guitars,
Covering scars,
You were strong,
Tears pouring out of My eyes cause your gone,
laying roses on a plastic covered grave with
Your name engraved, welcome to pain,
Testing patience in this twisted world of
Mine, writing notes down and sticking
Them on the walls to pass the time of this
kind of acceptance,
Making plain habits and wearing out my
welcomes in the weakest form while
Sleeping on the back porch turning my
Tears into puddles,
You knew how to wear that cold fabric souly unlike
Others,
When we cuddle,
its like life Wants me to forfill another.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
"Stop the car,"
I tell her
"I'll ******* walk home."
My hands find the dashboard to sturdy myself as she slams
on the brakes and starts screaming, but I'm gone already.
Tires shriek, gasoline burns, and exhaust fills my being as
she leaves, and I start off in the opposite direction.
Halfway through my trek I feel stones digging into my feet,
right at the spot where my souls meet body and I think:
I've got holes in my souls, hmm.
Then it gets stuck inside my mind like a chicken bone and
with each step I take I start chanting it, like a walking mantra.
*Holes in my souls, holes in my souls, holes in my souls,
hole sin my souls, holesin mysouls, holesinmysouls,
holes-souls, holy-in-my-souly, holy-moly soulies...*
...holes in my soul...
...my whole soul...
...holy souls...
...hmm...Ouch.
My concentration is then broken by a rock in my shoe and I think:
Wait...
*Where the **** am I going?*
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
the exoneration of slavery depends souly on your willingness not to be corrupted
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
We'll cross a pile of dead rainbows to
Make it through the storm,
I say a couple of things to you when my
Words are born
do I have enough anger to face a woman's
Scorn
I'm off today,
But I can't find my way,
I feel so out of place,
Its just another phase,
Souly not entertained,
(Flame!!!)
Be more consistent with your mind and your
Body,
Don't go messin' with those kids,
Their Quite snotty,
Happy for the sake of jubilee,
looking for another beam to get to Scotty,
They'll take away your home's and bury your pride and courage
And make everything your fault,
To keep you worried.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
Its a comfort to know that I am not alone anymore,
alone to fall apart when my
depression and anxiety catch me off guard.
Because I have you watching over my heart and mind,
you can feel when
I need to be held and told every thing will be alright
and that no matter what you will always be there
to wipe the tears from my face.
The connection our souls have is amazing
sensing each other without
having to say a word.
Our souls were destined to
find each other so they could
be together and In love again.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
some see it as rebelling and running off with your boyfriend that you just told you I love you and cuddling under the light of a thousand stars with him
they see it as the tender embrace of another as there souls collapse into a fiery passion that fuels a adventure between them for a life time
its seen as a partnership vowed souly on words and the representation of metal and minerals combined into a beautiful symbol of the companionship and hardships that lie ahead
it’s the relationship between a battered woman and her afternoon glass of wine that turns into a sorrowful night of screaming, drowning in her tears, and blaming herself for him being upset enough to hit her
it’s the thought process that she believes he will change . and that maybe if she fixes herself that he would stop beating her senseless. it’s the part where she lays down with him after a boxing match they just had in the living room and pretending like it never happened.
it’s the part where the man who lost his wife to cancer picks up the needle and sticks in his arm and pushes the plunger and fills his veins with the toxins the burn and itch but brings the relief from the agonizing pain of the thoughts of missing her and his empty feelings of loneliness and regret of not saying his last goodbyes.
it’s the part where the heartbroken girl gets up and faces her boyfriend of 3 years knowing that hes cheating but still continues to live in denial and comes home to find him in bed with another woman and takes the gun and ends her life
it’s the beautiful moment of insanity that the broken girl has before she ties the noose and hangs herself in the dark. poor thing no longer has a beating heart...
it’s the excitement that dances in a pyromaniac's eyes as he sets his 100th fire but he has such an addiction he cant stop
addiction, confliction, the suicide attempts, the trying to fix yourself, the passion, the madness, the kiss of insanity he laid upon you....
love comes in some form of you....whether you realize it or not
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
When you ask me to...
Even I can't stand.....
When you ask me to stay,
Believing love is just a phase,
Bad memories I can't erase,
Tears running down your cheek from sorrow,
I have too much on my plate,
And you have a lot of baggage,
We're so good for each other that it will
Never manage,
Searched the world for someone like you
But failed to find the qualities that I
Souly desired,
I don't believe in you,
I don't put my trust in you at all,
We fall,
Then it's a mistake we can not admit it all,
Curl up in a ball,
Cry to the heavens,
There's no call,
We withdrawal,
And when you ask me to stay,
Even I can't stand the rain,
I've been suffering , I'm in pain,
Our affection are ripples in lakes,
Trying to see if you're okay,
Your giving sin a taste,
Of what's to come and where we stay
One more wish to kiss your pretty face.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I have to find a reason to extensively show that I love you,
Although I do,
Its not like i want to walk 15 miles to your house and lay next to you,
Which I do,
I'm in love with you,
So much,
I wanna be sedated,
Released from my comfort zone,
I'm here to be star gated,
I wanna taste your lips in its warmest place,
Kiss your face,
This virtue souly exist today,
Throw me a bone,
And um I'm still at home,
Not infatuated with being one night alone.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
I yearn for the feel of you passing thru my lips
My desire for your flavor that is souly yours
My desire for you reflects in my eyes
I look up to see your reaction
A quick in drawn breath and the excitement on your face
lets me know your enjoyment
As I take all of you in
You pull me up to my fee away from my goal
of having your release
Pushing me to the floor you take me hard
Pinning my hands above my head
showing no mercy as i loose my control
arching my back cover in a dew from the release you gave me
begging for more you slow the rythem prolonging
this sensual torture beyond all imagination
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Was a snapping turtle now I'm just brick wall,
Earned what i souly deserve , you just ruin it all,
My life's is in ruins,
But getting better with every single strand,
And the effort that you put in,
Say you promise that you'll do it if you really can,
But people break them all the time,
Can believe in that all the time,
Hope I don't have to live with this for time,
If you believe me,
Its Time to stop being 17.
__________________________________
Nowadays its hard to gain success,
Never was the successful type I guess,
But once I knew myself enough to own it,
Ain't no secret to the things that I can do
To cure inside of my stress,
Speaking of stress , I been to hell with a green cap,
While I wobble like a pest,
When I got all big and tough to barely grasp it,
I was sure that my trials and tribulations
Didn't really get the best,
Static t.V's,
And tiny broken cassettes,
Bad financial fees,
And alot of stupid regrets,
Giant sap trees,
And the buzzing of the bees,
I could sure use a glass of ice tea inside my chest,
People you saw,
And all the people you know,
Watch the dogs gnaw,
And lick everyone's toes,
I could have a life better than this,
With dark inside my heart,
And fire down below,
I'm burning alive
I don't know why
With the fire in my heart
let my ignorance die
why don't you die
die down with the fire in my heart.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
Somewhere in between
a lover and a friend,
he is.
in disaster,
it shall end
I don’t think
we know what love is
I think
these words are
crumbling for you
my body was
the wind.
it had fallen through
my love.
is this
the only thing I can prove
because I am souly
flowing into me
being weightless and
in my thoughts about
where I can take this
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
We are all kings. A king who lives
By his own definition souly.
Finds himself constantly defending
Walls.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
Call me ******* to your mother because I cuh-cuh-couldn't feel the trembling heat reaking havok on the in thigh stubble. Ow! **** sorry stub my toe. I'm moving slow enough to double dutch with a couple couple cookie crisp. Ishy on the in dispute. Grarly upon the laudry booth smoochie smooching on farting fairies flarping from the ex-haust.
Sorry my brain feels soft ffrom the rock salt. Hoochie snoochie snooting snorks slimey nap-cloth. Froze from the several palms second had palsy freezing in the eager eggnog. Ice over sire's searing sultry silken sick souly sullen franklin flame Bob. Billy will wally dilly Dally caught a fifty fatty rattle ****** daddy daddy daddy daddy, Fat Father igloos freak me father freak me father freak me father Im chuching my maugwa. Ma saws my mucho munched muddy crusty killer toes rain, ***** Are you hearing me gravel up your ****** hairs hurting from the rusty ****** clamps. I'm krusty crab freaking funk got me wondering why? okay wize guy wicked wonder wall watch my quest for questioning Ghostface Killah. I'm Slaid Cosby I ****** your daugher younger than the fury from you first tooth.
I wish you spat my drizzle from the furry foster the kids frontporch pistol grip.
Hop scotch?
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
For the time has come, and all of us can see
You are not all is said to be
Land of the free, a promise of liberty
Only a distilled version of reality
Because in this world, our eyes will never meet
There is no connection between you and me
Could it be the remembrance of southern trees
Or the scent of magnolia in the breeze
For you to believe you are still better than me?
Be it colored, all that is outside of white
My people put up a good fight
Our eyes open but you wish them closed
Souly to be forgotten
Like the names of my ancestors I will never know
Years of despair
Our diaspora now everywhere
Your destruction sails from sea to sea
Berlin as the start, oh how you scattered us to parts
A tryst of greed with some tea
Railroads our only opened doors
Forced onto this shore, we had always wanted more
The motherland was never yours
But fear is the only language you speak
For the time has come and we all now see
You were never one to bring peace
And never what was said to be
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 5:42 PM UTC