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"whits" poems
By Arcassin Burnham I lay beside you my bestfriend, Hold hands with you my bestfriend, We laugh, We live, We play, We love, Swear you intrigue me bestfriend, Open arms for you my bestfriend, The world knows about you my bestfriend, Your beauty is gift, And I, Lay my hand apon your cheek, _______________________________ I was at my whits end, Leaving her was like the abilicle cord I could not cut, Lost Archangel running away, The clouds could not hide you from me, You putting your trust in me, Now I'm a distant memory, Nothing more but a bunch of condoms in the backseat, I can't breathe , When you say that, I can't deal though, Fine then leave, ______________________________ Will I Always care, Open up so many days, Use to like your magic, Loved your madness, Lusting over your sin, The laughter made it seem okay, But love this day I have no limits, For I could be the Superman you've always wanted, But will I Always, Be a stranger to you, Blind spot to you, Embarrassed to face that virtue, Afraid afterwards to face you, You went away, And that's why you won't ever hear me say, Will I Always,............................ .....................be the one.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
"Beautiful Lady Friend / Deal Though / Will I Always"
We have all lived these lies before. But fortunately for you The ungodly mystics Have come to blur the logistics. ~Jamais vu reducing you to presque vu~ Normal adults with abnormal hearts Bodley sensations Perceived as memories. Is this all consciousness seems to be? Accept it & venture on. Nature lover wildflower I am mine. Before I am anyone else's. Sendoff the catharsis of psychopomps Abandon ship Engage in privet talks with Psychonautes Denounce the war in my mind Between who I am and want to be. For it’s a privlige to be a kaleidoscope Forever changing color Ambitious zeal Misguided hope Artistic creation Misanthrope Elegance in a nonfigurative sense, Perceptual flashes of internal concepts Decomposition on the Hawaiian Island Lose of whits somewhere past the horizon. Island fever.
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Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
"Reality of Reality"
They tell you impossible They tell you never happens well is it possible that a man who left a school is a man we all look up to and we mention his name when it comes to physics. is it possible for a woman who used to serve soldiers and treat there wounds when she is just a none and to be known by nurses til this day. is it possible that a fighter from Kentucky who was treated differently for his religion become one of the best known boxers of our time. is it possible for a black nation to rise to freedom breaking the chains of slavery by a mans voice of freedom that is on blacks and whits tongues til this time and is celebrated for his courage. is it possible for an Indian man to free his country from colonization and gather them to be one wall and one body against there enemy. Now I ask you can you achieve the possible? can you look at these greats and become the greatest. can you look past the I can't and I will not? Face you fears as Nike say impossible is nothing rise up and fight life with fists of steel. cause no one can stop you and no one will. the only thing that can hold you down is you and God. Achieve, fight , sweat and bleed and you will get to a thing we all want. Not to be great but to be legends
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
Impossible
When? And a told rise of climate Special speed to them, the more we then The greater the fate... Whits in unison, time is a reach... Powers of unction or lucre Time is a shadow of whether, we insist Paces of control, and the help of the future... True... The watched for inertia, here Is a fear in total live, and lets share due Given the age of need, are you redoubt or near? Patience is such a walking nightmare... Presence for a friend, is a whole order to tame a thought... Powers that be, seek a question nobody has forgot, where... Passion is for a fool's errand, to remember what is not... The look of callousness... Turning for simpler silences to deal with Adding a habit, in gray sources and duly the imagination lest With a knowing hand, the reasons of valor, to intone is...
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Mar 14, 2023
Mar 14, 2023 at 7:48 PM UTC
U.S.S. Nautilus Made My Day...
Something about you is so new and exciting Giving me feelings I don't feel like fighting I don't mean to be forward or to come on too strong but it seems to be mutual will you say if I'm wrong? So keep taking my hand without hesitation and keep being impulsive without preparation You'll never regret it I give you my word Tell me if I'm foolish or sounding absurd I stand here like atlas the world on my shoulder The people around me have only grown colder Your caring and warmth took me by surprise I saw what I wanted deep in your blue eyes I've never been lower than when we first met but the pain I was feelin' you made me forget You pushed her from my mind with your gentle gaze and left me to wonder my head in a daze Now you're far away but still in my head I can't help but wish you were here in my bed But enough of my hopes and my wandering dreams I still feel I'm tearing apart at the seams So stitch me up proper with fine threads of trust and pull them through sweetly with a needle of lust My mind is tattered but my whits are keen my intentions are ***** but my hands are clean I'll massage your back and rub your neck There won't be a need to keep me in check I'll bring you flowers and take you out to eat Perhaps even new shoes to get you off your feet If I search for you just what will I find? Until I have found it you'll be on my mind With something to hope for and nowhere to be I'll sit here and wonder if you're thinking of me That may be unlikely I may not have a clue but whatever the case I'll be thinking of you So let me get to know you I won't press romance but I won't stop it either Will you give me a chance?
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Jan 14, 2010
Jan 14, 2010 at 10:27 AM UTC
A new Pretty Face
Something about you is so new and exciting Giving me feelings I don't feel like fighting I don't mean to be forward or to come on too strong but it seems to be mutual will you say if I'm wrong? So keep taking my hand without hesitation and keep being impulsive without preparation You'll never regret it I give you my word Tell me if I'm foolish or sounding absurd I stand here like atlas the world on my shoulder The people around me have only grown colder Your caring and warmth took me by surprise I saw what I wanted deep in your blue eyes I've never been lower than when we first met but the pain I was feelin' you made me forget You pushed her from my mind with your gentle gaze and left me to wonder my head in a daze Now you're far away but still in my head I can't help but wish you were here in my bed But enough of my hopes and my wandering dreams I still feel I'm tearing apart at the seams So stitch me up proper with fine threads of trust and pull them through sweetly with a needle of lust My mind is tattered but my whits are keen my intentions are ***** but my hands are clean I'll massage your back and rub your neck There won't be a need to keep me in check I'll bring you flowers and take you out to eat Perhaps even new shoes to get you off your feet If I search for you just what will I find? Until I have found it you'll be on my mind With something to hope for and nowhere to be I'll sit here and wonder if you're thinking of me That may be unlikely I may not have a clue but whatever the case I'll be thinking of you So let me get to know you I won't press romance but I won't stop it either Will you give me a chance?
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This is creation i have lost all hope in gravity hanging here from the bottom of the world on a million miles of dental floss i have simply lost struggling to fight at any cost I am a toast to a sober night the inducer of plight i can't write anymore this is not me it is the last fiber in my existent being I no longer exist I'm at the end of my whits the beginning of vast nothing
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Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Dangle... Dangle
I'm into psychedelics and long night of, elapsed time spent reading poetry, written by obscure personas attempting to find solidarity the cosmoroma of life makes me spin -- is it really 4 a.m again maybe the third dose of emotions Are causing my unnatural adderall implosions. Iv done this before and ill do it again   Stay up all night and indulge The war in my mind between who i am and want to be. Ambitious zeal A thirst for passions artistic creation A fear of not being what i want   decomposition on the Hawaiian Island Lose of whits somewhere past the horizon. island fever
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Razzmatazz
You say i'll never be secure I'll always be the one jealous of her. I think she's just who you'd prefer. You only see skin color. I'm pale and thinner. Maybe if I was thicker, hair was longer, You wouldn't long for her. Or have me thinking im mediocre and crying all October. I was hoping our memories would hold you over. It's my birthday, no reason to stay sober. Try to remember me before I made mistakes, i just wanted to explore. I got ahead of myself, i wandered too far. Fell from a cliff tryin to get my **** licked. Lost my inocence, then got lost in your forest. Wanted to climb sequoias, now all I gots a toothpick, and kindling, but I cant keep our flame lit. so my hearts ripped and my minds split. Do I choose love, do I choose happiness? Do I walk away? i wont hear the end of it My heart knows what my mind dont admit. I could drive myself crazy, loosing my whits. So i walk slow follow the signals, see it from your angle, stare out my window, watch the smoke flow. I never wanna see you go as easily as this wind blows my clouds low, away from my home. Try to grasp it, but it slips through my hold. Always felt like you broke the mold. Everyone before you was placebo, you were my libido. Turned me into a loving creature, instead of who I am now, feral with fever. ******* for leisure, smoking until I cant see clear. Wish I could go back to who you knew last year.
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
Insecure
*I know not where you bestow; Which ghost has passed the row Of roses in your charms & deeds? Each posy-as in our Winter-sleeps. I know not where your atoms stray; In bright whits of a Summer's day? Yet in true piety, Heaven made rare, Every strand of your lovesome hair. Where do the stars sit, if not found In those spheres of blue all round? I do not pretend to know she's there. She's somehere, but I know not where.*
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
I Know Not
I took four pills in hopes I'd sink, and then took four more to **** this sting. The ache in my chest isn't going away. I'm not fading into my bed like the usual haze. Have I built up that much of a tolerance? I think I need something stronger than this. My medicine is running out and surely without it I will die. But I've been told before that you can't die from anxiety or panic attacks. I think that's a lie. Because when the things I can't control come rushing in, my heartstrings rip, tear, and break. And I know for a fact that you can die from that. Loss of breath, loss of air, loss of oxygen. Just sum up everything to loss. What stage am I on? I think there are five, but every single one I go through I think that I'll decay. It's like a constant circle of words on replay. Those words that affect me and hinder my day. Regressing is not a good feeling. Remembering is not a good feeling. Feeling is not a good ******* feeling. Can't I just go back to being numb? Can't I just go back to before you lit me up with your sun. Light shines on a corner in the room. Bodies entwine. But this is not a cure or a solvant for what's happening inside. You say you're not like the rest, But I can't help but feel like I'm the cause of this mess. I enter lives and then they end up destroyed. I am a walking breathing shock wave of feelings. And everything leads back to leaving. Run, run, run. Be sure not to play with guns. Or knives. Sharp objects have to be hidden from sight. I dare you to speak your mind. You are confined to four walls, getting shots just to conform inside. God forbid you have a thought in your own head. God forbid you actually speak. But speaking reality just turns into screaming. And then it's a battle of whits and fists. Fighting the knots tied to your wrists. Thrashing in a cold bed, four white walls closing in. Please, please, please don't touch me again. Please, I'll conform, I'll take your stupid pills, I'll pretend like I'm normal. I'll shut up and fall in line, I'll take the shot right into my spine. I'll go limp, and fade away. And then will come another day. But tomorrow, don't worry, I'll have nothing to say. I've learned my lesson I promise. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of this. This is substance. Sustanance. This is my soul leaving my body. This is me losing time. I guess somewhere inside, though, there is still a fight to shine.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Fight for Life
I took four pills in hopes I'd sink, and then took four more to **** this sting. The ache in my chest isn't going away. I'm not fading into my bed like the usual haze. Have I built up that much of a tolerance? I think I need something stronger than this. My medicine is running out and surely without it I will die. But I've been told before that you can't die from anxiety or panic attacks. I think that's a lie. Because when the things I can't control come rushing in, my heartstrings rip, tear, and break. And I know for a fact that you can die from that. Loss of breath, loss of air, loss of oxygen. Just sum up everything to loss. What stage am I on? I think there are five, but every single one I go through I think that I'll decay. It's like a constant circle of words on replay. Those words that affect me and hinder my day. Regressing is not a good feeling. Remembering is not a good feeling. Feeling is not a good ******* feeling. Can't I just go back to being numb? Can't I just go back to before you lit me up with your sun. Light shines on a corner in the room. Bodies entwine. But this is not a cure or a solvant for what's happening inside. You say you're not like the rest, But I can't help but feel like I'm the cause of this mess. I enter lives and then they end up destroyed. I am a walking breathing shock wave of feelings. And everything leads back to leaving. Run, run, run. Be sure not to play with guns. Or knives. Sharp objects have to be hidden from sight. I dare you to speak your mind. You are confined to four walls, getting shots just to conform inside. God forbid you have a thought in your own head. God forbid you actually speak. But speaking reality just turns into screaming. And then it's a battle of whits and fists. Fighting the knots tied to your wrists. Thrashing in a cold bed, four white walls closing in. Please, please, please don't touch me again. Please, I'll conform, I'll take your stupid pills, I'll pretend like I'm normal. I'll shut up and fall in line, I'll take the shot right into my spine. I'll go limp, and fade away. And then will come another day. But tomorrow, don't worry, I'll have nothing to say. I've learned my lesson I promise. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of this. This is substance. Sustanance. This is my soul leaving my body. This is me losing time. I guess somewhere inside, though, there is still a fight to shine.
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And so I am nothing No I don't mean I am physically not here or mentally a burden. But something told me once in the distance that I. Am. Nothing. What truly is nothing? It's a state of being, provided by the unforgivable truth that this realm, this place of living. Simply does not exist. The storm clouds ****** you in, A whirlwind of juxtaposition screaming it can't be true! There's gotta be something more to this. But still, I am nothing. We keep pulling our whits together to make believe that love will save us. Whether it's the tender hand placed on your back or the loving grip of the soft skin that turns to wrinkles that show the true ending of the story. We are all made to turn to ash. I am still nothing.
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC
The Realization
Past at my ankles with every step Future rolling over me without sleep. Is there a way to replay the past without sulking in regret Or am I stuck replaying good times waiting for my death?
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
whits end
The night is young Where should we go To wonder off to no mans land, You play a great game Having me fall in love over again We sink into love quicksand, You told me you'd never hurt me Now I have nothing to show for my time and effort, To see me down brings you comfort Comfort to know I'll never depart For you hold the key to my heart No family no peers for this I have reached my Whits end To think we were once friends
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
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