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Arcassin B May 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


You made it right when you picked up the pieces that were shattered,
Phone calls made me realize,
Who would've known the smiles would hypnotize,
I never thought that I would win the prize,

Love.could.not.be so real,
Even When you fall down in the dumps,
it ain't no room for depression,
Heart for rent in this room staring at you no matter what I do.

Turned around and then slapped my face with no remorse,
I had enough trouble staring in those eyes,
you had the knife,
my back was the only thing in sight,
Injuring me was all smiles for you,

You made it right when you picked up the pieces that were shattered,

Phone calls made me realize,
those dial tones wasn't cool though,
My boys warned me that you were a ***,
No matter what I do in this situation , you'll still always be one of those.
©abpoetry2018

http://abpvalley.blogspot.com/2018/05/no-guns-in-valley-lp.html
Arcassin B May 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Growing old as a dead man,
living in the water.
All alone,no one to love,
faith that you believe in is faith that only I should have,
In such a world like this one,they will decide.
just to pick and choose what their hearts want to desire.

I could be the one to tell spill my heart out on the table.
hate me and then they love me , at the same time they're able.
why won't females take me as I am and not they want.
But all I get is girls that go behind my back and simply just taunt,
why  does love forsake me?

My mind nowadays doesn't focus on what the love brings,
visions in my head bring up exes and God it really stings,
what the **** is the purpose of everybody settling,
buying diamonds and pearls for people they were gossiping,
about , next you know everybody breaks up,
they just take a breath, lost whatever your mind makes up,
I thought she loved me,
I thought she cared,
she knew my moms and I thought it was okay,
but,
I must have did something wrong cause now she got her mind made
up packing clothes in a suitcase,
When I gave everything was it a ******* joke?
you don't got sense enough to look me in the face,
life lessons here , love is overrated,
don't you situate it,don't you complicate it,
people only replicate it.
live life by yourself to the end,
I know you like me but I tell you this as a friend.

I could be the one to tell spill my heart out on the table.
hate me and then they love me , at the same time they're able.
why won't females take me as I am and not they want.
But all I get is girls that go behind my back and simply just taunt,


I Don't Care What You Want.
©abpoetry2018

http://abpvalley.blogspot.com/2018/05/no-guns-in-valley-lp.html
trf May 2018
I herd these sheep in the silence of the lambo
I process trees into paper, smokin' ammo
A solo man on a mission like I'm rambo
Ernst and Young's got my ***** laundry handled.

I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As the crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes

Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.

Yea, rest in peace
You heard me twice, I didn't blink
Counting sheep
Your contract's ceased, I signed the ink
Time to sleep
I raise a glass to have a drink
I kissed your cheek
Rats don't have time to think.

I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As a crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes

Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.
Ya gotta love the lyrical stew of poetry in rap songs sometimes. Throw humble out the window and ball till ya fall. Hahahaha. This fun had to be done
Isla Apr 2018
The image of you
babe, it's like a tattoo
see the hues of those eyes
every time i close mine
and suddenly
i cannot breathe
****** darling
you've taken me
ehhhhh don't really like this one but I feel bad for not posting anything lately, sorry (it sounds better if you read it like a song or rap)
staysha Apr 2018
The night was long.
the air was cool
i had my earbuds in and i drift away
i start to sway with the breeze
the music just takes me away
My movements swift
as i move to the song whispering in my ears
It pulses and moves
Alive, the beat of the song its heart
The rhythm its movements twisting and turning
My body transported i am part of this creature
It move with my dance steps the tempo increasing
I am wild as a tiger
I am as docile as a mouse
I am elegant as a princess
I have grown a pair of wings
I sigh as the song starts to fade
Its beautiful song ends bringing me back to
reality.
Arcassin B Apr 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


This time,
I need a little more from this life,
This time,
Theres no more weaknesses in my mind,
This time,
This time,
This time.
Your ancestors and your family won't be proud of your lies,
the devil lurks from around corners provoking the mind and shadowing
Eyes,
Tell me how many times can you cheat
On her before she ends up with a different
guy,
Tell me will you ever change your ways
this time,
I fight demons everyday but more urges
trying to gain my soul,
I hope this doesn't really haunt me with
Struggles that might end up taking me
whole,
How does it feel to know that probably
one day you might go to hell when you
die?
I'm hoping the most high will give me
Some wings fly..

This time,
I need a little more from this life,
This time,
Theres no more weaknesses in my mind,
This time,
This time,
This time,
Hope that I could get a chance to fly,
To somewhere that's high,
Like the astral plane,
Eating all the plums off the tree of life,
Once again in this life this time,
I wish I could fly,
‎right through my mind's eye,
‎A brand new life,
‎For a short time,
‎To look in Gods eyes.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/04/tree-plums.html
The clock drips by
never asking
why you’re waiting
just mocking
as the hands
draw
idly by
listening
to the shivers
and the sighs
three hours
have passed
each moment
I prayed
they would last
and stretch across eternity
to exist in perpetuity.
The anticipation
drags by
it’s always worse
when you’re high
where each touch
is just all too much
there’s no time
to serenade
when you’re holding a grenade
between shaking thighs.
Stefania S Feb 2018
wandering, lost
rugged highway
vines aloft
simple
sails
ragged nails
heart's a'torn
mourning bourne
forest night
naked morning light
withering grass
rolling sass
southern nights
warbler's flight
winter-thatched
spring to hatch
only here, no where near
go away
foggy sway
willow bend
arms to lend
nightly swoon
that ******* moon
Hannah Zedaker Jan 2018
All my wishes, they manifest too soon.
Here we go again, the same dance; slow.
It left me there, under the bright blue moon.

Your promises fly by as loons,
signaling me in my cue to go
All my wishes, they manifest too soon.

The world's music of the night held me to swoon,
so, I missed the bus to your show
It left me there, under the bright blue moon.

I hope, I cry out to the beauty of that blue moon
for a chance, maybe these versus may flow
all my wishes, they manifest too soon.

the strings I play hum a broken tune,
but the breeze is forgiving, bringing me those tears in the sky that glow
It left me there, under the bright blue moon

Now, I share a meal with the sister of noon
sitting lonesome and caress the grass below
All my wishes, they manifest too soon.
It left me there under the bright blue moon.
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