She's sitting in a nearby booth
telling her friends a story.
"It was mid-day.
Like, the sun was, like,
directly above us"
I was on my way out,
so I did not catch the rest
but I secretly imagine it sounded like this:
"We were, like. almost exactly half way through,
like this twenty-four-hour period.
It was the opposite of, like, midnight -
like, the opposite of crickets, gazing at stars
and contemplating the utter insignificance of,
like, all life on this planet."
"It was all, like, birds chirping, and like,
one single star in a blue sky,
so close and so bright that gazing at it would, like,
blind you or something."
"It was like this pure moment,
like, a rush of endorphins, or adrenaline.
like there was nothing
that mattered more
than the two of us,
like, around twelve P-M, to be specific"
"It was, like, you know, lunch time.
So I asked if they, like,
wanted to hang out,
grab something to eat, maybe,
or maybe, like,
you know, do something else
it was now, entirely
a clear unknown looking face
that rose right before my very eyes
we played off
let our fingers bite the goddamn chains
skirts around from getting all locked up
what crept into my mind
when I nearly slit his vision through
before I could even take
my last pull
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I do. I do. I do. I do. I do. I do. I do. I do. I do. I do. I really do.
sometimes heal me
only yours can be the cure
But sometimes kill me
because it's like a sword
And when it does
you said I never listen
but I always did
The same line you'll repeat
that I am,
Who should I blame
for I am being such fragile kid
I need your love
I see there's love
but sometimes you love to hurt
and I am so sick of being hurt by the world
the last thing I'm asking is for your protection
so I have a safe space at least; home
It's not your fault
that I am so weak
Not your fault
that I am hurting
Never be yours
cuz I love you so
Never be yours
that I chose to not speak
Never be yours
that you don't get me
I can't resist
to toss my inner voice
when this almost heart spills
such devotional whisperings of prayers
without unsaying your name
they've already been purely calligraphed and written
I'd imagined that's where
the aid of all good and pretty things splatter
and don't just disappear
by Arcassin Burnham
On rainy days like this one here was just a wreck
in a short distant memory that only i can recollect,
i had to process the problems in my head to really
check on the thoughts in the air of my forehead to
break a sweat,
And you would have thought i pepped,
the people that push up my problems in a flash while
thinkin' back in this reality a man,
That i am more than them in every way to be exact
and not cocky but very optimistic to say i can.
Every time a sentence is spoke,
It can never be taken back,
Its out now for the whole world to hear.
Once someone opens their mouth and lets words drip out,
Those words are imprinted onto the world,
And time cannot be re-winded.
"So speak wisely," Everyone says,
But no one can seem to follow this small simple rule.
Why is it so difficult to think before speak?
Arguments can leave scars,
Lies and rumors can hold such damage.
Words have an impact, but many seem to forget,
As the letters dance out of their mouths and into thin air,
Already turning into a wild tornado storm and destroying who every is in its way.
Words seep deep within ones skin, burring in deep,
And burning that victim, as tears soon slip out and begin to fall.
"Words hurt," They told me,
But I never knew that they would make a tare in one's heart,
Damaging for a long time, and placing it in deep into one's memory.
Words have affect, words do hurt,
And words have a lasting effect,
So choose carefully before you let out a sentence that is filled with hurt.
My heart lives for just a male.
All for him, not anybody else.
Breathe, all of me in, and never exhale.
And because of him, I’ve learned to cherish thyself.
Showed me a love
That I’ll never forget
Oh my beloved,
I wish we could have met.
Teach me everything you know,
Promise to speak to me, every single hour
And always, be with me in the shower.
For, my lion, I’ll be your throne.
So now I lay, here in bed
Playing memories of you in my head
Searching for the love, you used to lend,
For my broken heart, to try and mend.
With material things
Pictures and words
Promises and lies
It make people forget
They forget what really matters
What is really important
They get too absorbed
In their pictures and words
A simple gesture
That's all we need
We get wrapped up in the technicalities
We complicate things
We add pictures and words
Even though we do not need them
To express ourselves
We have no need for these new languages
These new pictures and words
What we need is something old
Something nearly forgotten
It's older than the desert
Older than the ocean
Than the trees
Than the mountains
Purer than a snowflake
Or a child's laugh
Or a sunbeam
It requires no explanation
No pictures or words
It's something we all understand
Yet we have forgotten
We have forgotten it
What we need is love
Love that does not need explanation
That does not need pictures and words