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By Arcassin Burnham

Out in a whisp,  I call your name,
Sitting under it would make a change,
For the both of us,
Its you or none of us,
For the strong affection we have under it,
When I love it's like....

looking up to a sky once blue,
begging for the world to turn back,
treating the heavens to a gift of life,

crying a name when it's only just a face,
ruining the things that you love,
staying and participating in the fight,

no need to put to rest or be afraid,
happiness and joyfulness can be restored,
we cant afford to lose you in other words die.

This mistletoe predicts our future.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2015/12/mistletoe.html
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
sol
Line
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
sol
I'm not ready for the struggle of the chase,
so you can stop it with the bait.
The
scariest
place to be
is on the
          edge...

                         the precipice
                             between
        keeping it together
                    and falling
                    into
          the abyss

Knowing
      that when you fall
you
    fall
a
l
o
n
e
I have everything, honey
*Except a **** to give about you
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
niamh
Roar
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
niamh
In poetry I find peace
And a voice that roars
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
A Lopez
Pain I have
Never
Known
Like
T
H

I
S
.
 Dec 2015 Chalsey Wilder
chimaera
It rains.
A truffled scent
glitters
in dead leaves,
naked trees.
Transudation
into the depths
of the night.
13.12.15
~~~
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25.12.2015
To her, silence was comforting, alcohol was numbing and loneliness was all consuming

She often times scared away her nightly slumber  
Her thoughts grew louder and more chaotic with every tick of the clock
She let her past mistakes consume her
Rummaged internally for answers to her actions that led her here
Lying on a mattress which sat on the carpet of a rundown apartment
Alone

To her, silence was comforting, alcohol was numbing and loneliness was all consuming

She kept eyes open all night looking and thinking and drinking
A lot of drinking to seize the thoughts that drowned her
She traveled back in her dormant state to find events she wished had happened differently Dreamt up memories where she never walked away
Or where she refrained from saying something in an outburst of anger
She was haunted by
Everything

To her, silence was comforting, alcohol was numbing and loneliness was all consuming

Her thoughts had begun to agitate her being Transforming her mind into a whirlwind of anger and helplessness
She sat up at the edge of her mattress with the palms pressed tightly against her eyes, shaking her head in a frenzy
Her hands migrated to her hair, gathering a hand full and pulling
Eyes stung with the tears that began to surface  She took hasty steps toward her counter in search of a bottle to console her for the night
The only thing that put an end to the chaos was
Alcohol

To her, silence was comforting, alcohol was numbing and loneliness was all consuming
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