By Arcassin Burnham


For you..
i'll go.
Your way, and,
feel..
my hopes, come crashing in,
i..
want you.. to know, that,
you..
matter.. to somebody,

the quiet girl,
in a cold world,
in a group home,
with a bunch of mean girls,
not lady-like,
but you were a pearl,

tending to your lonesome's guilt,
everything is not beauty and made of silk,
but the only boy you ever loved since kindergarten gave
you the slip,
Meanwhile i was lost,
until i saw you,
what you do is real,
like a human's point of view,
hail the quiet one,
she will reign supreme,
For the ******* you've been through,
You deserve to be a queen,
with the throne and all of its wonders,
trying to find some purpose for the summer,
its just the way you talk that makes me concerned,
hurting and sitting in rain and thunder,
but i was always, i was always here...


For you..
i'll go.
Your way, and,
feel..
my hopes, come crashing in,
i..
want you.. to know, that,
you..
matter.. to somebody,

talking to you and making jokes and knowing your worth,
swear it can't be compared,
loosening my attention like the shy kid that only
appears when no one is there,
give me permission , wait on my opinion just so you
could feel good about yourself,
feeling like you will always be alone in a cold world,
that's not good for your health.

Never trust the establishment
They do not exist for our benefit
For they believe  that we exist
For their convenience
Their only purpose is self-perpetuation
And they think that our only function
Is to accommodate that purpose
Whereas our true cause should be
To get rid of the *******

                                        By Phil Roberts

By Arcassin Burnham

How did I sleep on this?
How did I manage to keep myself in this charade
Any longer then I need to even fathom if I believed you,
It still wouldn't be the same,
Everyone is a victim,
Pushing lies on one another just to see how it
Will impact them,
I've been there,
Done that,
For sure it wasn't an impact,
It was an improvement to see how fake people
React,
Thinking out loud,
Days have became a bit solid and filled with
Magnolias,
Sorry that there's no trace of psychedelia,
Just me and a couple of snacks with a liter root beer
Sitting in the corner of grandma's room,
Flowers keep blooming outside putting roots on
The wall and savoring the roof.

By Arcassin Burnham


I Hope you look at me the same way even in death as you breathe your last breath
floating up as well,
I bet there would be a bunch of welcoming arms leading you to where I and the
angels play , its going well,
Just to see your pretty face again will be blessing even in heaven
where we reside,
And Love i promise i will never leave you ever in that life again now we
could sleep in paradise,

Glad we ran to the light,
Swear on that earth we would fight,
I don't know whatever reason but i regret everything i said to you that
you didn't like,
Glad that we,had lip-locked eyes,
commencing love , at first sight,
You would always laugh when i said the dumbest things on our first date,
then i told you babe i wonder what heaven looks like,
And now we're here together,

But i use to hate when you said you thought i didn't care,
But i do.

Temptation need not be confused with conviction.
Of course I feel the pull of wicked ways,
But the lure is not my Oddessey.
I could write a thousand sins,
Repent, inevitably repeat, and lie
I am ruled by a crooked rage
A poisoned oak in a forgotten wood
Rotting, to the grave I wear this facade.

I just keep getting sicker
Congested with these thoughts
Wheezing, hacking away
But it's viral and it's spreading
Taking over cells one by one
They say it's only a cold
They say it's all in my head
*And they are right

By Arcassin Burnham  

I search to find the truth in
you and all these places,
But the information turns purple
and loses its breath Each time,
Can't put the stress on my body
enough to see all these Faces,
But the circumstances are falling
out of silver colored skies,
Limit all of your chances,
Time to make some changes,
You've spent your whole life in
a house where people Don't get the message,
Why the long face,
why the sense of unenlightened feelings,
Like a punch in the face each time
I make mistakes,
For that....
the information has died.