Wandering these darkened hallways
The shadows faintly murmur hymns
Of solitude and sadness, loss and misery
The paintings on the wall stay silent
But the sorrow in their eyes
Cuts into my lonely soul
And freezes me inside....

Memories of love and joy begin to fade away
As the darkness wraps its hands around
My ever-sinking heart
In tragedy she spoke to me
On that day so long ago
She graced my lips with hers once more
On that day so long ago
One last time....

These lonely corridors of shame
Seem to speak to me at night
Seem to whisper loving words
Assaulting every thought
And in the nighttime, all alone
Wandering the dusty halls
It would seem those loving words
Aren't imaginary....

Do I hear footsteps in the distance?
Wandering these quiet halls?
In the bleak december moonlight
I can see nothing at all
But I hear breathing, Is that laughter?
It's too far away to know
Round the corner, getting louder
Can't ignore its siren call....

Tears, 'twould seem, have fallen here
On the old, expensive rugs
Underneath my naked feet
Not laughter, but tears....

I begin to run towards the sound I can't ignore
My heart pounds with unknown terror, but I have to know
Who is here? What do they want?
My God, are they even real?
I dare not turn on the lights
For fear of losing them again....

I stop.

Poetry whispered in her angelic voice
I collapse onto my knees and weep
My angel has returned, to save or torment me
Returned from eternal sleep
Still she speaks, ever so softly
Her words tear through my fragile mind
Whispers to me of her longing,
Of her wish to still be mine....

"Stop! Please! I beg of you!"
I plead with tears in my eyes
She continues whispering
Words of undying love
Rage, a sudden rush of blood
How dare she continue this?
Jumping to my feet, I swing my trembling fist

Suddenly I realize
What has happened all along
And in the light of the new dawn I see my bleeding wrists
Lying on my back I see the face of my beloved
Radiant with icy death she reaches out for me....

I close my eyes
And then I die
"Forever mine", my final words
Smiling weakly
Spirit leaves me
She is mine
And I am hers.

By Arcassin Burnham




Feet for stepping,
You don't have to step all over me,
Break your leg if I have to,
You annoyingly,
So induced with so much feeling,
To put me down willingly,
We were all born to die scientifically,
Not enough love in this world,
If this is his world,
Why does his world,
Keep overthrowing , twirling in curls,
Pregnant teenage girls,
Homeless people on the street,
What if world beyond the universe,
Hung like a leave on the tree,
That gives life,
Don't let it fall.

running
not for or from
not to or fro
just one foot in front of the other.
not really counting
not steps
not miles
not minutes, seconds, or calories
just a rhythm
pounding
pacing
pulse quickening
breathing deeply
settling steadily to the sound of my footfalls
the mindless carrying on of my legs
a welcome counter to the emptying of my head

A lump began to grow and my stomach began to churn
The girl who promised to always stay tiptoed slowly away
Tears start to well up in my eyes but I swore this time I wouldn't cry
There's always someone better, life is full of the feeling of inadequacy
I'm sorry I could not be what you need. I'm sorry that weeds have grown in this heart of mine instead of the flowers you deserved

Sly and dark
is the Monster
that lives within
Her cruelty
knows no bounds
Hearts are *****
Left torn and ******
They never see her coming
Sly and dark
She does devour
Leaving one
Blind and Hollow