lotus in my hand,
alive and full of color,
smell the lovers dance.

He says things that sound iconic
Not that I would ever share
Some say love is so dishonest
But hearts can mend where liars tear.

By Arcassin Burnham

With the touch of your skin,
I can feel that you don't mind the pain,
your eyes are bold like sin,
to breathe all the air out of strain,

I came and I've shattered the weight of my stress
But I'm lying and slowly decaying like I'm dying but
Trying, to find a way to cope,
When life is tough don't lose your hope,
Don't let depression cut the rope,
Don't let others affect your growth,
It all takes time but sometimes it's slow,
I know,
Love I won't think to even leave you locked in
Those chains,
Telling me that you feel the same,
There's no way, To put aside belief,
I know that death will follow grief,
Don't you forget now baby please,
Sought chemistry like you and me,
The end won't come for you and me,
So sweet.


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I swam the night
to reach the shore
and today with baited lines
I fish for half remembered dreams.

Cold , clear water from that hand dug well could break a spell of thirst
faster than a July thundershower , quick as a swamp rabbit running Camp Creek , swift as a Bobcat scurrying to the top of a Sycamore Tree ...
Cool as a November morning , clear as Dad's list of chores , smooth as a
fresh brushed Quarter Horse , as welcoming as the evening view of home ...

The dove has flown away into whiteness,
The doe filled with an unborn verse.
Live, little poem- yet to be written-
And the words gnaw away like a dark wolf.

The eye of the world is on you,
The ink is drowning on my page.
The pearl of thought escaping
My oblivion born into a dark innocence.

Little poem yet to born
Up from the nightingale's journey
Into a subtle abundance,
Like an invasion of white lilies.

From my graveyard of angelic thoughts,
Flowing like a blind star,
The creature that is born
Like the Apple untouched in Eden.