By Arcassin Burnham

I couldpour the passion into this conversation,
We could talk awhile and have more further relations,
It's okay to be a little shy due to persuasion,
Don't be lost from the fallen dreams,
Please don't put the blame all on me,
For making you head over heels for me,
There's nothing volatile in our chemistry,
I was wrong enough to lead you on in the making,
I'm always nervous that's why I'm shaking,
Composure fail,
The love prevails,
A little off,
Your skin is pale.

A dead body I met, she was someone who everyone did forget,
Whenever she complained, the only thing she did later was regret .
Her eyes had grown tired of being wet, thus decided not to weep,
A day for her was hard to realize, that sun did set, without eye's wept.
Horrified with being happy, that night she couldn't sleep,
Her past was dangerous, was mysterious , exactly like her, every layer deep.
She was helpless, she was hopeless, she was direction-less
She even was lifeless,i saw and turned depress and she in my mind did creep..
There were so many cuts on her body, yet it seemed section- less..
She knew what was right and what was wrong, yet she was action -less .
She had been stuck with some disgrace, was visible on her face,
Her simplicity in a complex world, seemed aimless,
It wasn't painless, but because she didn't want to part of a race,
She wore an anklet, made up of needles and lace,
With the caption "77", as her dead body's grace..
I wanted to console her, but before that she was gone,
**** these winters, I had turned this idiotic hot shower on ..

There's fire in your eyes, like my favorite lighter. I'll keep you in my back pocket even though I don't smoke anymore

They say "You can't stop me."
They mean "Pleas try and help me."
They'll tell you "Go away."
But pleas understand they want you to stay.
Because they feel alone,
and loneliness gets old fast.
Because in their heads they see nothing
but, the stretch marks on their legs.
The thoughts that run through their heads,
are about the fact that they cant go out with their friends
they have to save up to be able to afford food instead.
Don't look down on them because they work.
Don't look down on them because of their race.
Don't look down on them because you cant face
the fact that when they grow up...
They'll have more caricature in their pinky toe
than you ever had with that fake *** face....
And even if they fall down.
Get nocked down and locked away.
Some wont turn out ok
but you'll have that one, the Mandela of today.
Don't act like you would have turned out any better than they did.
And I hate to say this...
But my generation is ****.
Grow up, get over yourself....
I thought we were better than this....

She placed herself alone in a room with her thoughts that were dark.
She danced with the demons that lived in her head and she didn't fall apart.
This girl that I once knew with eyes so blue, danced with the demons inside of her head.
She spoke with them calmly and danced with them till dawn.
So they wouldn't cry when she was dead.

I met the man by chance on that riverside town.

The only one around at the deserted strand
I asked him the shortest way out
after I had my fill of the river.

He told me about the fish market
where the fresh catches arrive every morn
and the place ten minutes farther north
where if I slowed down
could catch the magnificent spectacle
of the orange orb thirstily dipping in the river
and if I stayed back for the night
would surely go insane
when the moon sets the river on silver fire
but if I was really intent on leaving
a half hour's drive would get me the highway.

I was thinking of the amazing mathematical probability
of my traveling over three hours to see the river
and his traveling ten minutes on a bicycle
to fetch his son from school on that riverside town
for our once-a-lifetime meeting on the life's highway
and then having him a permanent visitor in my memory
at sunsets and moonrises over the river.

What will our last deeds be when we are faced with death...
And will we prove to be inherently evil when we have no breath.
They say the memory that you leave behind is glorified.
And to live every day like its your last ride.

I am no better than anyone.
And I am no stronger than you.
But I understand my place in this world..
Do you?
I will not be content with stationary thoughts
Or paths the say they end but the world lays beyond.
I will not be content with this town, this state, this country.
Because I am not content with myself.

Be better they will say than you were yesterday.
Learn something new everyday.
I've learned that life douse give but mostly takes.
Its taken my innocence, its taken my purity.
Because I was not able to value myself,
I was not able to scream for help
But I've learned that he himself was harmed,
like he had harmed me.
So I have forgiven him for what he did,  but,not easily.
Because I understand what it dose to your mind
to be beaten brutally.
It is what it is, don't feel bad for me.
because like an angel with broken a wing,
I again will learn to sing.
Be carful and hold fast, because nothing in this life will last.