Your eyes smoulder with an imagination that is even bolder than I could have dreamed and colder than this toxic air we've been forced to breathe.

You write poetry across your face to form a Gas mask of rythym, blocking out the hate yet sealing in ideas that might frustrate you.

You hear the birds in the trees and you read the articles in every magazine, you take in information like the bees to the Queen.

Your thoughts radiate an aura surrounding your entire body, you bleed history and pop culture facts, you need the written word like an addict needs their cigarette packs.

You're empathetic to your core, you feel what everyone else does so you hide yourself in your mind until you can categorize the emotions from the lies.

I know you can feel the love in your heart even through all the cracks, like a weathered and torn apart roadmap but you're taped together perfectly and even with a few wrong turns you always find your way back to me.

When I come home at night
I lock my doors
and draw my shades
like an allegory of something
long forgotten that itches
six inches deep
I turn my old radio on
and a song is sung
like a toothache
from sometime in the past
I set another place at the table
don't ask me why
for the same reason there are
no longer any shotguns
or guitars in my house
but there is lotion for my hands
each blister another
bloodshot moon
my yawn a blessing in disguise
I search the bookshelves
I built from lumber
from the tumbled down barn
I read books the dead light
their stoves with
and some that howl
like a pine on a ridge
and all these maps
these photographs
I wasted nails on
when they hung on the wall
but I'm tired of mending
all the small holes
so I leave them there
open and empty
to remind me where
the heart goes.

I ran... from what I wanted the most of all.

his mind is my favorite place to be

six thousand languages
and there are still no
arrangement of words that
could begin to describe
how much i love you

By Arcassin Burnham


Please tell me what you think,
from the boat we sink, We don't even gotta
float love,

We could get drunk on a mountain if we
want too,

Praying to the lord that has too much on his
plate,
theres no reason to look above,

contemplating , he just wants me to worry
about you,

Weakness,
your touch,
our bed,
stimulate,
tasteless,
Like what we gon' do?

The things,
we drank,
make us,
weightless,
Thinkin',
Where we gon' fly to?

Please tell me what you think,
from the boat we sink, *We don't even gotta
float love,

We could get drunk on a mountain if we
want too.