If only a little eye of newt,
or mandrake root, or hemlock bark,
could turn these loathsome suitors
into lovers handsome, tall and dark.
They paste their unappealing photos
next to profiles trite and silly,
and send flirtations cut-and-pasted
into the ether *****-nilly.
Don’t you know my time you’ve wasted?
I have no interest in your wooing.
Instead of listing your opinions
there are things you should be doing:
Learn to listen, read more books,
lose 15 lbs and use some manners.
Answer emails, learn to cook,
travel widely, study language.
Say what you mean, do what you say,
you’ll find a date without delay.

I haven’t found the witches’ brew
that will turn boys into men.
'Til then with dating I am through,
and bitter missives I will pen.

By Arcassin Burnham

To a box filled with rocks you are nothing
More than just a loose human being,
You pray to your false idols,
everything Goes down hill ,
it's just not what it seems,
Filled with all of the rage that you got from your
Past but you can not stomach dreams,
When life hands you lemons just take a breather
And **** back the gun and just squeeze,
Slang and suicide mixes but life will go on like
Ghost of the Titanic,
There are so many questions,
When will we see our end?
When will we see each other panic?
Blazing with fire and acquainting the seasons of
Summer and fall,
Learning where all your conditions will end up
With suffering through it all,
In faith.


/


This is a beautiful hell,
I wonder what it wants,
I wonder If it'll prevail,
have I done something wrong and is pretending right
Now not to remember cause it's kind of hard to tell,
This is a beautiful hell,
Filled with blue and purple roses,
The smell is like a Sunday afternoon just cleaning
The dishes and embracing the soap,
Thinking all your sins could be forgiven,
But your mind moves in parallel,
This is a beautiful hell,
Get me out of this dream cause it's certainly
Not a night terror,
Can't compare,
The useless things to the more worthy things
But I'm here,
In this loop garden where everything happens
The same way it was meant to,
No outcome to the issue,
just let them forget you.


/


Somethings coming my way
if its beautiful and full of love i'll let it stay
onging sessions have me in daze
today i'd say its not my day

Hate to be the bear of bad news but
I have to let you know that I got someone
To protect,
In my care,
I won't bare to see them hurt,
Their skin is cold like a blizzard,
Id do anything for them besides to leave and
Cross the earth,

somethings coming my way
facing dues without the pay
starting off on a clean slate
to do right by someone else is like a dream
of eating cake.

Write a poem that a man can understand
A man that doesn't understand them
I read to him and he seems confused
Would it be easier it I spelled it out:
I  L o v e  Y o u .

I don't care what land we end up in.
Narnia, Middle Earth, purgatory....
It doesn't matter to me.
Just hold me.

More people should
do their homework,
if they did,
there would be
healthier conversation
and less devastation.