By Arcassin Burnham

You maybe gone and my hopes and dreams have
Scattered about,
With all the spilling hatred covered in your pores
Filled with doubt,
I have no other way to see than a ride along with death,
The only way our lips will touch again is in my breath,
......My chest beats for another though......
If anything I hate to be the bear of bad news,
But I have everything going for me without you,
So I...

Wrap my lips around the glass and just drink away,

Sick and twisted fantasy of sadness hanging from the shadows
Parting our ways out of luck while lacking in filth and grime
Even though we don't ever really have the time to erupt and
Enjoy the beautiful carnations of breeding and overlooking the
Past due to our actions against reality and it's failed generations
And people with brain damage that can't even manage the time
And the effort to fulfill and deliver and prosper and change your
Whole reason for living with regrets and mistakes,
But what I'm saying is you should follow me,
I never mean any harm to all the energy,
All I want in this realm is your consistency,
But I just really hope you didn't forget me,
......My chest beats for another though......
If anything I hate to be the bear of bad news,
But I have everything going for me without you,
So I...

Wrap my lips around the glass and just drink away.

it tears me to pieces.
it literally ***** the life out of me.
 i am already so broken; having to forget another person i love? that will destroy me. 

she said ; the next one you open up too will have to pay for that. 
 you cannot fully forget; you distract yourself from thinking. you distract yourself to keep yourself sane. 

I am on this path of destruction and it is fueled by sadness.
   soon there will be nothing left of me. 
   that scares me. a lot.

She shimmers in front of me, translucent.
Waiting.
Waiting for me to step inside.
I do.
I always do.
She animates and we walk through life.
We put away the dishes and put away our words
When Mom asks for another favor or Sister gets mad for no reason.
We give hugs and she feels the love course through her.
I don’t.
I’m buried inside.
We go to sleep at 12:30, then I get up and go to school.

A new girl shimmers in front of me, translucent and waiting
Waiting for me to step inside.
I always do.
She animates and we walk through life.
We do our work, always on time, and, always on time
The bells ring and we drift through the halls.
We laugh with friends and she feels satisfied. She fits in.
I don’t.
I’m buried inside.
We are free of school at 12:50, but she never leaves.

I jump from girl to girl, role to role-
The loving daughter and sister, the A+ student, the stable friend,
The peacemaker, the easygoing giver, the girl who wants to go into medicine,
The happiest, most smiley girl you’ll ever meet,
The girl that everyone else needs me to be.

I can live like this.
Someone always needs to give.

But I still wonder what it would be like to experience life-
And not just by sitting on a window sill, with a laptop on my knees-
I wonder what it would be like to experience life for myself
And not for everyone else.

You fell in love with my poetry
But does that mean you know how to love me?
Have you ever loved a poet before?
Do you understand it may take a little more?

We see things more vivid than most people do
We may seem distant sometimes
Because we are

Lost in our thoughts or daydreams
Beautiful things will sometimes make us cry
I am telling you this so you don't have to wonder why

If you love a poet
You must not be the jealous type
If you ever plan to make a poet your wife

Our poetry is for everyone, not just you
This is something you must understand
If you want a poet to be your man

Sometimes our words will come out better on paper
Than when we are speaking to you
Sometimes we still might feel alone
No matter what you say or do

Do you really understand what it takes to love a poet?
Do not let our words intimidate you or expect to heal our scars
Just accept us for the beautiful souls we are

We will love you like no other
And the way we will show it will leave you smitten
We will again and again proclaim it through the poems we've written

When you love a poet
Each kiss will be a masterpiece
Each embrace will be the first and last

When you love a poet
They will be a puzzle
And you will be a puzzle piece

Its simply very easy.
Kiss them.
Hold them.
Make them feel safe.
Loved.
Wanted.

Then leave them.

Don't call them.
Don't text them.

Then show up out of the blue
With an
"I still love you"
On the tip of your tongue
With another girls Hickeys
Necklaced on your neck.

Keep your distance.
Call them late at night.
Fall asleep on the phone
To them.

Give them hope.
Remind them that
They
Haven't
Moved
On
At
All.

by Arcassin Burnham

....And you just took it all away,
thinkin you save the human race,
eyes to the skies and reaches of space to
give my feelings a whirlwind,
no one ever really
plays it safe,
I'm doing deeds to make you stay,
I've got eyes to thebsky and back against the pave,
and a hand full of silver dollars and jars filled with the freshest tea,
it'll take a life time for the emotions to cave,
in,
but the motto is live , die ,repeat,
put me through the motions and see how many bad reactions that will be bestowed upon me,
myself,
I've already done damage,
memories,
they hurt,
but I just say **** it.

A stolen glance a
Playful wink
Love eternal sworn in ink
Teacher confiscates the letters
Forced to read
Out loud
Beautiful sonnets that would
Make Shakespeare proud