a romance stronger than *** egos not
ever known just a sweet touch of afar and
birthdays and christmases
keeping in touch through the
long distance fog of so many years
she makes cakes I taste
by her descriptions
only
we fuss
like we live together
and we have never touched
I told her my secrets she absorbed
and I held her through some dark times
in absentia just my voice
she cried on my virtual shoulder
I loved her so many times
in my imagination
we have made love so many times
by words
that's my muse

When his hands dance in the night,
the moon quiets down to sleep.
Maybe he's awake at this hour again,
who knows what the day will bring.
I'm in love with the absence of hurting;
like this; my shins splitting with dancing
so much with my own insecurities.

i've written you in and out of all my poems,
every single part of you expressed in each of my delicately placed words.
but it's not enough.
it's never enough.
i have an insatiable hunger to let the world know how i feel,
not just about you,
but i guess, sort of, about everything.
i've learned that it's easier to just write about your eyes.

By Arcassin Burnham


Do you know all that peace brings in May?
Love you give is strange , gives much malaise,
If every word you say is true , mark the words you say,
other than that I do not have time to waste,
My life never goes anywhere but in flames,
could your douse my fire , I don't wanna escape,
Or we could lust til the sun comes up in this open space,
then after you hate my guts and then delete my page,
And you know,
we only got one and one is not enough in a system
and country corrupted with minimum wage and a half
decent plate of food that could be poison,
how can you maintain?
only with the words you say and you know.

It comes
The tempest
Blowing slow to fast
And goes down
Leaving the ships
Shattered on the shore
And some of them
Capsize in the sea

I searched inside myself to realize
there is nothing left to find.
A heart of stone and eyes that never cry,
a confused and twisted mind.
My soul is cold and black as starless nights, never meant to shine.

I know i am just a no one born on forsaken lane.
Belonging nowhere except to the house of pain.
There is no peace within me, no compassion i can claim.
A ******* of the world is my bane.
Will someone tell me my name?
I am a man without a name.


I searched inside myself to realize...there's no one left to find.