The
distorted
feather of
cigarette
                 smoke
                                         trails
                              upwards.
             It dances
                                    on the
                                             first
                       wisp of wind;
escaping
                 the draw
                                 of cracked
                weasened
lips.
Lips
formed of
                                      withered apple skin
                                                         and stale coffee;
                                            of puckered
                         mouth
              and deep
inhales.
                             Hunched shivering
                                                       shoulders hoist a
                                                                                            shaky hand
                                                                                          toward the
                                                                                    face.
                                                A raspy exhale releases
                        another puff of smoky breath.
The icy air exaggerates
the capacity of old
and tiring lungs.

I foresee this rarely preempted fate.


I quit!

Many a notion I'd lay in indelible ink.
How the morning sun would harvest the contours of your face.
Accentuating...
Elevating...
Revealing...
Your majestic beauty.
Reminiscent of a different time and place.

Many a thought I'd pen in indelible ink.
When your breath meets with mine,
they'd hold their own conversation.
Deeply entranced,
In an everlasting dance
that would last forever.
Exchanging gaits of grandeur,
great longing and pine.

Many an inkling I'd etch in indelible ink.
The way my moon never gets eaten.
It'll balloon to its fullest...
Beaming it's brightest.
Seeping from its edges,
gushes forming rivers...
Bathing my earth in heavenly silver.
Calming the thundering hooves...
In my heart with rhyme and reason.

There are but three words...
Words so sacred I dare not utter in vain.
Proclamation so heavy my chest could hardly
hold in rein.

I've immortalised them here...
But in *invisible ink...

Because no one would understand...
Of emotions so grand.
No one would have a clue...
That...

Her failures
often
screamed
so loudly
that they
silenced
her dreams.

By Arcassin Burnham


Bad memories,
Now crossing paths with enemies,
Reputation been ruined,
Like Where's the friend in me,
Still searching for centuries,
Minus helecarriars,
But I notice the galaxy,
Wasn't meant for me,
And I deserve no love that might be out there for me,
Since the rest has failed so far,
Might as well skip the giving tree,
I remember when that use to be,
My favorite book,
Now I'm reading old time century,
Poetry,
I thought I still had the kid in me,
To strive and maintain,
Keep stress levels from the peak,
Get nervous everywhere I go even at public meetings,
To have to put in my hope that noone saw me,
Hands are shaking,
Heart is racing,
Can't control the feeling,
From the pain the bad memories will keep me healing.

Body, O  body
steady...staving off
the storm of Always,
(no tree, no forest sounded)
...a perfect calm...
when blown down.