When a group of humans converge,
convene,
in one place and all stand still
an amazing energy leaps
from person to person.
Standing solidly in a cavern that consumes them,
us,
we come together.
Unwittingly.
Unknowingly.
Subconsciously.
Next time you see a group of us in space look,
really look.
Notice how people’s feet move in the same way,
at the same time,
a soft shoe shuffle to right themselves.
The fates have crossed their life-lines for the merest fraction of a moment.
Notice how we all sway, like trees in the wind.
Or long grass,
we are fragile even if we pretend we aren’t;
we are breakable.
Our soft flesh and liquid blood leaves us almost as vulnerable as our minds do.
What about when two strangers eyes meet?
They turn away, embarrassed,
like they’ve seen too much.
Even if all they saw was a protein dye.
A group of humans in a room.
A band of men.
A tribe.
A pride.
Are we so human after all?

By Arcassin Burnham


girls in purple dresses,
swimming in the pond,
sure would be good,
if they didnt have anything on,
but thats the thing with lust,
in god we trust,
get the scars off your back,
telling him to save us,
i know the cause,
of destruction and the devastation,
i loved her impatiently,
so that caused her to break in pieces like animation,
my life is a spin cycle,
filled with suicidal teens,
waiting for their moment to shine,
recklessness by all means,
we rise the goonies,
you fall like who were they,
Leaf tops of the nearest trees,
dont let your doubts ricochet,
i think maybe you should check yourself,
before any doubt could be reached,
and for that you need extra help,
for the hell water you drink,
too many conflicts have happened,
making you sane,
imagining you still sang,
purple rain,
i say,
too many conflicts have happened,
making you sane,
imaging you still sang,
purple rain.