turn out the lights
and lock the door
my heart can’t live
here anymore

I beg don’t laugh
it’s not a joke
a heart won’t stay
where the heart was broke

my heart still beats
my heart moves on
but it’ll take some miles
til the cracks are gone

Many poems I read seem so sad
The poems fills your eyes with tears
This doesn't mean the poems are bad
But sometimes a poem should be filled with cheer

There is so much beauty to write about
Not just lost love, fears, screams and shouts

A poem can be about
Flowers or trees
A poem can be about
Crystal blue seas

A poem can be about
a ring of smoke
Or a beautiful girl
Or about the beauty
We find in this world

By Arcassin Burnham

"Assassin"

Heavy artillery to make the flowers grow,
But the gardens full of snakes so I had to show,
Feeling so anticipated , but on the contrary,
Noticed unloyal displeasure before you even talk to me,
Best one in town,
I'm good with guns,
Had a couple of calls come in,
Says he's on the run,
The whole primus is that I have unloyal friends,
Their not who they say they are,
And if they are,
Then Face an end,
Like no other to betray,
And what ever they portray,
Isn't exactly what they say.

"Paid off"

I push and I pull its not doing enough,
My blood of deception from my wrist , I cut,
I'm just talking so figuratively , I'm not dumb,
They laugh at religion , please get the nuns,
Evil Chaotic schemes to block out the sun,
Shining down on me , but the tan is no fun.