That girl who sits silent all alone in the classroom.
That girl who holds up the door for whoever it should be.
That girl who speaks rarely, but when she does her words are poetry and melodies.
That girl who always wear black nail-polish and draws in her notebook.
That girl who smiles at you in the hallway.
That girl who pukes at the girl-restroom.
That girl who have to take care of her sister when her mom are laying drunk as always on the couch.
That girl who cries herself to sleep after watching herself in the mirror.
That girl who gets beaten up by the lockers just because she is a "freak".
That girl who came to school with a black-eye, but kept her mouth shut.
That girl exist.
That girl is maybe in your life.
Do you see her now?

By Arcassin Burnham

Waiting in the mountains of the past sins
That has lead me to this point in time where
All the people that I thought had cared,
abandoned Me in an icy cavern surrounded by
Several land mines and a thousand explosives
Beyond the land of survival,

Guiding my eyes to the wrong things in life where
I make every mistake known to man and hurt
The women that I loved and cared for in their
Desperate times,
Having an unfortunate life and short time spans
While increasing the horrors of my anxiety to
Throw me off the path to acceptance,

or maybe I just think too much.


http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/03/think-too-much.html

my back is killing me will come back tomorrow love you all in Jesus name

I see it.  When I thought it was lost. I seen it come I seen it go.  I even see it with others and others with it.  Yet I don't have it. I'm okay with that.

words stumble between teeth
this house has pitfalls instead of windows
silence is a stethoscope full of tears
in this girdle, the cage of pain
when the day’s edges play hide and seek
with my drained smile
I wait like a statue of salt
for this faraway yearning
to grow
curseless eyes