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i
caught
a glimpse
of
your
alluring eyes
but
you
swiveled
them away
with no
sign
of
vigilance
within
and
all
of
a sudden
an
indescribably
pain
grew
in intensity
inside
of
me.
What if sound was robbed,
Held at gunpoint
And smuggled away
From me
Into a duffel of contraband.

What if songs became nothing?
What would I
Do? As the bus
Bounces up and down,
When the sun hasn't
Yet stolen it's kiss.
The window yields
Bland scene
And I would recognize
The silence
In the detestful
Way I do
When I forget the wires.

What if his voice
Was gone?
Could I remember it?
Could I fill in sound as his
Lips moved,
God
All I'd ever see
Would be lips.
And I don't like mouths as it is.
But maybe
They'd be my new wires
And my eyes would follow
Their parted
Movements, enamored.

What if instructions were silenced
And I was left to guess at
What to do?
Emergency situation
Stealing my life away
Because I couldn't hear
Anything about
The oxygen supply
Above my head.

I'd perish in silence.

Would I speak?
Or only write?
Would I feel heard
If I could barely fathom listening?
The moonlight was sieving
over the dews-sipped grass;
the flies, in their elements,
zoomed with a flourish
and belted out a song of praise:
the orchard is rich in sweetness,
the young apples are juicy,
the branches are the cradles,
and the leaves are fluffy couches.
God be praised for this blissful beauty,
God be praised for this feast.
we visit this place
when the sun retires to bed,
and the moon lit the path.
O Almighty!
this is for you
'Thank You'
for the silvery lamp!
O Almighty!
this for you
'Thank You'
for the soft sofas!
O Almighty!
this is for you
'Thank You'
for the comfy swings!
O Almighty!
this is for you
'Thank You'
for the luscious fruits!
O Almighty!
Thank you for this song
that flew passed through our lips!
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everything about you
makes me want
to caress every crevice of your skin,
learn every winkle and imperfection
in your distraught face.
your eyes speak wonders to those
of the untold caverns you dig
in your inner most sanctuaries.
Although your sanctuaries bring
the only hurt your body will ever feel
you treasure them like they're detrimental
to your being.
how horrifyingly beautiful it is
to see your current state of mind.
How it seems the devils touch ran
through your veins.
You've turned so horribly evil
and it's riveting.
I love all of your ****** up tendencies
and it amazes me how beautiful
you actually are.
Through every scar of your skin
and every droughty word that
flows from your mouth.
Infected with poison, and every touch
to your lips.
Needing more of the morphine your blood draws.
you drank my feelings like it's the only
thing you know how to do.
you're so dangerous and I love it.
I adore the dangerous nature of your actions.
your presence is enough of a mystery
to keep me attracted
to the lights in your dim eyes.
Beautifully simplistic.
The constant feeling of drowning
suffocation.
No regeneration, and no hope.
Waving goodbye to dreams and prospering amenities.
Nothing can hurt you anymore,
you've felt it all before.
Nothing in this ******* world gives you chills
upsets you, or scares you
the way it did the first time
your problems bluntly ripped off your skin,
exposed your skeleton and poisoned
your organs,
exposing the hurt you
expressed in the little journal that fit in your pillowcase.
You no longer have fear that tomorrow you wont wake-
it's become more of a dream than anything.
Wishing that you wake up with your loved one
by your side
but wondering who would care
so much as to comfort you... scarcity?
Addicted to the brain washing pills,
or the hurt one inflicts on you.
You feel good about your poor decisions,
and with no direction, take the path to hell.
but that's normal, that's all you know.
and its not your fault,
though fully aware of your mistakes.
Twisted destinies among the greatest of people,
who knows where we'll end up.
Portrayal of a pageantry adheres
Rejuvenation scares the skin off the bones of our own
Watch it burn, save none, save none at all.

Retract, relive.
Your eyes seek no help in man.
Give, love.
You hold no prophecy.

Everyday sinking down to man
Seeking a new way to justify your intentions
We are not here for a good purpose.

**** it off.
Feel the fire through your veins,
make it hurt. love it
Forgive yourself,
you are hell.

No other way to say what we do
Frozen. Fractured.
No help has been sent,
you are on your own.


You asked for your own fate.
This is what you will become.
By Arcassin Burnham




Been wronged before,
And now wronged again,
I feel for you,
Voting you to your end,
They should have told me,
They would resent you,
Take you out of the game,
Monopoly,
But they are in jepordy,
because a new group is on the rise,
I swear to god they seen the last of me,
For hurting you,
I'm not surprised,
**** the mafia,
They failed you,
They failed me,
I'm done with them,
Their history,
Listen to me melly,
This is not your last resort,
Just come with me,
We'll make history,
We'll be the poetic group,
In the history of infinity.

I'm not giving up on you.
**** the mafia
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