By Arcassin Burnham


I would Jump right in front of a train like Bruno for ya,
I'll get off of my training wheels and act grown for ya,
I know if the heavens were to catch me catching feelings
in a world like this then I'll take long way home for ya,
looking up to a sky that doesn't call when a woman just
decides to hurt a man when he's a good one,
I know being at home in a quiet life with that man and kid ain't
your style but you should reconcile this one,
how about you allow this one,
Open your mind to better things because now-a-days
we live for the moment and when that moment has ran out
then theres no way out laying under a stone and,
all your worries and your feelings go away,
the love I gave to all my exes , let it be in vein.

Frozen baubles before first frost
only spring can thaw
                              these out..


What its cold outside....

Interlaced within the legitimacy
of a vessel whispering
                        logical truths.

For knowledge of fatalism
        shows me that false words
collected ignorance.
            Where open eyes see the
  truths hidden before our eyes.

Feed my uprooted soul,
                            please,
I implore of you.
Don't let me wither and die;
water me generously
               and most graciously,
let me breathe
                        again;
else I die before I blossom.

For without petals to show
the allure
                   of my meaning,
I lived for less than
                                nothing.
but when you discovered my
enchantment lingering within
petals you unconditionally
                  fell within my scent..

For I'm within a garden
that sees me as a ****,
yet upon my blossoming
I have more beauty than thee.

But just because I'm not in
the same hybrid pollination
as you, petals see me as a
pest upon this garden of
there tainted illicit beauty.

When you wilt and are in
decline, I am a stem still
standing, still feeding the
nectar of others hunger.
you've all faded but I'm still here.

Where one could only place a thought on  rest,
but for a moment, reflections that are addressed  
on eyelids needing the collection of bedtime unrest.

My blankets are woven in comas of oppression
as when my eyes are entombed and depressed.
No one realizes that when they pass this dispossessed
huddle, lives life never given a moment as were oppressed.

For below this perceived cluster of a homeless man dressed,
is the dignity of man once upon a time blessed.
But I fell or stumbled, now my body slumbers on a headrest.
All that others see is a robin who lost his dignified vest.

My life is stained
       with red wine spills

Even though I've wiped
       up most...

There will always be a silhouette
                   there to remind me

That no stain ever truly fades completely..