BY ARCASSIN BURNHAM




i CAN not stand your face,
your number ill erase,
cause i cant take it nomore,
cause i cant take it nomore,

you cheated on me twice,
and now you wanna be nice,
can not be with you nomore,
can not be with you nomore,

cant believed i loved you,
more than what i wanted too,
can not deal with it nomore,
can not deal with it nomore,

i have a habit to love,
and you have a habit of being a scrub,
you hurt me babe
you hurt me babe,

she says i cant believe i loved you
and having habit to love,
but she wasnt there for me,
like you were,
your the only thing ive ever known,
since we were kids,
and i love you,
for as long as i live.

So, Mr Nimoy,
Your time has finally come,
Your long and prosperous life is done,
And now your being typecast in a better place.
Nomore will you voyage through space,
Or sing those silly songs on youtube.
It was always your tube, Nimoy,
When you paced the bridge of the Enterprise.  
Now you've been beamed up for good,
And your first officer's log is closed.

every ******* thing you said to me is hidden in the syllables of your name;
and every time i call out for you it all comes back rushing over me
like a storm;
it feels like electricity snipping onto every inch of my skin
seconds of pleasure;
a thousand minutes of pain
-but its worth it when you look back at me and i can see you feel the same.

"i'd rather die," i say, with your fist pressed to my cheek
               "i need you here," you say, as you cry...
                                  my face is bleak.

i just want to close my tired eyes,
and fly away.
dazed, amazed, i peacefuly gaze into space.
getting lost in purple haze,
i dream of better days.

floating on air,
nomore pain, or dispaire.
i dont care at all.
i just want to smile for a little while.
and blissfuly bounce off of these four walls.

How beautiful .
Your eyes I mean.
they can see the real and right past the fake.
Your eyes dreamy.
yet looking in them all i can think of is thoughts of lust.
Must you look at me that way eyes that say come ****.
How seductive.
Are you from a island ?
can you tell me.
where?
so I can meet a girl that has eyes just like them.
Well boys and girls wonder nomore I'm from a place like heaven where the sun never stops shinning and the waters warm. Where woman are queens draped in jewelry.  
Animals run freely.
But don't be content .
I'm homeless when there's no one to look upon .
That's when days grow long and lonely.
See I'm a strong believer that eyes are the window to the soul.
So lets gaze into each other eyes until there is nomore secrets, read me like an open book but as you turn the pages make sure your gentle.
you might just see my Skeltons.
**** it we all have sinned.
But unlike you I don't care who sees them.

people so passionate,
their hearts thrumming against their chests
as new ideas play their flutes
and the visions of their imagined golden outcomes
lift their feet to the skies.
dreams
gleam in their eyes
and words fall from their mouths so easily: the earth is their pillow.
they need not fear the world because the world fears them.
while i,
on the other end,
put my head on my knees and cry by the unknowing river
because the butterfly i had once sheltered in the cave of my stomach
has died of dark and doesn’t flutter.

I don’t fight with Parkinson's
I live with it,
I have Parkinson's
and Parkinson's do have me,
I don’t hate Parkinson's
I want to fall in love with it,
We aren’t each other's enemy
We are the soul mates;

I born with each step of my leg
then I die
I born again with the another step
then I die
so my life is just about a foot step;

I don’t think about the distance I need to walk
I think about the step I take

I nomore struggle to get rid of parkinsons
rather I try to adjust

I have accepted it
I respect myself for it

I don’t hate parkinsons
I want to fall in love with it

I feel like I'm caught... Caught by everything.
Because he is everything,
he's everything for me. And I am the nil, thrall of the unaware
lord that the
everything is.

Im short really short
The smallest of them all
I remember being higher
The tallest of the tall

I was too shy at first
To even be set up for the fall
Until they came along
And gave me somebody to call

Every single heartbreak
Cuts off a few inches
Wasnt enough left for a full repair
All they could do was stitch me

Hurt too familiar
It became so persistent
Hoping that you would realize your wrong
And start to miss me

You're not around nomore
So now i hurt from a distance
You don't love me today
I wish you would be more consistent

I hate I took all the drugs
Of your hugs and your kisses
Cause now I'm all messed up
Have to get a doctor to fix me

So That's enough for me
I don't want nomore please
Numb to all the pain now
So they cut me off at the knees

Body messed up
Heart turned to stone
It don't make it no better
That I can't walk on my own