My worst enemy and tireless companion
finally came to my door last night.

As I slept away the time of day
And killed my poor friend Time
He traveled closer to my home.

As I slowly cowered in the face of fear
And realized my mistake too late
As I chose to make a silly choice
He quietly opened the door.

Shame came in but didn't stop
And with every tear that welled up inside
He crawled in hot into my cheeks.

As the salty drops burned away my skin
He then moved on down to my throat
And choked me up till air was gone.

I gagged and shook, begging him to go
Openly admitting my sin
But Shame knew he could do more
And as I watched my world crumble
He eagerly attacked my heart.

As he dripped down to the hearth
He triumphed with his final mutation.
The pain of Shame is nothing
Next to that of his brother Humiliation.

There, in the privacy of my soul
He slaughtered my Pride with a blunted blade
As Sloth cowered in the corner.
When the room was red he finally paused
With a smile on his face at the lesson he left.

As he exited Responsibility came in instead
And from the door watched with sad eyes
Waiting for me to rise and finally apologise.

I feel like something has changed inside
My odd new quirks won't let me hide
But what can I do to extract this?
A poison, or a cure for the masses
I could be lying, you won't know
Not until we wake up tomorrow
**** me today, and we reset
But I've told you this a thousand times
I wish we'd never met
All I have to do
is reset

it's hard to hold tight
when you want to let go
its hard to not fight
against the dangers below

the path that i walk is one that's well tread
i dream a dream that others have led
but, i focus on that mountain
no, i wont take a bow
not until I'm up on that stage
and you look at me and say "how?"

how? because i fought
how? because i was taught
never forget the path that you choose
if you do that then i promise, you will never lose

this is my advice to those who follow me
stay true to yourself and you'll always be free

by Arcassin burnham


dont you be getting too excited,
and eventhough i really wasn't i invited,
i now have all your full attention,
i dont need no permission,
dont wanna be in your position,
now you need to be quiet,
spending a lifetime trying to pull it together,
try to fathem that you think its forever,
if you know just what i mean,
im the first guy that you seen,
you dont really know the meaning,
of angels and their feathers,
or the bubble gum that you chew
just hoping you could do you,
and how the way you react,
the way that you pop your back,
your ignorance is out of whack,
so dont be acting brand new.

"Suddenly, every song was about you."
-loving you in six words

but it works for people you don't love too
Like the boy who ****** you then didn't text you back, that same boy who called you ugly and fat and gross and all of those words that no one dared to say to you before.

Every song that you sing is about him, any song on every subject, but especially that one
'as long as he needs me' resonated everywhere
in the places on your body that hadn't been touched since he said he thought about you every day.

Even the other boys you kiss in acting class, they're him.
They're him because he's the only boy who never let you kiss him, and not physically, in the way that when you kissed him you knew he felt nothing like every other boy, less feeling than the gay boys you kissed in a game of spin the bottle.

you don't know what you are to him, but you know he's every song and every boy to you.

Not that I can't say or fess,
I just can't tell it's affirmed.
It may take me quite a while
Before I can see the next scene.

I could write a thousand words,
But no sense, they're not all connected.
I may have the script in my hands,
I couldn't comprehend not a line.

Twists & turns I can do,
Yet no pirouette will I get to show.
To find or to not find?
That is the question.

It's not in there, not in me;
Only the pen can weave it.
In the depths, beneath a rock,
There goes my heart again.

What do I feel, does it matter?
Mustn't be the same, I can tell.
Will it take me years or lifetime,
Or will a period end it all?

But who else can say, the director?
Or him through the actor?
What if both don't say the same line,
Should I trust the provided manuscript?

The apple of my eye is he,
Stole my sweet smiles, touches, kisses & dreams.
Though it wasn't all an act,
Why would that actor lose me good?

Not a poker face nor a trickster;
How come he fits the scene so well?
Here I am staring at your perfection,
Now all annihilated, blind & muted.

Then I have none else to say,
But this is all but a monologue
Of all I feel inside for the actor
Who might give me a miscalculated scene.

Though who's to say be blamed?
Oh yes, it must be the writer.
Hold on, the writer & actress are one entity,
And that is all but me.

So until then, my audience,
I'll keep looking up to that actor.
More songs, dances & acts will be made,
And he'll be there behind the scenes.

When I smile,
When I laugh,
When I tell you I'm fine,
Can't you see that it's all just an act?
Look into my eyes,
And tell me you can't see.
That I'm broken,
It's been like that for awhile now.