you won't admit it
not even to yourself
but you love living on the edge
you love the possibility
of getting in trouble
you love feeling like you're in control
of throwing yourself in the fire
you claim you are careful
and that everytime you get in trouble
is an "accident"
but only those who truly love you
truly understand you
know the truth
that you'll always take an extra step towards the edge
park your car
a centimeter too close to the cliff
sit an inch too close on the open windowsill
smoke your cigarette a second too close
to when your mom walks in on you
you love having the control
and the lack of it
you want someone to notice you
you want someone to yell at you
you want to be blamed and accused
as long as that means
someone will look your way
as long as that means
that someone will look you in the eye
inside you're crying
inside you're dying
you want to start the fire
anarchy is what you crave
and yet,
you're always an inch too far
and an inch too close
from the war itself

My faith has kept me awake,
green pastures, hope, and smells not fake,
beauty is defined through anyones eyes,
not the horrible powers that feed us lies,

I pray for anyone listening,
one day the world won't be living,
in blindness, slavery, and poverty galore,
devils and evil reign no more,

good virtues read and told to all,
man, women, and animals will not fall,
perfection was never a living requirement,
life is a sidewalk cracked by its environment,

although we have our disagreements and beliefs,
no human has the power to judge our relief,
we are made of the sins and skeletons we hide,
to assure our ignorance no cleanliness to find,

we are made to die regardless of time,
don't live your life quiet as a mime,
listen as well with open ears,
words from the tongue are happenstance fears.

The only thing
that comforts me
is knowing that you
actually still want
my attention.

Wordsworth** of this generation?
They want attention, fame not transformation.

By Arcassin Burnham


Rivers flowing from your eyes,
Kept making streams,
(I don't want to see this again)
One leg at a time each day,
Is Just what it seems,
(I don't want to see this again)
I made my mark and,
You chose your exit,
(I don't want to see this again)
Peach orchids and sand,
Was a promise , you dreamt it,
(I don't want to see this again)

I'm blind from all the deceit,
All of the lies,
Still sober from the things I use to deal with,
I realize,
You hurt me so bad,
But too bad,
I just packed,
I'm not sad,
Or tingled up in your ties,
But the fly got away from the web just in time,
The devil gave a contract,
And in blood,
You just signed,
Who are you really?
A careless soul,
With no soul,
What are you?
A demon in disguise,
Let it unfold.