Poetry is news,
a glance,
into the awkakend minds
of planet Earth

we speak our truth
and read each other’s
brothers and sisters
of a conscious collective

A wild world,
needing change
and here we are
with simple text
a weapon,
a calling

These words here, are just as alive as me. I live on like you, cast through circuits of infinite internet and worldwide connection. Let us find love for one another, this strange humanity. Children of the universe, and of creation.

Forgive your family,
call your friends
tell them this:
there is a change coming
and the elite don’t see it
bonded with perspective
and united by fear
Individuals,
who said f*^k your system
friends of a foreign tongue,
revolutionaries
who see through illusions

war becomes like slavery
rejected and disgusting
the primitive ape
learned to see
from the other’s
perspective

by Arcassin Burnham

Trials and tribulations for relations in America where the higher class resides in cutting the checks,
Putting the past behind my back and running to the light of a better future all in debt,
To love and to hold while we rejoice a brand new day of peace on earth to follow up bliss,
If we all stick together and fight as one then it would actually be more better than this,

Picking fights and winning wars in this country is more like a mind to result in some treason,
You have no reason to be so damn ignorant while we're sinners signing all these agreements,
Tragedies will happen and mostly all planned , the systems rigged as destruction on the brink,
It is nothing than to be afraid of corruption as long you live and free think.

You struggle with your pain
Yet still helped me anyways
To reach more to gain
Even if no one stays

A sonnet dedicated to you
With a new happiness born
Yet you're filled with blue
As your wiery heart's worn

I know your soul's torn,
But I'm here to repair
Your rose, not only a thorn
To live with no despair

I know how you've been shoved
I know soon you'll be loved

You can’t run from depression,
that’s why you feel like this again,
It’s a never ending labyrinth,
you’ll never find your way out,
a circle you’ll try to escape,
captious day after day,

It’s hopeless to try and flee from the pain,
the torment continues,
an incessant nuisance of despair,
you’ll wish away with every birthday cake,

Prickling needles that you can’t seem to numb away,
you’ll fixate yourself on;
flowers, the ocean, the color purple,
“I’m happy,” you’ll say as you braid your hair,
wiping away memories that trigger you every year,

Depression causes vexation,
you’ll pray to a God you don’t believe in,
wanting to escape,
but it returns some days,
a pattern you’ll try your whole life to vanquish away.

.

Would you
Only
Stop,
Pause,
Wait,

Till I can reach out,

If you can't
Turn back to me?

I know love,
All the effort
Won't be mine.

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