Once I thought I  was born  to fly,
till now all I was made to do was rely on,
I was just a standby.
Once I wanted   to be  the snowflakes,
but got cursed to be a snow grave.
Once the mirror used to reflect  me blest (bless),
now it only mocks me to death.
Once I used to love to feel alive,
now all I hope is to survive.
Once I used to love the sun,
now all  I feel is it's burn.
Once I was ready to live life,
now all I  see and face is strife.
Once I used to love the glow in the  dark,
now all I see and face is stark.
Once I was other's cover, their fence,
now all of it is past tense.
Once I was other's perfect illusion,
now all I am left is my own delusion.

By Arcassin Burnham

Right in that place where it hits you,
When you've been confronted by the
Horrors that await you while building
Mistakes to break you and make you
Break down,
Say thank you,
To the man up stairs for making this
All possible,
The pastor said I sense sarcasm in
Your voice,
Its my right as a citizen to express my
Opinion,
In this case do I really have a choice,
I mean I've cried and asked like countless
Times to be helped but everything was a
Blur and I just couldn't help myself,
I'm still crying inside, erasing of the little tears I hide,
No matter If was a first love or the first time I've been hit in the face,
There's no other way to say I shouldn't have been born,
But we all have a reason , ride it out with horns.

again rush is coming
where it is sent again and
where do I all run and where am I going to hurry
where am I going again
where all this strange
a strange incomprehensible terrible gloomy run
where did my lips go so far

I'm the ghost I was born and so I'm dead
it has always been and always will be
eternity it is we are eternity all eternity
and there are no sections there are no roses
no sunflowers or daisies or flowers
nothing and never in the world is only one
one hurry is one of my strange non sparkling
horrifying and gloomy and blue as a scent

29.09.18

Mankind was born
Once this universe was set up,
Designed by God
As a playground to explore.
I believe the universe
Will never get packed up,
And that when we reach the end,
There will always be more.

no I never died no
I was never born no I
never developed no I
never swallowed nothing
I'm not alone I'm not the only one in my
many millions of eyes and deaths
I am the whole world and even the future and
the past has never been in the world
everything was only and only once
once and only just now
all that was the sixteenth century
seventeenth eighteenth and now
and now it's all in one moment
all in a jiffy just now was not
I have a birth and I did not have death
will not be tomorrow and will not be yesterday and was not
tomorrow and there was never and never before

no I never died no
I've never been born no I never
I did not feel nowhere to feel
go after all this whole world of
an unfavorable corner and place
every girl and every man of every character
every word every poem every torch every love
every eye and every color every moon and sun every
clouds all this all this all
this all this is me and only
only and only and only and only
and only me and I and I and I
every time every time every artist
and every composer
every poet every deceased every newborn is all equal
they were never and never were born there was no being
being has always been and is all this
I all this I all this is me

19.09.18

I didn't ask to be made so sensitive
to have days where words feel like they can bruise me
or looks can cut right through me
I didn't mean to be born with skin as fragile as porcelain
and a heart made of glass
if a small bump can break me,
with one slip I would shatter

Home alone
Nothing left
Overdrawn
Dumping lawn
Itching
Like a stiching dorn
Nothing to seal
Up till dawn
Not to yawn
But to feel
Newly born