By Arcassin Burnham


Blowing out the candles to a perfect evening
Wrapping up your fingers,
Laughing about the times where we would
Fall so short and I'd imagine you as a singer,

My love you don't have to smile,
but you've kept a leveled head for awhile,
but for you I would walk for miles,
you don't have to be a drama queen,
you don't have to be nice to me either,
I wouldn't have messed up In the past if I believed in her,
but I never shoot the messenger,
you don't have to be a drama queen,

I've fought all my demons,
You looked like a fiend in the night of your
Pours and your spills of the wine that you
Steal out of your father's cabinets,
I have no doubts that you are enjoying it,
Your self worth has surfaced just taking
Advantage of courage that you had before
When it occurred,
But it's all for the birds,
Like bread crumbs,
The breaking comes first,
Life is too short for these words in the
World of the further,
Swear to you there's no significant other,
Even when you bicker and fight with your
Brothers,
Having to deal with a sibling is torture,
Conferences with yourself to build up the
Comfort,
It all comes to an end when the sky gets darker.

I opened an envelope, not so hard,
Within, from nicotine there was a greeting card,
"Hello, Earthling, how are you?
Did you notice I am missing you?
Do you ever miss your old pal too?
Do you ever yearn for a packet of friends?
But they're only friends till the packet ends,
Or, maybe, your lighter doesn't work,
So you get frantic, like a berk,
Do you ever miss old nicotine?
We were friends from when you were a teen,
What? You gave up smoking?
You're glad? You must be joking!
Well, I'll say goodbye to you,
Old nicotine is missing you,
I wondered if you missed me too...."

I'd a pluck a fair rose for my love
I'd a pluck a red rose blowin'
Love's in my heart, i'm tryin' so to prove
What your heart's knowin'

I'd a pluck a finger on a thorn
I'd a pluck a finger bleedin'
Red is my heart, wounded and forlorn
And your heart needin'

I'd a hold a finger to my tongue
I'd a hold a finger waitin'
My heart is sore, until it joins in song
With your heart matin'

Some will call you names
Let them call you what they want
It doesn’t make them right to shame
It doesn’t make them strong to taunt.
It just makes them bigger fools,
And for that we all grieve.
That they don’t play by the rules
That they profess to believe

Some days bring us rain
Other days will brightly shine.
Sometimes the cookies burn
And others will come out fine.

We all know people who cry
If other people get more than they
Who find fault with almost anything
Some other people have to say.
It seems to be a lifelong thing
Said by overgrown adolescents
Crying because someone else got
What they wanted as a present,

If we never learn to count the ways
That we have had good fortune
How can anyone ever clearly tell
The butterfly from the cocoon?
How can we not look at the moon
And then enjoy a starry night
If we spend our time in tears
That somebody else isn’t right?

Some days bring us rain
Other days will brightly shine.
Sometimes the cookies burn
And others will come out fine.

We're all good at something
For God's sake
Stop thinking you're not creative
Stop thinking you have
nothing to offer this world
You can't sit there watching TV
Wondering why your life is so dull
Get off your *** and try things
Sew something
Keep a journal
Make spaghetti
There are a million and one
forms of art
And I assure you
You will find something that
sparks a fire
It will come naturally
and all at once
You'll know exactly
Why you were born
into this world
And what you're going
to make of your time here
You...
My friend
Have a purpose

Calling for love
To let you know
I love you
Between the horizon and the stars
When i am ready for love
Everyday.

The love of hearts
Shining like an diamond
To remind us of pure love
We learn each day
For calling love.

The call of love
Is the triumphant
Telling us that it is
Calling for love
But always lovely.

Love is Pure
Pure is Love
Calling is Love
Love is Calling
So let us be calling for love.

                 By K-mari ©2016

Listen, girls, it's time to stop stalling,
Can you hear? It's chocolate calling,
It's midnight, not even morning,
Listen it's chocolate calling,
Creep through the house,
Quiet as a mouse,
You've bought a box for your mother,
Well, you can buy her another,
Shhhh, don't tell anyone,
Unwrap chocolate number one,
Eat me, please!
So what for fat hips and knees,
Do you hear?Time to stop stalling,
Listen girls, it's chocolate calling.....

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Career is calling me,
Ringing for several times.
My thumping heart says,
"These're your dreams, why not give it a try?"
Lingering deep down on my marrows,
An illusion of deception,
An escape to higher dimension.

Yes, I want to be who I wanna be,
But when not in Christ, it'd be a shattered me.

Calling isn't ringing at all,
But he's bumping down my inner soul.
He's not my type but there's something in him.
That waiting becomes a rest that's a prerequisite.
I'd required so much for myself;
At times, rest becomes a chapter to close
I'd to wipe every single misfortunes of old
I'd rather face this moment of yes to His call.

Praying to God led me to found the key,
The gist to a rebel who's vault is in an alley.
Dreams of old, faults of such degree
Of burnt, unwrapped -- an ambushed stealing of me.

"What have you done?"
One voice tamed the thousands,
Bring halt the aphonic mimics of who's legit.
Found myself showered w/ crystal-clear tears.

Awaken, tattooed the psyche of self;
Trashes became a view, floating with the unrest ocean.
I hear no breeze nor its whispering fears,
But fear itself, a coated-candy of trampled gears.