like the flick of a light switch,
he can turn me on, but
he lingers with the dimmer,
keeping my
bulb warm,
heating me up
and then
warming me down
with just the tips
of his fingers
setting the
mood
just
right
and i love how
he makes me feel
electric.

The engineers they tweak the DNA,
fostering changes to the RNA,
the plants becoming something else,
immunevolution modify man’s health.
And never will they accept the blame,
for their arrogance and dangerous game;
and when the food cannot be eaten?



History recall of the viral cretins.

The lines on the page are wiggling...
slipping through the loose fibers
until they free themselves
tiny graphite slivers
particles of a single
element
C

This tightness in my chest,
It coencides with a darkness in my mind that only comes and around every once in a while,
And while those whiles seem more frequent then they used too I still don't understand why anxiety exists.
For the most part, everything has a scientific purpose.
Depression is your bodies way of telling you you're not okay,
And that if you're not your brain chemistry is really ****** up and you should probably get that checked out.
But what the HELL does anxiety have to say that I haven't heard before.
I know I'm ugly, I know I'm cold, I know this is going to be hard, most things worth doing usually are so what kind of evolutionary purpose does anxiety serve?
Or are we defective?
Am I broken?
I don't wish to feel this way I just wonder about the fabric of nothing sometimes, and I don't breath.
I don't think anyone would wish to feel this way, we just wonder about each other sometimes and don't see.

By Arcassin Burnham


Silly girl,
Silly girl,
Silly girl,

Oh silly girl,
Could you,
Spare me the details,
I,
Been wanting to see you,
And,
See to that we prevail,

Oh silly girl,
There was,
Something about you,
And,
I can admit that and,
We could see all this through to the end of the road of
Existing and living through these situations like we've
Never wanted paradise to fall right out of the sky and
Carry us up  there seeing us as human beings that make
Mistakes and was intended to die like it was written,

Silly girl,
Silly girl,
Silly girl,

Oh silly girl,
I'm use to,
Loving in many ways and,
Giving my heart away for,
People that try again so,

Oh silly girl,
I see you,
All that you are, I support,
You and all the decisions you've made,
Covered in sin for in a blood sport babe.

Demonic possession is what it feels like sometimes,
The way I spit words out and they just happen to rhyme
I sit and think sometimes, about what I wanna write
But then it never comes to me , avoids me it stays outta sight and I

Don't know why I'm writing this, I'm sure I'll find a message
To send across the void that is this world and then the rest will
All make sense, no pretence, nor any pretext
That I'm using just busting words before I forget

I gotta add a little something about what happened today
I got my ****** grade from chemistry it was no A
Just a D, and I was worried but my Father doesn't care
I'm no good at Chemistry, he knows that it ain't fair

It's all about experimentation and adapting
To the strengths and weaknesses that make you a masterpiece happening
This world is full of unique people and you are another one too
So you gotta put your head down, do what you gotta do

I would like to make an announcement, before it leaves my mind
To clear up some other **** that I left behind
Me and Georgia now, you know her? I wrote a lot
About how much I hated her, how I wanted to rot

Yeah, we're good now, so please do not look back
On my works, when I went bezerk and launched a stupid internet attack
Some of it was my fault, and I've come to terms with it
We good now, it's okay, so please don't read that ****

I'm sitting here on my bed, not knowing what I'm about to write
Just knowing that I need another way to pass the night
So I spit fire, I'll retire, maybe right about now
Have a good day or night, my friends, be careful when you go out

<3

Mother threw me away
****** me in and spit me out
The pavement still tastes like your thighs
Like bubble gum underneath the chemistry table

Where I first held hands with
Some other girl I loved
Not knowing her reaction but
We burned flowers cut with kitchen knives.

I woke up to ashes lining my breakfast
Tongue thick with Amaryllis
Thinking if God asks you my name
Say serpent,

Say hello —
A disaster of two elements
You and me
If we combined

Our neon wrists.
Does Ares care about
How I touch you, with the lights off
You tell me the walls

Already know
What I do with my wolf teeth
And your caffeinated bellybutton,
They find you in three nights.

Rebirth is not as kind
To my combusting spine, replace
Ghost sin with your birth right
Jacob’s carnage

I paid for with eyelashes,
Long glances — my dignity
Wrapped in ****** white, and impotent boy skin
Becomes a coffin.

Inspired by; Jennifer Lilliston Walker

I take a look outside.. into emptiness... I found it somehow the same!  Endless and vacant, like the echo of my name; a memory perhaps, fading into flame; unlike these everlasting-monuments of sorrow; that may by time last, just as long as would last tomorrow, they too... But there's nothing to hold within.
You can see right through the cracked windows into my soul... Should you take a look.
I admit; my life isn't exactly what I would call an open book... And i admit; nothing is the same, after all that you took... Its all the same, yet, and regardless!
Regardless the charades, and all... Regardless; all that might once have been.
Here, the terrain is rigid and uneventful...Try piercing through, instead, of slicing my skin, or pealing it off!
Try.. go ahead! You wont die... At least; I take my time.
I am interested, of course, in what's beneath.
These casual chords and ravaging teeth. I want to... See you naked; so here i am, half the man i used to be; before your gentle, weary eyes...
I have no interest in theatrics and special effects; for i can see the blood on your hands; and on mine albeit the same... Regardless the deaths... The pains... The elegies... The memories... Regardless the instantaneous corpses and dead beat, put aside the numbness of some sort, that I sense... I feel; at least to a point; a few aspects of affection often taken for granted, would pay off too.
I've always had one mask on... Maybe its time I took it off!

A.r. Bazian
*Written in 2010

By Arcassin Burnham


Black tar in my heart but you came and took it out
Of my consciousness letting the love that I have for
You go unmissed in this life,
In this world I transitioned to a boy that has no
Original value to a man that has a heart and knows
Where to start if we ever talked,
You  think - I'm not - aware,......
...you don't have to say a thing, your beauty say a lot
with the features in my mind,
don't you give me that frown and those eyes
Not surprised to be broken down,
Down,
I know that you've been searching since he left,
so you saw my soul,.....
But you don't have to say a thing......
I love holding hands with you,

a wealth-that I *- *can share with you,
You don't have to say a thing , your beauty says a lot
With the features,
I know- that you've - been waiting,
for love to come sweep you off your feet
pretty baby,
the cold- will se-parate  us,
in a state of loss of the love that we had for each other,....
But you don't have to say a thing,...
I love holding hands with you.