I know I'd make it on my own
nothing new
It's all I've known.
Making decisions on what to eat
trying hard just to make ends meet

knowing what to do
knowing what comes next
Thinking about what?
I know whats best.

A quick refreshing dip
You float with utmost buoyancy

But with repeated trip
And growing sense of poignancy

Panic takes it's hold
Logic must be strewn aside

Bravely plunge the bold
To sink before they've died

So choices made light
Can end up more deep

As those figured right
Make for much peaceful sleep

Either way gives rest
But no stories are told

By those thinking best
When they have gotten old

As I scrubbed my hands,
I stopped to look at the mirror.
It was quite some time
Before I realized it.
I rinsed my hands off.

I returned to that mirror.
Who was that staring back?
Was that truly me?
I bent closer to it,
Searching for something recognizable.

A tear painted my cheek.
Who was that thing?
It was a monster.
I tried to ****** it,
But it bathed in destruction.

It felt no shame,
For what it had done,
Was beautifully destructive.
But it could not feel.
None of the guilt was its own.

That divide separated them,
But they were not two.
They desperately desired
To be two, separated,
But they must coexist.

They battled everyday.
Barely, I maintain control.
However, there will be a day,
A day that I will lose.

That day will mark the end of my tale.

By Arcassin Burnham

You might have ran away from the cops
A few times and the insane crime rate
Really influenced,
You may have stole from your moms purse
And she will never find that your little ego
Made you do it,
You make these bad decisions in your life
Cause your father was never there and your
Mother don't understand,
All these bad choices don't make you who you
Are,
You have to fight and take a stand,
to be a man, that should be the plan,
All that you are can't be centered around
an Evil and warm embrace,
Just splash some water right in your face,
And say that your better than this bad space,
Cant lose your life over this,
And its just another phase.

/

My mind is like a glass figure ready to be cracked,
pushing pulses and making eye contact hurts my soul,
I am to the edge, making one last impression on others,

beautiful faces with bad intentions,
exploring the darker side of life and love and places,
no one knows what goes on in ones mind but lets be
clear that they have pleasant thoughts and areas
of the brain that gives a **** about the stress and strain
of it all while tackling situations first hand in combat.

I asked myself
what’s wrong with a little dreamin
Our imagination can’t hurt us
but reality will
I thought I had finally chosen right
after countless ill decisions
I thought I knew from the beginning
but what I was missing
was staring me down even before the start
dumpster demons
how could it be so
And yet
I miss your smile
vibrant and luminous
just right
because when I’m with you
I want to match your smile
you make me match your smile

Tick-Tock,
Left, Right,
my head spins, like a caraselle that has just had it's rigs oiled.

One breath,
Two breath,
deep breaths, remember?
I'm struggling to keep up with the times of,
having to decide everything on a three second basis.

Three breath,
four breath,
focus now, this is a hard one,
I feel like my view of a casual day is slightly slanted, just like my over crammed clothes rack, crooked.

Tick-tock,
the clock ticks, hmm funny, I don't own a clock,
Tick-tock, five breath,
tick-tock, six breath,
I am taking too much air in, yes I know how ridiculous that sounds.

One has heard that after the fourth breath you should be fine,
nothing has changed, I'm just the idiot in the mass of people who frantically breathes deeply, fussing over a two-piece decision.

Seven breath,
eight breath,
now this is getting stupid,
why jump to conclusions when your ending could be your beginning?

Tick-tock,
left, right,
my head stops spinning,
is this the right choice?

Whispered words make the heart beat faster
And hands intertwined with hopes and baited breath
The sweet aura that surrounds a few sure does fade fast
Lord knows the heart will never slow.
And the hopes will never die
But darling I think we'll be better off
As me. And then you.
Instead of you and I.

One,
two...three,
four
bad decisions at your door,

Five, six,
seven, eight,
one more time,
and it's too late,

Nine, ten, eleven,
twelve,
into darkness,
down you delve,

Angry demons answer,

No need to count any longer.

Cherie Nolan © 2016