By Arcassin Burnham


..And while the void is not yet filled,
I still heal,
From these wounds in my backyard of pumping iron
And fighting skills,
In a place where they rob and steal and they don't care about how you
Feel ,
The day the earth shakes and the beams are steel,
Hope that they can seal the deal,
Past experiences and bad choices made me who I am,
Sending letters to my mind in form of a aerogram,
And at the time,
Riding my bike in Holly hill,
Sitting in sin and praying for the wrong things that Couldn't
Make me feel,
As vulnerable as the people that shouldn't be ,
trying to break the strong, persuade the weak,
Bullies use to call me weak , but couldn't see me in the street,
But I'm looking for eutopia and beauty so Divine,
Like a promise land designed for people that would give their
Lives and lay it on the line, I won't miss that opportunity,
Now Are You Coming?!



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This pimple I popped to see a new hope come along,
Hope that God sends so much cargo that I will not go wrong,
Receiving hostility towards me all from your darker tone,
Feeling like you have to be an ******* because you think that
You own,
Me,
My soul,
My well-being off your throne,
Steady popping,
So much **** is dropping from my face,
And at this point upon this wicked world , What is the human race?
I question us everyday,
Senseless killings that mess up days,
You've made your time for these delays.

I'm getting gone.
I'm getting gone.
And the daisies are tryin' to move.
I'm getting gone.
And the sunrise is tryin' to come early too.
I'm getting gone,
And we stayed out late last night.
Tuesday morning we've got an early flight.
But if you aren't ready to go, I'll get dressed for us both.
We're getting gone.
Red pants and these Tom Ford shades.
You'll wear your Rick Owens sneakers and jacket onto the plane.
We survived another night on the road,
Now we've got to wake up before we're eating yesterday's dinner tomorrow.

We're getting gone.
And the neighbor's are going to keep complainin'
We're getting gone.
And we hold our tongues out even when it's not rainin'.
We're getting gone.
Let's get coffee and eat some LSD.
Smoke three cigarettes and then we'll leave.
We're getting gone.
Red pants and these Tom Ford shades.
You'll wear your Rick Owens sneakers and jacket onto the plane.
We survived another night on the road,
Now we've got to wake up before we miss another tomorrow.
We're getting gone.
We're getting gone.

But hold up 'cause I'd like to know you
I'll kiss your neck if you'll touch my face
Let's be a stereotype and make them wait all the time,
Ten more minutes, is that really the worst lie?

(Break)

We're getting gone.
And the girls and boys are running us down.
We're getting gone.
I can't remember, what's the name of this town.
We're getting gone.
**** my tongue while I turn you on.
I'll **** your tongue while you turn me on.

Good morning everyone.
My sleeping is done.
I need to leave my
warm cozy bed.
That is what my voice is
telling me inside my head.
Please get up before you delay.
So before I go
and start my day.
I wish you all
a lovely wednesday.

From all the actions
I always put away
moving on from you is
my favorite delay

Distance will not run out
Therefore I will not remain empty

It is a plan to continue like so, without rushing
of whom only thinks about arriving

I stay here, smooth and belated
Seeing the rhythm choose what it becomes

I free myself of peaks and I learn
that to love is to spread impulse

To renew me, to surrender without thirst
to give oneself entirely until being one

But distance does not run out like so
nor the light or the silence they give us

I stay here, serving to her the rhythm
that perhaps is more rich to disseminate the most vital

There's a cold in me that can't be warmed.
Rugged up, I stand against the storm
And wait for you.

I'm always waiting.

Slowly, slowly they change
From alive to barely living.

A short puff of wind
And they break away from their siblings.
They descend.
They dance as though freedom is worth it.

If only I could warn them
That things will change.

But I can't bring myself to speak,
To utter such obscenities.
There's no one else.
There's only you.

Shiver as the winds change.
My breath is white before my face.
You'd lend me your coat if you could.

You kiss me gently,
Urgently,
And beg.
I shan't say a word.

I still have your gift heart.
It beats softly beside mine,
Keeping me warm as winter approaches.

Honestly, I can't tell you
That it's not enough.
Love could never be so cruel.

Autumn leaves litter the ground
And soften our footfalls.
It's only a matter of time.