The Count…by Jessie 1/06

Count the ones that said they cared
Count the times they lied
Count upon, you can not count
This truth you cannot hide
Count how many times they left
Divide it by returns
Ad it to the times it took, just for you to learn
Count up all the good days,
You had within the year
Subtract it from the bad days
A negative appears
Count up all the sorrys,
Each one has had to say
The meaningful a fraction;
Little price to pay
Count the quantum leaps you took,
With your heart in hand
Count the times right after,
Empty where you stand
Count the times you lay your head,
On the pillow just to dream
Count the times you’ve woken up,
Hearing yourself scream
Now stop and sharpen up the lead
One more problem to be solved
At what point do you stop the count
And let yourself resolve?

I never thought you'd drive a wedge
into my ribs
and touch the heart within

I never thought I'd lie awake
and
dream up something real

I never thought I'd keep away
from harm
for too long

I never thought I'd witness walls
fall apart and
crumble in my feet

I never thought I'd believe
in myself again
take up these fragile wings

I don't believe in an enemy
replacing something dear
so I stray away from every

smile that ends up near
to keep what's left of sanity
as thoughts weep silently

I found out that I’ve known
The language of the autumn
All along
But she couldn’t handle
Her own
Transitive verbs
And the silent consonants,
The stressed vowels
That brought her sorrow
I was pure torture when
I spoke to her
With a passion that
Shed her chills
In cold tears
Stabbing shards
Crashing in my ribs
I was our undoing
Inevitable as winter

Your prayers and thoughts
  are not sufficient.
Tweeting and posting self-indulgent
  *******; you are shallow
and your not-so-subtle
  political agenda sickens me.

The President said we should unite,
  despite a year of trying to divide us.
Although, he doesn't need to say much
  because all we've ever masturbated to
is one country for all...
  except for people we don't like.

I am caught in a web where
  each strand is a headline;
where every attempt to be free
  pulls me deeper in; where
the spider is me and you
  and you and me; where
I am eaten by myself.

  I tell myself to not care
-- it never works.

She said "to hell with your dreams" and "let's do like the others"
I told her, to me, there could be so much more to discover;
"Join me, I said, this insanity burns with countless tomorrows"
"Forgive me, forget it", she pled, "you're on a road I can't follow"

By Arcassin Burnham


When there are troubles way beyond our prediction while in the clear
of things that become everything that we have hoped in a sense of
being a mortal being and face diversity like that's how it was suppose to
be waiting for the lord himself not to be a hologram,
In times like this we should look forward to the outside beyond all the
imagery that they portray to us is just planting all the seeds in the garden
where birds and bees aren't afraid to manifest their feelings, it's no secret,
Regretting it all but you mean it,
Poisoning virtues, just like the way the cruel world will just end up and hurt you,
what's with the soul food ? chemicals in these products is what i don't wanna be expose to,
Meet the curfew , don't wanna be caught outside at night and I'm black too,
they'll desert you,
Lets Be real right now , the killers need peace too,

We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute
We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute.

And even on some normal days.
when the gangstas light up purple haze,
when a group of friends required any race.
when will the proms stop the segregate,
when will we see the peace we need?
stopping the real criminals with shameless deeds,
materialism is this country,
I hope that Heaven is where I would be.

We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute
We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute.


butterflies, on my hands.
looking for whatever flaw was missing,
hiding smiles , admit the truth.
Searching for the soul that's lost from sinning,
butterflies, on my hands.
looking for whatever flaw was missing,
hiding smiles , admit the truth.
Searching for the soul that's lost from sinning.

We all need to hold hands in this cold society,
not one person in the world can take on an army,
better not let your guard down not even for a second,
not even for a minute.