By Arcassin Burnham


Walking Through a lot of dead shadows,
Dirt covering the coffin leaves a dry rose,
We-don't-want-no-one-to-know-we,
Exist..

The troubles of the world creates a wormhole,
For the fears that you posses and brewed up on a clean stove,
Theres-no-need-to-worry-we'll-be,
Okay..

Might Have dealt with some issues in the pass,
Girlfriend left you for a guy that drives fast,
You-hope-they-just-both-end-up-in,
a crash..

But There is no need to be so hateful,
In a world of sin and people raised shameful,
Why-don't-you-just-be-your-own-man,
today..

"Why did you stop trying to fix me?" she asked.

"Because, you can't glue someone back together when they won't hold still long enough to dry."

Should be crying but I want to laugh
And dance in glee
Where are my tears?
The rivers are dry and the sun beats down

we were like dying leaves in autumn
we even fell with beauty and grace
to our deaths, only to be stepped on
and have every dry vein in us, crack!
until we become dust, that the living
world breathes in, to feed off our death
and to feel alive

-Kaya

The rain falling from a tree lands with a weight
It is comfort, the outside world reminding me it's real
There is more than the airless, dry aired, stuffy rooms of school
There is a whole world to explore.
If I ran into the middle of the moor, and closed my eyes
Breathless
The roar of traffic could almost be the sea
Northern, icy, blue-green-grey.
In my kind it tickles the priory on a stormy night.
I wonder what it would be like to be somewhere hot
Where warm, humid air and bright light was outside
And icy cold white expanse was in.
Those grey clouds are more than the grey tinge of copy paper.
The black of tarmac is more than board pen
The spiny trees are real, no words come from their branches
All are familiar, and yet outside provides comfort.
Inspiration.

Words ran constantly
Along these sheets of papers infront of me
As I shed tears for you dear
This will be the last poem, I promise

It may take me hours, months, or years
Till I put into words all the things that rhymed with your name
But this you should remember,
I dont care, for this is the last, I promise

Tonight, I wont write the saddest lines
Neither the happiest
This isnt for you to realize my worth
But to make you feel loved till I get hurt.

Sorry for I imprisoned you
In my web of words
Is it my fault?
You feel in love with a writer

Sorry for I got you shackled
In every hug I gave
Is it my fault?
I just want to keep you in my hold.

I saw museums in you,
You were a galaxy in me
A North Star, but why?
You treated me like a scratch.

Funny how I was there
In the moments you were just a bud
Now look at you,
A grown plant you became

You left me when you reach the edge
Stood in a tower
I was left on the ground
Still looking with hopes and happiness at you

My love, this I just wish.
Can you take care of yourself as I leave?
I didnt know I had been this weak.
Never got the chance to tell you Im this sick.

Words ran constantly
Along this papers soaked in tears
Did you know I bleed dry for you?
This will be the last, I promise dear.

**My ink has turned dry
My mind has been emptied
But my heart has kept you locked.
My love, I promise this is the last.
I'll be forever locked in my coffin soon.