I don't know why I keep memorizing those dates when I was at my highest or lowest by the days I spent with you. After all, those memories are remainders.
I will just wait for the day till I can not recall those dates. For I believe it's starting to fade away.

I'm but footsteps already fading
even though I have taken many.
People may not realize that this
is but a collage of many footprints
wishing to make theirs stay a while.

But everything is but a collection
that is sold off to time.
It's worn down, till not a memory
of its imprint is left, just a silhouette.
But shades change and new ones cultivate.

Some, only a few.. Collect enough on the
motions of others, that for every few that
fade, one clings to the reflection of others
eyes, and they walk where you walked.
And then another moulds upon one before.

We are then not just a faded footprint of our
time, but a memory. Kept clean by those who
remember our steps, never letting them
corrode but stay visible. For it only takes one
to walk in ours, too know we lived not just a memory.

We were gazing within each others
                                         eyes, souls.
Gathering within each others unspoken
                                        words, syllables.
Echoing in tranquillity, the loss of never
                                         touching, holding.
But you were like a far off star in my sight
                                         unreachable, seen.
Though closer than before we could never
                                         cherish, elope.
Alone with in the grasp of another we were
                     so close but never enough....

Close your eyes and breath, breath in the air of the autumn month,
Opening your eyes you see the war between the faded and the vibrant coloured leaves scattering the ground and holding on for life from the trees delicate branches.
The mixes of orange, yellow and red blur in with the forest almost meant to be.
Breathe in the forest air, let it fill your lungs expanding with ever moment,
Feel the warmth when you finally let it all out, the chilled air warm from your body.
Listen to the sound of the leaves yelling in the wind begging not to be moved or fallen from their branches.
Close your eyes now,
And start it all over with every breath
With every breath of Autumn

Forgotten?
Is what I'll be tomorrow
A faded memory in the back of your mind
A distant echo in your dreams
Too far away
Never here to stay
We knew it from the start
Every second passed is a missed opportunity
The things we never did
An never dared to say
We missed our window
We missed our chance
The door was wide open
But I let you in
Gave you the world
Made you my world
And you let me go.

By Arcassin Burnham


From emotional spectrums,
feelings are hellish,
i see the eyes , they shine , like everything was fine and dandy
in the gymnasium,
thinking there were some things i could have said,
there were some,

I could teach ya,
Remember when you had a crush on the teacher,
with the green eyes that passed by your desk for
attendance,
the hate filled jealousy that consumed my body,
that didn't mean on-going sessions of persistence,
i figured since we didn't talk,
i could introduce myself,
we can be study partners,
you don't ride the bus, you walk,
and I.
Am digging your personality so way over my head,
like what is reality, so gone,
why was everything so wrong?
your smile faded into clouds , whatever we had was strong,
i thought that in the moment of falling in love with
someone i connect with would never ever do me wrong,
you were on the verge of looking for attention,
i was on the verge of an annihilation,
instead of fighting bullies i was always in your corner
talking to you,
it was love , but i was feeling patient,

From emotional spectrums,
feelings are hellish,
i see the eyes , they shine , like everything was fine and dandy
in the gymnasium,
thinking there were some things i could have said,
there were some.

It was not long ago when my HP
became a chopping board...
You see the internet as it was called
DIED, expired, perished with but...
a blank page greeting my vision.

Panic ensued smart phones became
like nokia's overnight used of all things
like talking and texting... TEXTING..
But where one moment faded,
Life became normal, people talked to
another, read books.. learnt...

Fake news was now a myth as everything
was real, TV radio, papers were growing
in popularity, paper was the new cool...
Books were selling, so many trees became
words again. Me I wasn't that fused..
I wrote on a note pad, not a Mac.. paper..

The internet died a while back, but humanity
got a little bit of its self back, the company of
others thrived. Friends where real, not some
status on a screen or board. I use my HP for
a chopping board now..
its good for dicing onion you see...