By Arcassin Burnham


Anti-Social holding up the ******* to a crowd of people that will **** on everything and your dreams  like they intended while being neutral  and waiting to cut the ribbon knowing that it ain't safe,
anyone's opinion will get erased,
time is standing still but can not replace,
and even we all one race , life is race,
To find beauty out there in this world leading a community to learn to be free almost like a utopia for the homeless and all of the above,
Leaving those that take greed and lies seriously and abandon their beliefs ignoring the word and the scriptures,
Bet you look stupid , take a picture,

Theres not much to say,
in this crooked place,
yeah this world is bad,
while heaven flying pass,
Theres not much to say,
in this crooked place,
yeah this world is bad,
while heaven flying pass.

Hey,

Yeah I know, you weren’t exactly expecting this, trust me I get it. But I’m not big on writing long letters so I’ll keep it short.
You decided to read this so you might be curious as to what I have to say. Well, to be completely honest, I wanted somebody to talk to.

But listen, this letter is the first of many that I will handwrite and leave for complete strangers. I’m not trying to fix the world, and I’m not trying to change lives. But I think that we all need a little more good in our lives. I guess I should tell you that wherever you are in life right now, keep going.

Let some curiosity take over and open up to the world for a bit. Take this week by storm and live a little. Yeah, I get that this may or may not be the best week of your life. But take a minute to just experience what you’ve got. Appreciate the small things like the sunshine or the quiet. I hope that you’re feeling okay, but I think I’m running out of paper. Maybe you’ll see another on of my letters sometime soon. It was nice talking to you. Thank you for finding my letter.

~Letter Writer

Here's when I know something's wrong with me
You make a seenzone hurt worse than it should be.

I tried to find you in books and under cups of coffee;
I tried to find you outside my window and walls bare and empty.
I tried to find you in the depths of stories about defiant lovers and loveless monks;
I tried to find you in the cacophony of honks.
I tried to look for you as Spring rolled by;
And returned empty-handed at the end of July.
I tried searching for you on the loneliest shores lapped up by the sea;
And under the bower of placid trees.
To put it mildly,
I looked for you in every nook and cranny.
But while I was on a manhunt for you;
You swept past me like the loo.

If you seek adventure
You search for something
You never want to find
Because if you find adventure
You are no longer seeking it;
If you are lost,
You must stop searching
To be found.

slowly going crazy
twisted and burnt
two different faces
one charcoal soul

sizzling and blazing
crackling in the mud
I've been tainting lately
all I touch and learn

falling out of grace
beyond forgiveness
I return
into the ashes of my days
my heart is now the urn

my deepest smiles are cuts
into the flesh of joy
I need to learn the art of healing
before it's all destroyed

I was in the woods
The trees were dying
My world was crashing
All the route was leading to places
And i was still found homeless
It was like flying while drowning
Nothing to hold on to
But keep struggling to see through
This is too messy
I try to be ready
Instead i become unsteady
All of a sudden i am cutting trees
Separating the branches
Leaving the roots
Trying to pull myself out of the crowd
A crowd of plants feeding me with dead leaves
Decaying my body
And still there is nobody
I am starting to wonder if there is really someone
Or am i the only one
In the woods
A forest full of steady waving tree bodies
Careless, staring.... Rooted in to unknown
Will i find a home
Or should i be forever searching
Escaping something that maybe everything
And nothing have sense

I am finding air,
Searching for a new atmosphere.
I think I need some time to catch my breath,
Then hold it out for the fresh breeze of hope
After exhaling the despair-blended smokes,
In order to feel alive once more.

I am finding air,
Yearning to spread out my wings
And make the sky my home.
Let me first bloom in my cocoon,
So I shall come out rainbow-stained
And the *** of gold will soon show itself to me.

I am finding air,
Allowing the current to sweep me off my feet.
Not looking down,
Despite of hanging by a thread;
Not planning to land yet,
No matter how hot or cold it gets.

I am finding air,
Shading with clarity these shadows dulling my presence
As the blinding haze thickens,
While the heavy downfall pours to wash me away
And darkness shames me to fade away.
Until I taste the sun, you couldn't keep me in any lair.

I am finding air,
Following the blow of the wind,
To look up to a different horizon,
To chase after my lucky star,
To reach for the moon hiding behind the clouds,
And have the whole universe in the palm of my hand.

I am finding air,
Now peaking the crown of paradise,
Embracing a full heaven,
Back to where I started;
Walking on air,
Inspiring another endless quest.