Chapped lips carry a searing burn
in memory of your scalding kisses
So thus they ache and yearn
throbbing in agonizing reminiscence

As we sought the key that might unstuck
the hallowed steel floodgates of our innocence
We found instead a stroke of bittersweet luck
in respect, I vowed to resist my own appetence

I meet you here in the overgrown tangle of garden
that once nurtured what I let fall to waste
Under the pale moonlight laden in pardon
that I beg from you as I crave another taste

Smashing my precious memories
shattering my gears
Now I beg mercy of my former self
as she caves to icy fears.

Hey yah hey yah oii yaa haaa yaa.. the drums the songs the words are not gone. Deep within my blood my love for the earth my home my spirit my world. All that my Grandmother taught me to be to this forsaken world.
I dance under the moon. The brightness of her light. Prayers out loud each and every night. My songs and music signing for you. To save this earth from the forsaken fate that has been placed upon you.
I love differently than others, many do not understand. My spirituality is grand. I am free with no pain. I seek no gains from the world as most do.
The only gain I wish to seek is to protect you.
Copyrighted Nashoba 2017

To many thoughts invested with the reflection of It all in sight where I know my affirmation won't reunite..  Tell myself marty what the hell is wrong with this picture...  But with the liquor was the last glimpse  of her,  an now your a ghost in her reflection​. ..  Due to such immature aggression   instead of your true intension..  Now that hands of another will soon behold your entire world while your here to wonder if being strong the only option is exactly worth the time..   Pretending its all fine..  Seeing your whole purpose behind your existence is missing due to your pathetic  excuses..  An mistakes..  Now everything you love forsakes you. The painful truth In whole. . so everyone is else take this advice..     Take her or him to greatest heights. . cause it worth the fight dont do what I did..   Cause there are only so many chances until its all gone. An i buried myself alive until I die.

I am a snowman in spring
Hoping you’d keep
The lumps of coal,
The carrot nose,
The broom at least...

How I long to be lonely, with out truly being alone.
but my mind aches with confusion.
The people are there, with kind words,
occasional actions and Yet still  I am feeling isolated from connection.

Aleppo
City besieged
So many fallen
Beneath your feet
Joy and Laughter
Replaced by
Horrors unseen

I see the pain
In your eye
Senseless fighting
Bombs falling from the sky
Screaming, Yelling
Children crying
Blood on your streets

The world on its knees
Hoping for peace
Your beauty forsaken
Loved ones taken
A path of destruction
Complete devastation
Will you ever be
Aleppo again?

JM 10/3/16

by Arcassin Burnham


Like an angel forsaken and dipped in hellfire,
she was a girl of many things and many talents when the school ******
don't really expire,
she was a good liar,
she was something more electric like a live wire,
Did so many things that she wasn't proud of that a real teen wouldn't do,
girls all over school disgracing her name , like just be glad it wasn't you,
been at it since 8th grade and still ain't change in the actual,
But a nice home , good man ,two kids and a dog would be virtual,
Almost like a simulation because she thinks it won't ever happen,
remembering her last boyfriend , her was eyes were blackened,
was never a role model , she'd tell them to join the wagon,
i'll meet you at the bus stop,

As beautiful as heaven and destructive like her dad,
lived at nana's house to go to school , she was the only one she had,
and she was always sad,
because her grand daughter that she loved dearly was simply
going mad,
Had her first child with a guy that'll never leave her side,
that'll never black her eyes , that'll never make her cry,
but instead in the midst of situations he would dry her eyes,
took her to rehab and showed how to be a strong person,
He Saved her life before her life could even worsen,
I see your happy at the bus stop.

******...
*****...
Worthless...
*****...
The silence that filled her room has hurt her more.
Her thoughts and dreams and hopes defiled-
Did God forget His precious child?

She fell in love with the devil's charms-
Sweet promises to bring her no harm.
Now, what was left of her heart once mild?
Did God despise His precious child?

Familiar faces and sweet memories gone.
Oh, dearest Father, what wrong have I done-
That you seem to refuse to see my heart's truest and purest desires?
Tell me father,did you forsake your precious child?

Forsaken
stars
Exposed
to the death
of
corruption