How do we summarize our lives? If we were given the choice of one word to describe the life of each person, what would yours be?

time belongs to no one.
rather, it belongs to everyone.

everyone but the one who wishes
they could harness it.

like a wild horse, it can only be
tamed if it is given.

given, given from those who we
try in vain to give it to.

my time is not my time,
and yours is not yours.

it switches, it tangles...
and it is given, and taken away.

You control my time.
And I control yours.

By Arcassin Burnham


Subsequently locked up in your world from
faucets that I wash my hands from Thinking
about your incense And what it does to a man
like me mentally And physically embracing your
love  With every aspect of my human Genocide that
practically provokes my pride and takes away the only
piece of me if you died......
I loved your heart  And your intelligence,  
Got your back against the wall Halo bound , your soul Heaven sent,

You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?

The simple things I'm telling you result to things I
Make you believe in constantly changing your opinion
On life and death and lights in Japan making you wonder
Of the consciousness in the back of heads saying you
Better make you mind up
And I was tortured by your smile for long , it made me say things,
I was looking like I've never kiss a girl before in the rain,
Which I haven't,

You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?
You better make your mind up, do you want me or not?

I've given up on giving up
Whats the point of stopping halfway down the mile stretch
I've broken down a million times
Reconstruct me into something stronger
I've cried on a daily basis
Let this be the fuel for my future confrontations
I've wanted to end my life on so many occasions
I should stop playing God and allow myself to die naturally
I've always thought my life was full of negatives
When in reality,  every negative has a opposite
A positive. And that is worth waiting for

I was lively
And full of dreams
I chased the dark skies
And waited for him...
I was mere eighteen
When love happened to me
He was only twenty
And irresistible to me...
We talked long hours
No matter; Day or night
We made promises
Under those dim lights...
He touched me
With his voice
And My body shivered
Every time he said goodbye...
We walked for miles
And shared our lives
He said he was broken
And needed me by his side...
He gave all the love
I ever asked for
In return
He used to smile and walk off...
Weeks and months passed
Until he asked me
He wanted me to take another step
And surrender myself to him...
I was scared
And was definitely not ready
I kept silent
While he kept reminding me of my duties...
His voice changed
And so his touch
As if he was waiting all this long
To unbutton my shirt...
I was confused
While he made a distance
As if I was the culprit here
And needed the punishment...
I finally surrendered
And he smiled
He held me in his arms
While I felt broken and cheated...
But i still had hope
In my diminishing love
I decided to end my virginity
To save my precious love...
He did all he wanted
Day and night
But it was his touch
That doesn't sound right...
Now it's the body
That all he ever wanted
My soul was lost
But he never bothered to ask why?
I wept in darkness
And lonely night
He only called and messaged
When he wanted to undress me by his side...
I was cheated and
My love was lost
He used me
Like a *** toy...
I finally spoken
And broken up with him
He smiled and went away
As if I never meant anything to him...
This is the truth
Which I wanted to share
Don't lose your virginity and soul
To someone who says I love you and want to see you naked....
I was lively
And full of dreams
I chased the dark skies
And waited for him...
I was mere eighteen
When love happened to me
He was only twenty
And irresistible to me...

I write my name
My label, my identifier
My word, my definer
I write my name
And it looks wrong, outgrown
Do I have the power, the control
The grip
To change it

Get a grip
Stop slipping
State the facts
Stop tripping

You’re 17 and you’re young
You’re 17 and you have metal in your head
You’re 17 and you have metal taste
Stuck on your tongue
Dripping off when you talk
Forming the puddles in which you walk
Pooling in words that burn
They are a curse slipping through the smile
That reaches your eyes
Only because you painted it there

With brown eyes you can't make friends
With brown eyes you cried until you couldn’t
With brown eyes you smile like it’s free
You quit dancing
You quit schooling
You quit pretending
You started pretending

I am not the same as the infant born 17 years ago
I am not the same as the name that they gave me
I am not the same as the others that held my name
I am separate from that title
I am something new, beyond
Something true and someone gone

Scar after scar twinkles in the light
Hair after hair is torn out every night
What do you call a work in progress
Incomplete is not my name
I am not quite obsolete
To many I appear petite
To many I should just retreat
What a privilege to be given something to cling to that you never desired to own
No, rain is not the same as snow

A name is not a name
My name is not my name
It is a label I stole from fame
Nicole Kidman is not my role model
But her role was my model
My mother was her model on set
But this is a stage on which we are players
And I will not give a verse a name that is not of my own creation
I will not credit the broken, glue-coated, splinters of myself
To some foreign and separate person
No, not to someone else