By Arcassin Burnham


I Hope you look at me the same way even in death as you breathe your last breath
floating up as well,
I bet there would be a bunch of welcoming arms leading you to where I and the
angels play , its going well,
Just to see your pretty face again will be blessing even in heaven
where we reside,
And Love i promise i will never leave you ever in that life again now we
could sleep in paradise,

Glad we ran to the light,
Swear on that earth we would fight,
I don't know whatever reason but i regret everything i said to you that
you didn't like,
Glad that we,had lip-locked eyes,
commencing love , at first sight,
You would always laugh when i said the dumbest things on our first date,
then i told you babe i wonder what heaven looks like,
And now we're here together,

But i use to hate when you said you thought i didn't care,
But i do.

Yes i am
So long lost
Try to find
Meaning on my life alone
It is no depression
I don't believe in that ****
It is no" suicidal tendency"
Life is meant to be lived and happily
It is more of a confusion
More of a too much going on
More of a nice battle
More of a looking forward to the war
More of a learning period
That is where i am at
Lost confused but glad i am

and then the fleeting hours
go through the pains
and the tiny bits of happiness
on repeat

i'm glad they don't just leave


--Watercolour

we stroll around the city till the sun sets.
i glance over the clouds
while you're next to me

both of us
-strangers
-tourists
in the city
we got lost into the city and so do in ourself
babe, i found you
beautifully
imperfect
and i show you my flaws and scars
the ugly side of me

yet you smiled
and keep on looking foward
i dont know wherr are you taking me to this strange city
but somehow i feel home whenever you touched my fingers

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I'm so glad you found me again,
As we embrace, my loving man,
In our imaginations, a million years,
Happy memories and not one tear,
Maybe we're both out of time and space,
Our talents have come from another place,
Adam leads Eve across centuries,
So, this is what you mean to me, finally,
As we kiss, entwining, loving man.....
I'm so glad you found me again.

So glad I wasn’t born a Daesh Child
Or Indian lower caste.
Or in some ghetto in Brazil
Or wherever.

The hands of Fate were kind to me,
Being born a Brit.
An easy life, compared to many men.

To think I could have been born anywhere:
A black, white or yellow,
Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu….
Even a Royal!

I’m glad indeed at what I am,
But should my birth determine all?
I must have Choices
Little though they be.

I choose Agnostic though I’m C of E,
And Humanist is my Way.
My Love of Nature is a solid choice:
Compassionate Kindness being my Creed.

My race and gender (and being Straight)
Are set in stone
Popular or not.
But otherwise I’m just very glad
To be Free.

Paul Butters

sitting on my couch
in deep, constant reflection
i fell this overwhelming peace.
this warmth and glow in my body

i'm curious to know it's origins
then as i turn my gaze upwards
i'm a bit cheerful to realize
it's apple pie moonshine