the path
before us

winds & loops

it is trodden
but not overused

mulch & grass
line the walkway
subtle foliage

flowers & ferns

the sunlight stretches
across the trail

hand in hand
we stroll along

she looked at
the azure sky
and mantis grasses.
mountains so gray,
and glaucous lakes
so long
colors so vibrant
like colored
by a crayon.

the frost made a pretty frosting glaze over the stiff grass
the wind nipped at my warm face and gathered at where my nose met the breeze
my nostrils inhaled the icy air particles
its winter now

So, tell me, lover
Why did you
Choose the impossible
And walk away
After watering the grass,
Making them grow wild?

the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
these are the rules
i don’t make them
somebody is always going to be better than me
should i look up or down?
to the glowing sun
or the deep blue sea?
this is the blood, sweat, tears
of thirteen years
of hate and love for myself
this is the breaking
this is the growing
this is the healing
this is the faking of my feelings
against who i am inside
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
in their ocean eyes i see the
future and in mine i see the past
in their hands i see pure bravery and
in mine i see brute strength and no control
and on their face i see and angel
on mine i see a spectre in
a twisted mask
that chips off
with every single one
of my tears
the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence
from this side of paradise
all you see is my broken heart
and your hands quickly sew it back
as another stitch rips.
the grass is always greener
when you are on the other side
because no flowers would ever grow
if never washed with rain
the moon is always brighter
when the sun is there to shine
on its beautiful, silver face
that would be hidden by our
shadows till it melted into
space. this is the breaking
this is the growing
this is the healing
this is the alpha
this is the omega
this is the end.

Swaying blades of grass
Tenderly await
Grazing cattle

her bare toes touch the
wet grass,
the bottoms of her feet
now covered in mud
her feet are the garden
growing fresh movements
her mind is the water
nourishing the herbs

You left me for better pastures,
You did't realize I too was fertile,
You just did not know how to cultivate me.
You are just a pastoralist looking for greener places.

By Arcassin Burnham


Baby don't you push me away,
Cause baby I ain't waste my time on you
for nothing,
I'm a good guy , guess that I was good for nothing.
Baby don't you push me away,
you put me through so much **** with my
people that its hard to call them my fam,
So their people to me, just like everyone else.
A lot on my mind , can't pass the time,
I'm in a loop,
I use to be a victim to the love thing , but it
took over and grew,
Soul searched for the wrong one , and now
this a requiem,
she could tell all her friends if she wants , I
don't have time for them,
You'll never take the confidence I have in
myself to see brighter sunshines and moonlights
and crimson dawns and all its beauty sparkling
a future that is only meant for me with
the right girl and right set of boundaries,
Not white girl that's so **** privileged,
she'll just down me,
I don't care if you push me away.

/

Enough of the racial slurs,
is there life in the stars I'm not sure,
Everybody in the world isn't pure.

Trust no one , hide your stash,
life is a check , don't get cashed,
reminiscent about what you had.

had a lot on your mind , you need air,
but there is certain things you can not bare,
life is telling you please grow a pair.

what you waiting for , At your peak,
nightmares at night when you sleep,
to have pride in this life , you can't keep.

proper,
sit up,
stand up,
sit down,
everybody gets a piece of the pie and the crown,
Uranus,
mars,
Jupiter,
the moon,
running through a grass field and the flowers stay bloomed.