sometimes, more than sometimes, but not as often as everyday,
i think about how those eyes you have consumed me,
the way their darkness was in complete contrast to the light you expelled,
and i think about how they would linger into my deep green eyes,
often that look was a wash of colour, but yet it was a pool of feeling,
i felt your love in that look, in those eyes, no matter how many times
they broke the colour so quickly that everything was bland, i felt it in the way
you would smile like your eyes were the ones that were hungry
and i wasn’t your prey, but i grew the light you would shine from, and
you grew the happiness i would have to bury, the tombstone that you carved broke into shards of colour all of which turned black when you cried yourself to sleep in the unholy grave that you made me dig.

She asked me what I was living for
And I gave her this confession

In this realm of population
In the sanctum that is living
This world only exist in
The spaces that demand it
Beings who's lives surround
Boundaries required to sustain
Thoughts and queries somehow persist
Against the grain
Pain and longing don't exist outside the brain
Its in this environment, a hostile place

We come face to face with the tantamount lack of grace
Perfection has no enemies because it has no face to hate
Emptiness is something to which each of us relate
Its all enveloped in the great cold distance

Developed in the river swiftly grinding our roots away
Drab and lifeless as a surprising softness sickening and meaningless
Blending together with the coarsest feathers to create the bed on which we lay
In lieu of living organs, please send your deepest thanks

And we both looked down into the grave
A connection in contrast to
The depth of recession all around us

And the ending's always the same
Each and every host finds themselves in a less than stellar place
Every spectacle and spec of plot laden hero
Is slowly digested

Among the monstrosities and grotesque scenery
Something else can take shape
And grow metaphysically
Fake though it may be in the face
Of such bleak uncertainty

Electricity

over feeling under the weather
whether we're together or not.
overcast skies weep outside,
my tinted window pane
stops the sun from burning
any feeling into my skin.
i'll blame the heavens for everything
they've opened up and gave me floods
when i wished to bask in love.
the sun and her love are not enough.
i turn in bed relentlessly
like i've dug my grave with pillowcases
and brushed cotton sheets.
i turn in bed to find her back to me,
and i can't feel her breathe.

By Arcassin Burnham


Want to live a life,
Make a sacrifice,
Don't be a Gemini,
I hope that you decide,
Don't be young and die,
People are too nice,
man i wonder why?
I'll always be on your side.

Tired of being stepped on in every place i am,
like peanut butter covered ******* without the jam,
Tired of being broke and having nothing on my own,
I swear on my own grave that i will at least atone,
gonna miss me when I'm gone,
memories just leaves me stunned,
waking up late every morning just to see the noon sun,
but it rains.
but it will ease some of the pain.

I know all the memories,
nowadays don't occur to me,
theres some hope out in the sea, feel the breeze,
i ain't ever going home. I like being on my own,

Want to live a life,
Make a sacrifice,
Don't be a Gemini,
I hope that you decide,
Don't be young and die,
People are too nice,
man i wonder why?
I'll always be on your side.

Tired of being stepped on in every place i am,
like peanut butter covered ******* without the jam,
Tired of being broke and having nothing on my own,
I swear on my own grave that i will at least atone.

If I get shot by them-
And you run away
Please come back for me-
I would be dead by then
So do pick me up
And lay me down-
In the depths of the earth
Where I've been shot
By my very own-
Bury me deep with flowers
And some scented seeds
So when the rain showers
These seeds would grow
Bestowing my fragrance
In the blooming gems-  
Decorating my grave
Just admire them-
Ask me if you do need them-
So my thorns shall not ***** you
Don't ****** and make me bleed
Atleast respect my love for you...


©sim

A broken jar
I fixed when fell
From a far
No one can tell

A broken heart
I tried to fix
But part by part
It all got mixed

A birds feather
I tried to catch
It blew off further
In the thorn patch

A child's cry
Weakened my soul
I went close by
His leg stuck in a hole

A set of painful eyes
Watched me through
An angel in disguise
Yes, that's true

I am quite broken
But I am strong
I am not a token
Don't take me wrong

My love is in my smile
Like a tombstone on a grave
I think for a short while
Then just smile and wave...


©sim