It was suddenly twenty-eight minutes
after three in the morning,
and I found myself in your bedroom.
Your sheets were cheap and creased,
your quilt was older than you,
and your pillow cases didn't match.
There were three pillows, and you had all of them.
I didn't mind.
Your breathing was the steadiest thing in your life right now,
and your back rose and fell
as regularly as your hopes did in the daytime.
There was nothing on your back -
whatever was there
an indefinite number of hours previously
had joined the convention of disorganized stress on the floor
that slept a mere seven and a half inches from us.
The mattress was as warm as we were,
and the whole of it held tightly to the scratched hardwood floor
that was probably still owned by those that lived here before you.
There was an appalling lack
of glow-in-the-dark stars
on your dull, cracked ceiling.
If only you loved me
If only you'd fall for this man
I would give you all my milk and honey
I would cater to everything you demand
But you do not share what I feel
and maybe you'd never will
Maybe we are just that different
and maybe my love for you isn't real
Love, and other feelings alike, will pass
That is what time does to the heart
But each and every time we caress
I never wished for us to be apart
Maybe I was right all along
All my doubts and second thoughts from the start
If only love would last long
If only it could last longer than this
Then I wouldn't have to admit that I was wrong
and we'd separate with more than just a kiss
By Arcassin Burnham
All life I've been an outcast forced to be in a world I didnt understand
which put me right where I didn't want to be,
learning all of the worlds ways in hopes that I could get rid of my bad thoughts of the past and freeze my memory,
All of the sorrows and all of the heartache, all the self pity and all the shame, I managed to pull through with all of my sanity,
Finding the little things in life and the little pieces to my good memories will only in the end leave me happy,
Would have played out in a different setting if i were just...
They play with paints,
They play with the new skins,
The naughty children didn't listen.
Their now cutting away at the skin,
Hoping to take away something,
And replace it with something fresher and new;
The want to be "Prettier",
More "Interesting and funny,"
They don't wish to be made fun of, they want to be loved.
They hum out dark tunes that sing out the pleas for help,
No one knows that everything is painted one.
The children are lost, scared and confused.
They don't know, "Who are we," They wonder silently,
Hoping they could ask but they know better then to speak to loud.
They can't see the damage,
So they keep putting innocent child's paint on their raw skin,
And washing it away and re-painting for something better:
A good, polite child that everyone wants.
Each time one washes away another is put on.
They children are addicted,
But this addiction is as dangerous as the drugs.
Its a crime, but their is no law against hurting your self-esteem.
Painted masks that cover the low self-esteem.
That doesn't show all the scars that won't heal,
But simply manifest into something bigger.
The young children that learn to put on masks,
Have now forgotten themselves.
People tell me
To just let it go
Move on without
Looking back to
A time so long ago
But I can't just do that
How am I to get
Over a time
That only happened
In my mind
There's so many things
We had planned to do
I wanted to
Fly down to Rio with you
Now it all vanished
Into the dark
Life has torn us apart
You are going places
I'm stuck in my heart
I wonder if we
Ever get to be
To finish what we
A chance not taken
I waited too long
All hopes are forsaken
Now you are gone
You said I didn't
Show you enough
How much I liked you
Now you called my bluff
Spinning in circles
One word too much
Now it's too late
On top of the world
I thought you were mine
Now down in the dumps
No I'm not fine
A chance not taken
It's all my fault
Can we awaken
A love from the vault?