They fell in love in June,
When the sun shone rays of gold.
She—
With her flaxen-brown locks of warmth.
He—
With his brawny arms of fire,
They fell in love in June.

They fell in love in June.
The moment their eyes locked to the opposite sides of the same window
Was the scene they would never forget.
She—
With virginal hope hovering her logic,
And he—
With masculine autonomy clouding the last of her clear days,
They fell in love in June.

They fell in love in June.
The window protected her from the fire,
But they pierced the glass together.
Craving the heat from her beloved,
She sank into the smoky fumes.
And the fumes were friendly at first.
She loved inhaling the smoke that arose from under the gentle sheets.
He touched her in ways that didn’t burn her.
And they felt passion at first.
They felt vulnerable fury in the fingers of one
And ardent lust in the palms of the other,
As they fell in love in June.

They fell in love in June,
She
With his nourishing flames.
And he
With the image of her broken hunger longing for them.
They fell in love in June.

By Arcassin Burnham

From being jumped on a bus, To friends showing true colors, Take pity on you all, To death or some other My life was not a box of chocolates, More like a take cover, I pray you ******* die, Like a dreaded lover,

For my exs, You will never have my love again, You ******* are ****** anyway, I hate you all with a deep sorted passion, Make me think I'm a horrible person, Cause I love to ****, Put my frustration out on you, So the times I had with y'all will perish still, From being called a fake, To the accuse of a non cheater system, I hope you ******* have babies, And the fathers leave them.

The annoyance And the anger, Would only get me through my day, And for that I hate myself, Knock you out, So you dont have the words to say, And still I pray today, To everyone that left me behind, A horrible fate. Die.

Learning from inside-out, crouched, how do I tie this double-knot?
Acoustic ambience bouncing around in the space between my ears
Creating songs the shape of you,
sea of sadness.
Melancholic temple,
where you have gone to worship all your life,
is burning to the ground in great, blundering flames.
Was it you
who nearly drowned
last June?
Was it you
who never
ever
let them
forget?

I sit on my computer
legs so sore I can hardy walk
head hurts from the nights last shooter
but combined pain doesn't compares to our previous talk
it started so sweet
let me take you to the heavens and show you the stars
while listening to Pandora
George Straight "I got a car"
we stared at each meteor
wished on each one
two hours later
you said our love was done.
Rage took me over
As you cried your sorrowful tears
you went to the bedroom
I pounded there beers.
You left the next morning
As a tear fell from your eye
you walked out the door
I still wont say goodbye.

The slight twist of weather
Rain, sunshine, and clouds
Whispers in the air
To increase gradually or calm down
The rain pitter patters on the tin roof
The clouds scurry over in a ****
Continuing on just for a short while
And then trails along the sun shining with a smile
April fades and May swings by
Then summer comes, June and July

J.
U.
N.
E.

With each letter,
It's divided into fourths.
With each syllable,
You fade away.

As the days and hours
Tick on and on,
I feel you.

Dripping
Out of my pores.
Scraping
Out my guts.
Packing
My heart,
And taking it to go.

Now I can't
Look you in the face
Can't
Find comfort in your embrace
Can't
Stand in one ******* place,
Because my paycheck
Is running out.

I knew in the beginning
That this time would come,
So I'm not saying
That this isn't fair.

But when you leave,
My love will be lost.
Maybe I should have looked first,
For how much
You cost.

The braches of the faint oak were bewitched to a dark gold under
the orange, thick silk sunset. 
The wood, as the sun lowered, changed from apple green
to golden billow
which swept foamy,
rose clouds along a now cucumber, blurry horizon.
Plump plums and fruit rinds
litter ripe walkways alongside the flower beds who's tickled buds
are closing slightly as the fickle sky, gone nine, turns to a majestic
Indian blue and the June monastery's milky swirls are lit by the sugar lump stars.