We spend so much time editing ourselves,
correcting every little thing that displeases.
Even my poetry is revisited,
trying to pretty up all my diseases.
But I no longer want to appear "neat" or "tidy".
I want to show the world all the things I am hiding...

It is difficult to do the right things,
some times I would rather sin,
but then I remember
Who gave me new life again.

I lay in my bed too long when I wake,
trying to read my bible,
but like the disciples
I fall asleep...

I am too ******* myself, thinking I need to be perfect.
Other times I don't try hard enough,
out of fear that it isn't worth it.

I struggle to forgive, others and myself.
I struggle to realize only I can choose to not live
in hell

I want to restore relationships, but sometimes I fear it
hurts too much.
I am working on remembering
Who is my source of love.

My biggest admission, is that I try to control.
I want to tell God how to write the story,
thinking my words are some how better or more bold.
When in reality He is author of every single thing.
I am reminding myself I am lucky to even be written
into a single page.

By Arcassin Burnham

Strawberries crush between
Diamond-like humans,
Crystal crusted rivers,
And earring leaves,
Feelings on vacation,
Red and blue roses cover the ground,
Queen in my eyes,
Please don't leave,
Your thoughts are off tonight,
No need to fight,
Violence won't solve anything but
Chemistry can,
Dark times are crawling over us,
Keep an open mind , it won't stop us,
I can reasure that my love will stay
Stored away,
I'll keep you safe,
I'll pray for you,
Pray for you,
Save diamond valley,
Open up the gates for you,
Almost like heaven but without the clouds,
Your mother and father would be most greatly
Proud,
That you still hold the crown.