Shy girl
I'll tell you how I feel
While you hide behind that smile
And the soft hellos
I'm afraid to ask you
How you feel about me
Your reply will be

                             You know.

Omniscience is empty
I don’t want to know everything;
I don’t even want to know you.
The evidence is not humane,
No one needs proof of being
I need not fathom;
I need motion,
The dance between the ribs;
Wed the sapient to the savage
Where is the fine line?
You cannot intuit till you cross it,
But keep both eyes open
At all times;
Not the pretty ones with the lashes,
That swallow the light,
But the ones that devour the dark.

The lucky ones that have fallen in love will understand.

Love isn't fate,
it's chance.
So when you have that chance
dont waste a minute taking a
second glance.
Love is laying
in a twin size bed,
pouring sweat.
His smells like vanilla,
mine smells like death.
Love is standing
in front of a mirror,
shaving together
and admiring
the way his round face
is shaped.
Love is laughing
at the silly faces
that only he can make.
Love is swinging
beside him and momentarily
forgetting the mistakes
we both made.
Love is how
he knew something
was wrong just by
a simple sigh.
Love is the
soft kiss he'd
give while between
my thighs.
Love is when
he'd f**k me
so hard i'd fall
off the bed.
Love is being
comfortable with him
and his curly head.
Love is sunshine
that would illuminate
our intertwined hands.
Love is listening
when he tells me to go slower.
(I'll remember this even
when i'm much older.)
Love is still
waking up and reaching over
only to find an empty space,
even all these years later.
Love is knowing
the difference between
a poem and
just
remembering.

everyday I wake
with the hope
today will be
the first time

again and again

By Arcassin Burnham

Unnecessary tragedies that happen to the world,
A daily dose for every little boy and girl,
Your catholic family don't support the swirl,
steal a chain and **** a guy but they dust your pearls,
In a teenage story its obvious to see,
a young girl could have a child unexpectedly,
the guys an ******* and wants to take a test,
but you know the child is yours so let it be,
Like the Beatles song singing to a cruel world,
Should be a daily dose for every boy and girl,
Instead you wanna stay in the house on the couch with your
phone waiting as the world turns,
Instead you wanna blame everyone for mistakes in life even
when the world burns,
selfish is selfish don't give it concern.

I can't understand
why everybody is so infatuated
with the idea of
having it "all figured out."
I don't understand my crippling
fear of not knowing;
where did it come from
and who planted its seed?
Because this fear of not knowing
is the forest living within me,
feeding itself with
my paralyzing thoughts
and if I could,
I'd ask it all to stop.
Life is being portrayed as
some puzzle we all need to complete
and I fear stumbling;
I fear the human act of
making a mistake,
because Heaven forbid,
something goes left
instead of right.