By Arcassin Burnham


Listen to the beat of my heart it's like a tiny drum,
But filled with so much life and blood til it overflows
With anger and shame to get it boiling or does your
Sadness turn it cold again,
Maybe you should cut ******* ends,
Maybe you talk to all your friends,
If you had some then that would be somethin',
Really there's no need to pretend,
But you're a loner
Always will be,
Stays at home and thinks of memories,
The bad ones not the ones with envy,
Get a hold of yourself in this economy,
I did not know now where I would be,
if i didn't let **** get to me,
if all the things in life that I've encountered was pleasant to me,
i wouldn't having this conversation with my heart nailed on my sleeve.

I collect labels so I can hide
so I can flip the conversation
so I can hide the bad odd and spark their disinterest

I want a perfect body
I want a perfect face
You look like an angel
I just feel so out of place

Your laugh is like music
Your voice like a song
I stand and look at you
And I know I don't belong

You're so special
And I'm a creep
Everybody wants you
But nobody wants me

I wish I was special
But I'm just a creep
everybody wants you
They don't give a ****
About me

In time it seems sweet dreams never come easy
A sad song on repeat, My soul grows sleepy.
Who am I.. but an alien among the alien-nation
Known only to the unknown
Solitude is all they've known.
Listen Closer and you'll maybe hear,
the metronome of a heart, carved into a cave.
Hollow and dark, Imagine it inside out.
Still the same, But only now it's surrounded by Light.
what Seems remade isn't all that remains.
But a chip too, from the old dark.
still and soft; it still strikes the spark.
The sound is the Sounds of distant echos...thundering, Wandering and Wondering,
Close my eyes and picture Memories so vivid, although they have aged so very much...
They still bring joy and tears to my eyes.
Unexplainable. its such a beautiful, Bitter sweet life.

1 | 31 Poems for August 2016

Before I put my words and wishes in a poem, I put them in a prayer first.
Luyanda once told me that I don’t always have to rhyme every time I write these words down.
She also regularly told me that I need to smile twice as much as I frown.
I have been a loner, way before my peers began smoking marijuana.
Sitting in the local park or standing on some dodgy neighbourhood corner.
But I can’t judge them, sometimes I want to get lost in those same clouds too.
They all get so high to the point where they cannot even see the ground.
I’m from the city where jacaranda trees light up the streets with their purple blooms, but I’ve told you before.
Spoken words filled with so much truth, I had to reiterate the quotes I wrote back in my youth.
You need to know the value of life before it gets taken away from you.
Will you be a victim of the past or pay homage to your mother’s womb?
View the kaleidoscope of life through the perspective of a spoken-word poet.
Freedom and love are like finding forever and I hope that everyone in my life knows it.
Let’s all meet in the pages of a story where the ink always holds us together.
Every poem of mine is written from the heart so every single word you hear is guaranteed to be a pulse.
I have been a loner, way before my peers began smoking marijuana.
Before I put my words and wishes in a poem, I put them in a prayer first.
Luyanda once told me that I don’t always have to rhyme every time I write these words down.
She also regularly told me that I need to smile twice as much as I frown.
I’m Lonnie Lynn with the poetry and maybe that explains why we have a lot in common.

We all are trying to **** loneliness,
You came to life to **** your parents loneliness,
You will marry someone to **** your loneliness and the person marrying you the same,
We make friend's - enemies just to not feel lonely because we all know loneliness is scary,
We think it's a torture but
It's a bliss most of us don't understand