I remember the night the moon got huge and then faded to black
I spoke to you in my belly and wished for you to love the sky like I do

Looking up
a glass ceiling
my heart encased
darkness hovering
pitch black
& inked
a lake of illuminated
white clouds
silently watching
a drifting ~
iridescent glow
offering
enlightenment
radiating
like a Gods hands
stretching the
stained canvas
in beautiful sadness
dreamlike landscapes
Sky & Earth merge
an acquisition
of shattered tears
through a looking glass
a ghostly shadow
breath-taking
everything clear
in mirrored skies
a face ~
ducking out

masked,
cloaked
& hidden
from
the
night.

Cherie Nolan© 2016

She was the dream that never ended
Her garden was always well tended
Technicolor flowers and trees
Birds and bees.
But in the distance the shadowman danced
when the sun set in the sky
He spoke about the whereabouts of the moonchild
Their child together
A link they couldn’t sever
For they were divorced and divided
The shadows grew when the moonchild rose
The shadowman had the night, she had the day
But the shadowman kept the child from her
if the child chose it would be midnight forever
and the shadowman was manipulative and clever
His son he always spoilt with many gifts
but his son the moonchild sleeps and dreams of his mother
He will never hurt her or any other.
But sometimes on an eclipse
the moonchild steals the suns light
and his father and mother fight
But he always gives it back.
because the light of the Sun is blinding to the moonchild
and he has to let it go
So the sun will again glow.

By Arcassin Burnham

Sectioning out the number of loses in my
History from exs to family,
There's a thing called holy Trinity,
Hope my life will get better soon from all the
Healing,
If there was a chance,
Id take it,
I'm ready and willing,
I usually stay out of problems that my neighborhood
Portrays,
Got a bundle full of fake friends that simply know
My name,
Had to hold on to the memories of prices I paid,
But after awhile I got tired and just perished away,
Now that I'm operation ghost I can not speak to anyone,
Stay inside everyday and paranoia is really fun,
Sarcasm is one of the things I picked up from this
Experience,
I'm changing all of my appearances to something
More conspicuous,
This is getting more and more ridiculous,
And I just keep fighting this anxiety while I stay
Anonymous,
Staying hidden from the world,  no more psychiatrists,
You think I'm missing sanity well I'm not missing this,
I just hope I'm in the clear.

By Arcassin Burnham

Sick to stomach about the things that
I lack frequently so,
I put my life on the line for myself in order to grow,
I have no job , I have no life , I have no purpose in
Hand,
Haven't learned all the proper facts in life
To become a man,
Facing anxiety and depression , I don't know what
Is real,
I try to tell them but they don't understand how I must
Feel,
So in the future I realize that I have to live alone,
No calls , no text or even a use of a phone,
I missed my chance at success and I will never get it
Back,
I mess up everything, I'm a wreck and that is a strong
Known fact,
Non of these teens around here have the curse that I do
Meanwhile,
I write to release the pain of being figured out,
So I'm disgusted,
With my life,
You can't be trusted,
God will smite,
If your just worthless to everybody that you don't
Really Like.

By Arcassin Burnham

Never seen you here before until today with your
Smile and your grace , and your style , and your face
Looking at me as I stare into the dark corridors,
Your pride melted like cheap smores that devoured
Souls of their assisters and brother keepers , we don't
Ignore the way they treat us,
I got the remedy In case your anxiety comes like a
Sequel in hopes to hide the truth to a better meaning,
That's lethal,
Never seen such light like yours ,
Your neon's peaking,
Earthquake your fate into a mistake that Carry's weight
And extra baggage so that you won't get a date to who
Is just right or average.

By Arcassin Burnham

I know you like the shoes on my feet,
Walking into trouble,
I'm learning everything I could possibly
Know about all of our existences that reside
In smokey flamed wood alleys getting the
Alcohol out of our systems and fornicate on
Who to blame for adultery,
But the only thing on your mind is to blame
And insult me,
I got nothing against you or your armada honey,
Life is already bad enough for us all apparently,
Cause I've been chasing the rain and it shoots the
Roses away from all of the chaos and mischief just
Sitting right at our door steps while handing guns
To the teenagers that don't know any good,
I guess that's why they call it the hood,
(Static).