A* Word.
A Phrase.
A Number.
A Gaze.

No Freedom.
No Time.
No Fun.
No Rhyme.

Our Minds.
Our Thoughts.
Are Shaped,
And Bought.

Eradicate.

I am just a number
at least thats how I feel
nothing makes me dumber
than being told that I am
just another stupid number

Everything changes,
Every once in a while.
Time ticks by in different ranges,
People's personalities' become like a file.
Information
Increases.
But what shouldn't change?
You?
No.
No one stays the same,
Some want to seek fame,
Some want to play at Olympic games.
But I have name,
So keep that in your mind,
Until we can really find,
What's lost,
*In todays time.

By Arcassin Burnham


Writing your number,
To make sure I remember,
On that cold December,
Lost with ember,
Her name was amber,
Lovely as ever,
Jesus Christ would be intrigued,
At the creation he presented,
With a smile like yours indeed,
And your eyes I forgot to mention,
The love you give is incredible,
And your character kissed my heart,
And I was lost.......
And I was lost,
Making me figure out that what I've lost,
Is only a figment of my imagination,
Writing your name and number on this bag,
Is my motivation.