midnight thoughts and wasted eyes
waiting for the sun to rise
owls are howling, so depressed
the morning light will be our guest

dosen’t matter if we’re drunk or sober
wasted nights in late october
leaves are floating down to earth
feeling like we’re nothing worth

For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is October’s poem. Enjoy!

Red, orange, and yellow.
I am succumbing to a cascade of color.
No longer who I was.
Now, who I am meant to be.

I am falling deeply in love with you.
This time of year draws me nearer.
It must be the season.
When all fails, you remain constant.

I have worked my whole life for this.
You are what I deserve.
This feels like something promised.
Or a dream realized.

Fall clothes are dusted off.
The closet is filled with new life.
Nothing else remains there.
We live an honest love.

Fires are being built.
Everything is in its proper place.
So are you.
We ready ourselves for the cold.

Those darkened days will come.
This is truer than we realize.
We would do ourselves justice,
If we would prepare for the moment.

Change surprises so many couples.
We can learn from this.
They can be our guide;
Our north star in the Seattle night.

Until then, I love you.
Beyond our failings,
This will remain true.

The old Vermont sun shone low in the western sky, wringing itself dry of the last drops of heat for the year, my back reaching for all the warmth it can catch. I tip my head up from its downward shell I created with the brim of my red white and blue hat in an effort to escape my face from the wind. My eyes focus towards the wind whipped trees up ahead; their branches look exhausted as they cling onto the last of the elder leaves. As I widen my vision to a towering landscape, I fail to hold back my surprise at the sight of snow-capped mountains.

Like an evil kingdom atop a large hill, the upcoming winter lurks in the dull grey fog; striking fear in the world beneath it. The snow is the ominous army marching away from the empire; slowly yet surely. Without warning, a great gust catches the brim of my hat, throwing it backwards into oblivion. Winter is nearing me. Cold dark days lie ahead once again.

by Arcassin Burnham


Chill as the cold long winters sending rodents
into hibernation scraping knees and keeping
secrets minding your own **** business in a
city full of snakes where everyone knows your
name and all of your whereabouts with the most
currents doubts and rumors they hear from people,
but I'm just keeping it wavy,
but I'm just keeping it wavy,
but I'm just keeping it wavy,
i swear, I'm playing it safely,
A lot of people ,they hate me,
happened before but it will not phase me,

but I'm just keeping it wavy,
                                                          but I'm just keeping it wavy,


its too late to save who I was , not in this distant future,
memories will remain so vivid like scarring kama sutra,
vulnerable like taking my life to get me out of this hell,
cutting down barriers in life won't stop me getting to you,
look at me i'm ,done with this,
was a troubled kid with fiery mist,
hard enough to become a pacifist,
life tried to hit me with the dodge ball , but it missed,
deep memories with fake people and the fake smiles,
won't tolerate the **** when i create my first child,
but I'm just keeping it wavy,

but I'm just keeping it wavy,
but I'm just keeping it wavy,
i swear, I'm playing it safely,
A lot of people ,they hate me,
happened before but it will not phase me,
but I'm just keeping it wavy,
                                                         but I'm just keeping it wavy.

Tallest trees, burnt out realities
A hundred acre wood, haunted
Life, a fairy tale without ending
Bitter bedtime story
Buried in a segmented quarry

Bothering through, the hurt of two
Conquered by sorrows with fear of tomorrows
As the seasons' change

Time will mend these roles and parts
Actors on a stage possessing real heart
The first time in human history,
Happy endings

No more bitter glories
The flavour of life underwater
Another colourful persona
Built to make them believe you

Nothing is forever
Always something better
Swings of highs
Valleys of lows

All the flavours of pain and hurt
Come and go
Old, young, beat up
Cheap whiskey, girls listening to me on cassette tape

The follies of me when I was you
So much to see and so little to say
The going price for the life in a day
For all I bought and all you sold
The single drop of a river run cold

A late goodbye
Something good
What had been done
Late October day
Endings of new beginnings
Tears of the many roads
For which I died