The clocks wind down,
and soon the Earth will spin
tightly again.

How many passes do we need
to take a conscious breath?
How many paths?

The curtain lowers
before the curtain rises again.
I find myself staring at the red velvet,

the in between.

by Arcassin Burnham

Dream through the forest and all of the trees,
through them I'll arise
from the side of these leaves,
and in the fall
I'll fall again,
there is no reason
to pretend,
i'm floating up consciousness in the end,
the twenty-second time without knowing the
worth,
As long as you have a soul that could
cross the earth,
no whirlwinds
being a teen is not easy in any country,
I don't compare my situations to all,
but in this case..
depression is a ***** and so is karma,
from the nails on my hands to my saliva,
biting them constantly.


©ABPoetry2016

And after the storm the wind scatters
You take stock of how much of yourself you’ve lost  
Checking for new scars and bones rattled
Reeling from the shell shock
Picking up the now rearranged thesis of who you are
Dusting off your soul and it’s unrecognizable in the light
So you sit there in silence
Fathoming every reason you’re still alive
You dive a little deeper
Delving secrets from the mind
You can’t describe what you’re seeking
But it feels like paradise
An infinite calm but only out of the corner of your sight
Contact is imminent
But perhaps this isn’t the time
If not now then when?
It’s the same question presented to you at the eye
After you’ve splayed into everything you will see in ice and shadows
But as you are it stands for something out of reach
And then wind picks up again
As every storm is not without meaning

It’s not easy calming down…
                                          This feeling…
Calming down— this feeling
                                                         ­           Calming down…*

It was the way you moved
You had the galaxy behind you
Must admit I swooned into another lifestyle
Cigarette kisses just to taste your exile
Stranded and **** I sort of loved the way you treated me
Passed out
Drunken mess
Loved the way you sang to me
Course it wasn’t meant to be forever
Light traveled onto something better
But the shadow left was something tethered
So unexpected was the way my heart lingered
Long nights
No sleep
Wretched in demeanor
Chasing ***** with tequila
Now the cigarette kisses were my life
What the **** did I get into when I said you were forever on my mind
Another circumstance
Another lesson from the shifting sands
More than perspective this was how I learned to take a stand
So thank you
This convalescent had some kind of breakthrough
Over time the words collected
Future past and present found the same truths you gave me
I was being selfish
On some lame rouse to break free
I was really helpless
So with this I really wanna let you know
That I’m grateful
Mean you really gave the kid a chance to grow
Now the rain’ll wash the pain away
It means I’m off to find some better days
So safe travels, soft beds, and make waves

there was the sun.
brighter than anyone could believe,
passionate with its fire.

and the moon.
a sentimental romantic,
with a wild shimmer.

the moon lusted the luminescent brilliance of the day,
the sun fell for the vivacious spark of night,
and soon the two fell deeply in love.

now the sun had a fate,
a generational inevitability,
of an almighty “solar eclipse.”

solicitous about the phase to come,
as the vibrant colors of blood red
occupied their minds

fret none, said the sun,
for i rise and set for you, my dear,
perhaps the “solar eclipse” may not transpire at all.

but it did.
and the moon did nothing but stand in the way,
as the sun relished in the luminescent glory.

and just like any crossing of paths,
the eclipse came to an end,
and they went their separate ways.