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.

Even the strongest of skin
Will weaken in time
Wasting this breathe--
Surviving alone.
Why is it so easy to destroy?
But so difficult to repair?
I seem to simply repeat the same idiotic mistake
Suppress the inner conflict
Hide the pain in me
So, I can pretend it doesn't phase me
Since I don't know what love is.

It's just a phase...
… A lovely bit of me is falling away
     My mind is losing itself in the fake
     A harrowing idea is growing with each day...

There were days when the cold moon did not return at night;

i would stay, frozen, under the dark blanket called sky,

waiting

for a sign of reassurance,

for a sign of the end to my loneliness,

hoping something would save me from the enveloping grasp of darkness

when the moon returned the next day, slowly until it was full

before it decided to start leaving me again.

Beauty of the physique is but an illusion,
It leaves in awe but its not everlasting,
Its fascinating yet quickly fades,
It grabs attention,
Brings forth attraction,
But goes no further than that,
Beauty is a phase,
Enjoy it while it lasts; if you can.
Inner beauty?,,
Well inner beauty is forever,
It attracts and maintains the attraction,
It never fades,
It keeps the soul awake!
Its beautiful,
Beautiful beyond what the eyes can see,
Its real,its not an illusion..
Its true.
Its who you are,its beautiful.

It's coming to a rest.

Welcome new beginnings.

The transformation has just completed.

Time for New Phase.

When you told me I was doing great for a woman my size, I passed you off and told myself that "compliment" had good intentions.
When you called me sweet cheeks I ignored you. A woman like me is used to men like you.
When you told me the stair master made my *** look bangin, I was both honored and appalled.  My *** may be my greatest feature but ****** comments have their place and the gym is not one of them.
When you asked me for my number, you were rude, acting in a way in which no gentleman should act. I told you no. And I meant no.
When you called me a ***** loud enough for the whole gym to hear, you were only making yourself look bad.
When you came up and wrapped your arm around my shoulder and told me you were going to take me out for a good time on friday night, I was terrified and suddenly praying for a **** whistle.
When you insisted I promptly informed you I was lesbian, and to let you down gently, not my type.
When you called me a **** I took no offense, that word has become meaningless. Then you told me it must be a phase, that I just hadn't been with a man like you. That you could change me.
When you said "hop on this **** ****" I was done with your games. I pushed you aside and when you ****** my shoulder back you were the one to end up with their *** on the ground.
Dear namless man at the gym,
When you said you could help me through my phase, you were wrong. Being gay is not my phase. Being straight was.

Enough to be written,
Enough to be said.
Is it all gone,
Now that it has gone to your head.
This passing phase which you call true love,
Is nothing but smoke and mirrors,
A blind spot in the heart.
If you go to fast and fly to high,
It'll hurt even worse when you fall from the sky.
I don't want to destroy the happiness that you hold,
But the fear I have is much too bold.