practice, more practice
then the next time you sing high
you'll hit the right note

My lover's a spider
And the world's toppest weaver
"Weave me a dreamcatcher"
Got one at the snap of a finger
Most of all, he's also a very good kisser

They stand with their hands in their pockets.
One man adjusts his mesh cap, an excuse.
Something tiny, precious, real bleeps furiously through cargo khakis.
He types expertly with one finger and smiles chapped lips to himself.
Leaning against the uneven coffee counter, he reaches for his latte
and walks out the door with his fashion twin and best work friend:
grown men who assimilate in substandard choices to fit-in
years past high school.

I’m crying,
I’m dying,
I’m sighing,
And I’m sobbing
My heart’s throbbing,


The girl flips her hair
It eases my despair,
But all of a sudden she leaves
And my tears are being wiped on my sleeves.

All she wants is a simple kind of love,
But is that possible, with no one she in awe of?

He smiles sweetly up at her,
Though he knows no chemistry will occur.

So they sit in silence, lives apart
Knowing their souls will not share a heart.

Practice makes perfect,
But nobody's perfect,
So why practice?

By Arcassin Burnham


Silly girl,
Silly girl,
Silly girl,

Oh silly girl,
Could you,
Spare me the details,
I,
Been wanting to see you,
And,
See to that we prevail,

Oh silly girl,
There was,
Something about you,
And,
I can admit that and,
We could see all this through to the end of the road of
Existing and living through these situations like we've
Never wanted paradise to fall right out of the sky and
Carry us up  there seeing us as human beings that make
Mistakes and was intended to die like it was written,

Silly girl,
Silly girl,
Silly girl,

Oh silly girl,
I'm use to,
Loving in many ways and,
Giving my heart away for,
People that try again so,

Oh silly girl,
I see you,
All that you are, I support,
You and all the decisions you've made,
Covered in sin for in a blood sport babe.

all effortlessly
flowing out
of me,
when I
let go