I offered you a poem
Hoping it would help you see
The words too proud to speak aloud
A more authentic me

You didn’t need to like it
Never asked you to pretend
I chose to share my heart to bare
To my kind and lovely friend

You skimmed the lines so quickly
Crumbled paper on the floor
And with a glance cast it askance
Claiming poetry a chore

Through the careless criticism
Silence broke my soul apart
I became aware that you don’t care
About the contents of my heart

And so I learned my lesson
Closed our pre-poetic door
And as for sharing souls, my friend
The words they are no more

jump in the passenger
you can hold the shotgun
and we'll take the tour
in my temple
god's house
I've lost the keys
in the same place I think
as my mental
the cops are just here
restraining order
the limits of my Love
have boarders
who pay no rent
in my heart
they've got squatters rights
I can't kick em out
but I can let you in
a small fee of your time
but in the end
I will pay the price
constantly in life
first stop a cottage
too small for
all my baggage
with her the closest
I came to marriage
she loved every part of me
my biggest supporter
emotionally
saw my damage
I put her in
all my insecurities
became her most
treasured critic
she buried my memory
in the attic and
threatened I'd be arrested
when I demanded passage
I didn't do her justice then
and I can't do it now
she's a stranger
whose last act
threw me out
she's the only one
I'm sure
Loved me back

she's brilliant
and I know
I'm in trouble
the last poem
I wrote
and she never
responded
because the
last poem
before that
was meant to
convey Love
but somehow
I mentioned
the holocaust
of which she's
a third generation
survivor
and now my
poems are tainted
with the blood
and ******
I'm reminded
I'm off kilter
maybe I'll
leave her lonely
and that'll fix her
I'm not being
spoken to
anymore
but in a
moment or two
I'll be reminded
with another fixture
for my attachment
that I'm a ***** loose
neighborhood
of abandoned houses

I've got too many books that I just don't read
and too many lines which I need not speak
and so many times I still forget to breathe
So darling, you're not what I need

I've so many thoughts running through my mind
and too many lines in queue for me to write them
and so many mates who could do with good advice
So darling, I've not got the time

I've seen too many films and I've seen this bit
I've had too many drugs and I know this trip
I can't play the guitar but I've played this riff
So darling, why don't we just leave it?

Sometimes I speak slightly at an angle,
or blow money out quick like a candle.
Sometimes I'll be too heavy to handle
so don't pick me up because I could be ******* fragile.

I've been to all the shows and I know this song
and I'll still get the key, tune, note, words wrong
and I've a long list of friends where it's been way too long
I'm sorry, you're not what I want

I'm a reject and i know this because
everybody has that one person or
one group of people that
just isn't the same without each other.

But I
have never found such people

I wander, hopelessly hopeful
of making some conversation,
but I never have anything to talk about
because I can never be a part of their
life long enough to have anything
meaningful to mention

I'm a reject and i know this because
people i know are usually easily picked
out of a crowd. They are never left behind.
They are included.

But I
always enter the chatter midway

I pick up bits and pieces as I
come and go, like a vulture
for gossip and for information
because I am always the one to message first
and I am always the one to be mentioned last.
I'm nobody's first pick.

I'm a reject and i know this because
I can't just have one selection of people
to choose from. I acquaint myself with
everybody I meet.

But I hate it because
I feel like nobody, and nobody knows me.

Except
                      for
                              ­        You

Believed buried,
A heart estranged from it's beat,

Suddenly revived,
How strange to feel all but meek,

It was the stone I had unturned,
That hid something beautiful I learned,

And to know,
Beneath the surface of the stone that glow,
Was to love you so,

Yet it's love you choose not to know,
And despite a promise,
You must let me go.

I want to love you
    It seems impossible
I yearn to love you
    But its not within reach
For you to love me
     Is more than i can love you

By Arcassin Burnham

When you speak i feel your pain,
Wanna comfort you in rain,
Knowing problems are the same when it comes to this here phase,
She said "shut the **** up babe",
Its the first time you called me that.....
Always wanna up and stay,
Your house is a block away,
This is just the greatest day when I'm touching on your face,
Your soul I wanna embrace,
She said call me when I get home , I'll get right on that,
And then it hits me.....

I know you,
I know your worth baby,
I know you,
I know your worth baby,
I know you,
I know your worth baby,
When you speak i feel your pain,
Wanna comfort you in rain,
Knowing problems are the same when it comes to this here phase,
She said "shut the **** up babe",
Its the first time you called me that,
You called me that.

few words as possible.
what the ****?
why?

All I ever wanted was for mommy to say she loved her little boy. To say "I'm proud of you". To look at me without shame. All I ever lived for was to prove my worth to her. To have her recognize me, to say "I love you". To hug me so the demons flee. All I ever longed for, was for a mother. To hold me and say " Don't worry, everything will be OK". Instead, all I've ever received was cold 'love'. I received lonely birthdays, followed by insults and comparison of my younger blood. All I ever received was beatings and rage. The bottle claimed her just as the blade claimed me. All I received was isolation. All I feel now is rage. Rage to her, rage to the world for abandoning me. Rage to my friends for having love, hating then secretly because they're not alone in the middle of a crowd. All I feel is apathy, an indifference to a life that's been unkind to me. I didn't ask to be the monster, so why do they complain when I show all I know? I am just a simple product of society's rejects. All I ever dreamed for, all I ever prayed for, all I ever hoped for, was just to not be alone. But that's all I got, it's all I know.