Trying to race my mind
It usually wins
My pain comes alive
And so it begins

I'm thinking
Wanna be drinking
Sinking
With an inkling
Of what comes next
I'm flying
And dying
Don't like me?
*******
You're lying
So keep trying
To produce that copious shade

I'm frustrated
Recreated
Into the fray
I'll navigate it
Swipe here
A slash there
I'll gravitate
****
A wink here
The charm there
I radiate it
I always get what I want
Can't negotiate it

I want to live my life
Like the ones in the movies
And I start to think
My life's a parody
Of a tragedy
Deepening my grief

But I'm still alive...

She is looking out the window

again. Wishing for there to be

no window. That she could feel the

tumbles of pittering rain droplets as they

run with the wind. On her face. She

thinks on how her autumn-harvest

hair would plaster against her pinked-out

cheeks and jaw and lips. She

watches, seemingly unable to forget her

evening plans. It's down to her mother's

black silk or the leopard-skin

gloves, but both are ripped and she

doesn't know how to sew. She

isn't tired. She's exhilarated. Ready to

feel the rain and wind and trees sail

across her face and down her neck. She

sits and watches through glass panes as skies

whip clouds like batter.

By Arcassin Burnham


I'm washing my hands now...
I'm washing my hands of you,
The feeling of dread is tasteless,
But you have no intention to be rude,

~[ I'M TOUCHING YOUR FACE]~
~[JUST LOST IN THE WORLD]~
Thinking of a million ways,

of you just hurting me,
feeling so sparkly,
while your eyes are still blue

No control of what my mind is thinking,
From my feet to my eyebrows,
Washing bad memories away now,
You use to wanna make me proud,

~[I EXPLORED ALL YOUR FEELS]~
~[WON'T YOU GIVE ME YOUR LOVE]~
~[FRUIT WAS MEANT TO BE PEALED]~
~[AND I WANNA OPEN YOU UP IN YOUR LOVE]~

of you just hurting me.


http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/03/sparkly.html

I was the one
Who thought status was not important
I was the one
Who always felt status was just a word

Now I'm in this uncertain situation
Where I do not know my position
Should I demand something or not
Should I give it all or not

Why am I jealous?
Why should I complain?
Why do I need to feel loved?
Why am I suppose to care?

Then I relalized something
Statusless is not good
A thing must be firm
So you know what you should do

A letter to my dear,
Sons and daughters
In a foreign language
Not known in my time,
But with hope in yours.
Where they may have fixed the
Imbalance of life.

I wish not to depress you,
But repress your mind
As my first impression is to point
A finger to time
The one whom answers
Questions in installments.

For this man once put me on stage
And my agenda was to impress
Twice to the infinite I could count
But I couldn’t find that one in my life.
Where are you?


Thus the nature I was born in,
Is to interest the world
And not bore it with normality
Not knowing that peace comes in many ways

For this foreign language
Seems to be a new era
Of blank pages that could be
Filled with one word
GREATNESS.

For yesterday I did things of shame
That are great for a story
That would become fame
Just the perfect ice breaker in my time.
Tip for if you ever find\have TIMEtoTRAVEL

Thus my vote belonged to extinction,
Since…



Justice is a commodity
Of the rich
As poverty is beautiful
Beautiful without the eye’s of the lens.

Though I don’t have doesn’t mean
Am not/I can’t
As My sight is set to the sky
Chasing a flower in the clouds as
I am still on the ground investing an idea.


Thus the gap of the market to success
Is the economics of humanities fate
As the scarcity of fear rises
Demand and supply seem to be losing
In a relation of ships
At  bay lacking goods.
On this graphic coordinates

Just may you understand
Humanity has no time to
Find you in the dark
For smoke signals will be put out
Neither translate your existence
If it’s not the curiosity that killed the cat.
Like “Chuck Norris whom speaks French in Russian”.

For they live on a constant
Quote status of
“I am available, but busy
At school watching a movie,
While at work
With a battery about to die
So I can’t talk, Whats App only
In a meeting at the gym
Sleeping on urgent calls only.”

As I myself live knowing
I speak a FOREIGN LANGUAGE ……
What is your translation of my existence???
For it seems your mistaken and troubled.
For generations to come.

Yours sincerely;
Poet Kiri
N. HANNY L.


PS: Life has gone digital
       Thus its STATUS RATED ®.
                                     Yours truly;
                                       Is to be the ONE.


©Hansmind, 2016