By Arcassin Burnham

Positive intake,
Follows you down to the lake,
Wise crack on a clean slate,
This happiness you can't take,
Smoke in the air , full of blaze,
Olive green eyes to the face,
Like the devil's incline to this phase,
Flame will reflect just in case,
The dark of the Moon and the the light of the sun
Has chosen it's prophet declaring that times will
Be a lot warmer because of this beauty that I am
Experiencing has me so sprung that the roses will
Blossom with ease along with the grass and the trees,
Which is just how much you mean to me,
This is dedicated to all the lovely green eyed females
That has no other choice than but to be absolutely
Nothing but attractive,
That don't get enough credit for being who they are
Which are angels of this realm,
Surely you can tell,
The Infatuations active.


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It sounded like nightcore on the edge
Of a cliff looking to the night sky with
a hearted sleeve,
It felt like love on a Sunday afternoon
Like all the others sacrificing all your
Fears and dreams,
It smelled like the silver crust on a piece of
Chewing gum just making popping
Noises from the same scheme,
It looked as bright as day when it
Shines that all you see is all that you
Can truly believe,

You made it seem like those senses didn't
Matter creating melodies dedicated to all
Your enemies,
Are you hearing me?
I noticed it all love.

By Arcassin Burnham

I will love you from the acne on my face to
The scars on my legs and the sweat and the
Shame that I feel to be obligated to impress you in
Every contingency , ya feelin' me,
The grass fields were just telling me about your struggling
And your weekends with all your friends convincing
Me to see your family in the condition I'm in , ya feelingme,
I could travel through the stars and the galaxies just to find,
And remind you,
That your adored,
Even though you have the issues,
I could be a reminder of what use to be not your dying need,
To be worried,
About much of anything,
Even though I can not tell you,

I will love you til your days are numbered in the rain and the
Thunder preparing you for a watery grave just like it did to my
Conscience making me curl my thumbs,
I'm going numb.

By Arcassin Burnham

I am stronger than open seasons in red skies that burn as
Bright as the lies you tell me,
A sorry excuse for a friend that I will never claim,
You claim that you love me , your a ******* liar,
Not a fan of your attire,
Making bonds with a ******* in your own digust and your
Taste for lust,
I can only imagine how you sleep at night,
Fighting,
The illusion that your love for me was valid,
But really not quite,
Your right! I'll never see the light,
I may not be perfect but this is way out of hand,
If you wanted to get back at me you could have dated my friends,
But your mind is that of a slow moving turtle or sloth,
I'm always two steps ahead of you when you tell me *******,
Now , don't say I ever told anything when he cheats on you,
I can't believe I wasted years trying create a life with you,
I have my reasons for why I am the way I am,
But you lack consistency in all the attention and glam.


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Turn on the lamp and stray from the darkness within,
I don't know why we are all striked and covered with sin,
You're losing coverage from all the peers around you and,
Trying to **** some time without a single cringe,

°°°°°pull the wool from my eyes°°°°°
°°°°°Adventurous with demise°°°°°
( No matter what you dooooo) °°°°°have to-stay in the light°°°°°
°°°°°all your life , had to fight°°°°°
°°°°°african American boy with some weaknesses°°°°

Weaknesses that will get demolished and looked after
So they won't occur again with all the good progress I've
Been making,
I've been,
Putting guards up obtaining comfort in my own surrounding,
Looking after myself is the number priority occurring.

By Arcassin Burnham

I'm not a judgemental person equalizing accusations
To impress a minor audience full of devil's and demons
And the wicked and the sinful pacing back and forth to
Chronological melody desensitizing the brain and it's
Chemistry with movement and places to remember in
Photographs taking false imagery to a whole new
Kind of staff,
I was born to believe that Jesus died for our sins,
Lored into things that I couldn't hardly comprehend,
Putting back missing pieces and beating myself to
A pulp,
Learning what I could without phobias if they stalk.


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You might be 17 hours away just thinking about
Me In your pajamas making circles with your
arms And laying out sheets of paper to start a
Portfolio of drawn faces and characteristics that
Only you could sort out seeing as how you just
Seen me a couple of weeks ago,
I'd rather go,
I'd rather show,
you in person how long I've been missing you,
I hope you know,
I'm kinda slow,
If I didn't see you message me just keep me in
Your memories,
I'm missing all of your energy,
I know that your still into me.