It's scary that I crave
The Blue & Black
On a **** canvas

You asked me to give you space,
   I told you yes, I'm sorry, I love you.
You asked me to stop reminding you,
   I told you yes, I'm sorry, I love you.
You asked me to give you privacy,
   I told you yes, I'm sorry, I love you.
You asked me to always be positive,
   I told you yes, I'm sorry, I love you.
I asked you to show me affection,
   You told me you're not that kind of man.

I told you I did it for us,
I told you I have anxiety,
I told you I have depression,
I told you I love you more than anything.

You told me I did it to myself.
You told me I make things up,
You told me to stop bringing you down,
You told me I make you hate your life.

I told you yes, I'm sorry, I love you.
   Please don't leave me.

You stayed.

I'm scared to ask why?

It's not as easy as you think,
To trust someone with all your heart,
Because once you've felt the pain of an ending,
You become too scared to look for a start.

When you have heard countless excuses,
Listened to a thousand alibis,
Youll start to assume that fairytales,
Are only nightmares in disguise.

I spent my childhood escaping,
The monsters underneath my bed,
But I grew up when they moved out,
And started living in my soul instead.

The silence and darkness are like twins joined at the hip,
like lovers holding hands,
like tress rooted to the soil.

Why do you let fear fill up these crevices
that form because
anything dim yearns for the quiet,
and silence curls her fingers around the dark,

The bond remains, however twisted,
till the end of time,
a bond of love.

Sweet chirps come from the trees
Small warbles of the animals echo around me
As I stare at the grass
Which is stained in scarlet.

Your body body lies still
Frozen in ice.
Your eyes never opening.

I wish I could turn back time
To when you stood by my side
Smiling that goofy grin
With your dimples pinching your cheeks.

By Arcassin Burnham


Country roads seemed more cleaner than the first time,
Looking back , how could we have lost so much of this time,
Mashing reality's guilt..
cloudy days with matching stilts..

Worth,
i know i'm worthless,
countless times i had to pick myself up from the times
you've promised me and let me down,
And I'm just like please , why did you leave,
you said you'd come back,
Again..
And this hatred lingers for as long as you live,
it'll never lack,
My friend..
There's nothing you could possibly say to gain my love,
you messed up,
this time..
I hope you know where you went wrong in the situation,
and get stuck,
in time..

You were a mistake in disguise picking at my soul,
thinking back , to the things you used to do and the things you told,
fake relations that we build,
if only time would just stay still,

Worth,
i know i'm worthless,
countless times i had to pick myself up from the times
you've promised me and let me down,
The kissing , hugging , touching , telling me you love me
was a lie miss backwoods..
And I'm just like please , why did you leave,
you said you'd come back,
Again..
And this hatred lingers for as long as you live,
it'll never lack,
My friend..
There's nothing you could possibly say to gain my love,
you messed up,
this time..
I hope you know where you went wrong in the situation,
and get stuck,
in time.

When the sun slumbered beyond the falling
horizon, a deranged mentor of those it wondered
over below. False expressions were given in tribute
to that which watched with acidic smiles of their  
persecution beneath its gaze.

In its fading they were collected in truest outline.
Negatives of perceived imaginings, pigmentation
descended from form like coloured petals
turning to dust. They were the abattoirs of this
now discoloured imaginings.

Sweetened voices of lullabies were replaced by
disorientated shrills, that reverberated within
the halls, they lumbered in there contorted abodes.
Nesting into corners of despair that blossomed on
them with hues of isolation.

Feasting on warm carcasses, weeping with
trepidation at this momentary freedom they felt.
There home of tattered souls that were cleaved
from prey, no peace in death. They hang at
the windows clinging to lost hope.

Time was a nine tailed mistress that whipped them
into the binding once more. For the arising was upon
them, they were lacerated within colour once more.
All that was flaked away and became as it was.
Smiles on there faces paying tribute to that above.

Information...
is it dissemination
or confrontation
of the truth behind the lies?
They pull it, stretch it
knead it, shape it
into something
for you to believe
D'oh! We believe
in what we see
and miss out
on little but evident clues
Like doe, we run away from grasslands
towards shady woods of alternate media
pulled, stretched
kneaded
shaped
dough – our reality
something they play with.

It was all love only ..doping
All new sweet mesmerizing
Hopeful fulfilling
Happy Promising


The time twisted the tale
Good proved as evil
Heaven turned into hell
Angel became devil


Now no love just anger
Hurt hurt and more hurt
Disappointment emptiness
Hopelessness n regret

This is my twisted love story..
Yes this is my twisted love story..