I use to love writing..
Stories about us two.
How bittersweet beginnings..
Happy endings were true..
I wrote about your smile in summer, that feeling..
That kept coming back..
Glimmered like sunshine..
Your firm grip, hands tight when you held mine.

Graceful as the flower dance.
As if were in a mellow trance.
In the peaceful meadows like the wind..
That feeling, it keeps coming back again......
Your arms gently rubbed my skin...
I was so high
As you hold me near...
My heart skipped a beat..
Everything..
Yes everything!,was clear.
No wonder, i keep on falling..
I fell and fell for you..
And still
I use to love our stories...
I believe those were true..
My heart started to falter...
I lost myself in the middle...
But then... There was You

Why is it we're always
Surrounded by water?
Birth
Struggle
Cleansing
Drowning
Lost.

What makes water
A universal dissolver?
What changes when we submerge
And when we float?
What makes water
Both a healer and a
Suffocator?
Like two sides of a coin
It spins and it spins...

I thought that you would be the one
You put images I wanted down
You had the power to make me smile
You had the skill to make me frown
I loved the flowers you gave
Even if they were brown

Too bad our legs untangled
Our hands no longer hold
The future I once thought I saw
Are but memories that now thaw
Like ice under the sun
Dripping in puddles of flaws

This is what a Lover means
What “could have been”
What would never be
No longer what is and what will be
I move forward with you
Lingering faintly —
In the recesses of my memory

This is what a Lover means
Awkward, silent, cruel
Having gruel
With a fork and knife
Grey and slippery, sloshing in a bowl
A trial to all

You could have been my present and my future
My boyfriend, husband, lover
But now you are no longer
I will not wait for you hence
Not now, not ever.


This is what a Lover is,
You are but a Lover,
Not made to be my forever.

There are two kinds of people in this world.
There are those of us, who will look at pictures of the past and feel awash with a glowing warmth, remember the perfection of those single moments.
And then there are others among us, others like you and I, who view photos much the same way, yet feel much less euphoric, because while we also take the moment to remember that perfection, we use the next millennia of moments to lament the passing of this perfection

By Arcassin Burnham

Look at those eyes in the beautiful mirror,
i was always the outcast so I find it hard to believe that i'm beautiful...
But i'm not minding you,
it was often that I've seen you walking down the hall,
and I've been wanted to approach you baby,
But i'm not minding you,

She could make my heart
skip beats more than twenty-three times,

it was more than just her looks,
she a good girl, i see it in her eyes,

and when we don't talk,
there's a feeling that i just can't deny,

and all this built up animosity to knowing her,
and her leaving me to dry,
Well go and mind your business girl, cause i'm not minding you,

for the pain that i went through and the help that i thought you'd give
but you didn't
so **** tired of all these feelings that i had towards you in love,
it just wasn't given..
aside from me having my bad days i at least thought we were friends
in the beginning..
i had my doubts that you weren't going to be loyal at all,
i should have seen it coming,

As I Write these lines,

i just wanted to spend some time, with you...

But i'm not minding you.


/

If you're reading this.
please help me fight the demons deep in my dreams,
People get through this all the time,
so this shouldn't ever really be new to me,
slowly clarifying the next victim due to harsh symptoms in a dark
room where you can't even move,
might have committed sins that you'd didn't know that you'd ever do,
is there bad juju in every direction?
afraid to step outside without getting arrested,
i'm not crossing any lines anytime soon as a part of way to be
free with no session,
learning lessons in some full disclosure like a real man that gets
the job done,
done a lot of things in my life i wasn't proud of walking in a loop
of a beautiful garden but its endless hell with a single phone booth not knowing
**** well a demon just answered,
he says come back and take me some pictures,
i said hell no,
you will let go of my soul,
its the Christ's hands i wanna hold,
shine like the nova i am , well behold..