#forth
frayed edges need time
and space
sometimes decades
and hundreds of miles
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 8:10 AM UTC
Today mama am signing off
In this suite and am ever gorgeous
Am emotional that I made you proud and ever pompous
You raised me with value and to never show off
But rather to strive and always grow up
I wish father was here to gaze at his face ever joyous
I am through but yet I forever move forth
I love you mama though I've never spoke thus
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 7:17 AM UTC
we've been here before
tongues tied
blank stares
you always stare back at me
with no gleam in your eyes
i've been trying to align my chakras
finally putting my wisdom where my mouth is
i don't think i can do this anymore
back and forth
running from you
running back to you
i will always find you wherever i run
to west palm
to the warm sunset
to the soft crashing of ocean waves
to the yellow flowers i see by nameless corner stores
to the rain during spring and fall
i can't hold back
let me go and i'll let you go
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 4:21 AM UTC
My conciseness was a seed of spider threads,
and when an idea birthed like a
sack of baby arachnids.
Crawling within,
consuming my every introspection.
I slumped over the page, they crawled forth,
tiny metaphors continuing after
my musing was consumed within..
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
The wind is a wild and crazy device.
Pushing the air and it doesn't think twice.
Blowing harder and harder with every blow.
It moves leaves, pedals, and many more.
Blowing past the houses and the sky, moving in this world and we don't ask why.
It blows without worry, concern, or care.
Sometimes I wish I were the wind blowing up there.
Maybe wishing I could be lighter than air.
Nothing is faster and lighter, of course, as it hits my head while I walk a forth.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
one step left
one right
no, two left.
one right again.
it's like that book plot
that's all the scribbles
on a white board
instead of that
clear line that goes up to a point,
has it's ******
and then falls back down
in surrender to a resolution.
but one more step right
then three left
two more right
no.
no.
left.
left again.
one more step right
three this time
oh
wait.
then we're just back at square one.
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
Find your passion
hold it tight
and never stop to rest
until what you hold
inside your hands
is finally at its best
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
Absent deliberate intervention
vis a vis suicide,
supposed "natural" longevity
of generic human primate ride
ding ******** across avast
broke back mountain minus pride
defies accurate prediction,
though hypothetical
projections can override
unknown factors, whereby
excluding misfortune nationwide
(and/or globally deadly accidents,
catastrophes, diseases, mudslide,
fatalities from gunshot, et cetera)
unexpectedly arise dismissing by landslide
mortal adversity can be generally,
and more accurately spell joyride
ding calibrated to continue,
thus subsequent existence,
viz getting inside
scoop of this basic fellow, aye surmise
to continue for many another hayride
say...two score plus more orbitz,
whereat linkedin, flickr ring guide
by invisible hand snapchatting
crackling and popping fireside,
twittering whatsapp pining
during eventide,
watching virtual twilight at dockside,
witnessing artificial intelligence,
perfectly mimicking
illusory edenic countrywide
vibrantly melds scenic
ideal tonic bedside
counting black sheepish crows,
thence set sleep number
putting all worries aside
while merrily rowing boat
with gentle creatures alongside.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
we live for this break,
as much things as we say,
there's no room for mistakes,
I'll be one with you.
we fight different devils,
we beat different levels,
some have hearts like gravel,
I'll be one with you.
you're the,only one that knows my
struggles,
Sayings are so fresh and new,
I'd admire you and all the flaws,
Wish I would have knewn you soon.
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days are ahead,
Dark days,
Dark days are ahead,
being alone in this world could be the
worst if you know what the feelings are
worth,and so forth,
being alone in this world could be
the
worst if you know what the feelings are
worth,and so forth.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
FIRST,
believe you are deserving to move free from
self-judgments, fears, and lack.
SECOND,
go into heart a place where wisdom and love lives
so you may hear its grand song.
THIRD,
don’t care what others say
they are blind and only there to remind you
to realign in your greatness.
FORTH,
live the truth....
You are perfection wrapped in a body.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
When I try to write poetry these days,
I feel tone deaf with the words I choose in some ways.
"How should I word this,
If I say that will readers catch on,
will he catch on?"
It makes me want to stop.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Out of all of the injustice that I haven't got
for people throwing my name in the dirt stomping feet,
instead of coming to my face while I make new
enemies in that time, for me I kinda liked when
these kids misinterp',
In that time I wasn't even in school and more rumors
piled on from all the hate that i received in the recent
years,
Around a bunch of ******* cowards just to channel
all the anger on , I fist fight in the street with no new tears,
they thought I had fear.
One day this random girl that added me on instagram
was so pretty , I just had to introduce myself,
I didn't know what her condition was and kept I taking losses
after losses in a state of mind I couldn't bail.
fast forward two days later talking to her on the phone
with a voice so southern it was like a heaven hotline,
I noted to her to her in way of saying that you shouldn't be alone
while viewing all these creepy guys,
We fell in love instantly after she told me how she felt
cause she fighting off mental issues,
The same way was I when my anxiety was about 10 on
mental scale menu,
No matter what I went through,
I know that she would come through,
when my world was too blue.
The last time I ever witnessed her loving embrace,
her mental illness put her in a simulation phase,
I told her I loved her , my heart was bolder,
but my heart wasn't ready when she said she was bipolar,
And not like the anger phase more like the forgetful short
term memory loss and abandonment,
I could be hurt more than this anyway , but this hurt me the most
cause when she left I didn't try, to get her back and
tell her that I just wanted to be her husband , all I have from her
is a picture of blue eyes.
I miss you.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
longer apart than ever together
caught in moments
bittersweet weather
true to form
am calls
cutting the magic
ending your hold
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
Words poll dance on my thoughts,
seductively caressing without
a singular touch.
I throw syllables, and verses
wasting thoughts that
pay nothing forward.
Except the gratification of my minds
next thought,
forgetting what verse I just threw forth.
I'm broke of expectations,
but I just watch them dance.
Pole dancing words, seductive linguistic verses.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
I'm on the porch
Watching the rain
Dance on the sidewalks
Wishing I could get soaked
And saturated in love expressed by heaven's tears
She's tired of letting the sun outrule her
She's tired of pretending to be okay
And I get it
Because I'm at that moment too
It's about time to head home
Maybe the sky is sobbing because I can't hear you yell my name
I can't hear you telling me that it's getting late
As if I'm going to be exposed to some deadly disease
As if nature was bad for me
As if nature wasn't kind
But then, again, I wish your voice had been louder
I never got to hear it really
I wish the clouds weren't throwing tantrums
Demanding to be heard
Begging to be wanted
I silently almost pleaded with the skies to stop
I wanted to hear your melancholic call
I wanted to hear you say my name again and again
I wanted to be wanted just like the atmosphere wanted to let it all out
But most of all, I wanted you to have run after me as I walked away
Pretending I didn't notice you beckoning me
You almost broke
That was the closest I had seen your walls be shattered
You didn't notice me looking at you but I saw it in your eyes
We were all crying
Not only could I tell by your heaving figure in the corner of my eye
Not only could we tell by the banks of water pitter-pattering
But I started crying after I turned the corner
And that's because you didn't chase me
You didn't follow me
I knew it before I started heading in the opposite direction
Because you knew I'd be gone for awhile
But I'd always come back
I always had hoped you'd open up to me
If I disappeared
It might have started an argument
At least I would know if you cared
It'd be after midnight
When I'd start to walk back home
Long before the rain stopped
And you'd be there
Waiting for me
As if I had never left
As if I deserved nothing
Nothing new
But silence
And a cold shoulder
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
Back and forth
And back again,
In and out you go;
There you were,
Now here you are,
No place too close
Nowhere too far,
An endless loop
Of your indecision
Leaves me dizzy
From all this spinning.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
A scribe would have to conjure his own language
To tell of such a vicious emptiness
Thoughts set ablaze and burning a path of destruction
Through the forest maze behind my eyes
The only touch is the air, so dry
A frame floating in a scenery with no story
So lost in the disjunct field of worries
Where the sun is a myth
And the moon shines as god
Lighting the night of the wandering souls
Roaming a familiar city where one is always lost
Any turn is a guess at your fate
But you continue
Breath in the sustenance you can extract
Exhale all the trouble and angst
Go forth
Never cower to the monsters
As all around you seems to crumble to the dirt
Can anything grow?
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
Why would I look up into the sky
To see fireworks tonight?
Baby all I have to do is stare into your eyes
To see my whole world shine
Against the pale moon and the sparks of colored light
I fell in love with you even more this night
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC