By Arcassin Burnham




Both grew tired,
It wasn't non of your overshadowing,
And I could taste the fire,
Of heavy lies,
I didnt really ever imagine,
Spending a day without you guys,
But your ignorance disgusted me so much,
I had to design,
A way,
That I could get away from you,
I sacrificed,
My soul,
Isn't it golden.

By Arcassin Burnham


Tonight
my baby's,
Gonna,
Need,
Me,
And,
I'll,
Be,
There,
Every,
Step,
Of,
E­very,
Memory.

AB:

Coming home to a city full of hateful people there,
That ain't fun,
I needed time ,
but time was ruined and spared,
My friends use to be chill,
But now carry around guns,
If only I could rewind,
Back to a time,
When everything was fine,
When everything didn't cost so much,
All you needed was quarters , nickels and dimes,
Not like today,
When my mother doesn't have the time,
Looking at it,
Like I'll never have a better future,
But so it told,
And with hate,
They want to introduce exposure,
To a world of bad memories,
Life full of enemies,
I wish I could make it better,
By time traveling.

WSQF:

i remember baby ruths for a fifth of a quarter
when the streets didn't need all this law and order
when martin luther appeased the masses
and the politicians didn't show their *****
when kennedy gave all of us hope
and the whole world wasn't high on dope
i like the woolworths reataurant
the five and dime was my favorite haunt
and the only thugs who carried guns
were the mafia types...you know the ones
i think this world is at full scream
somehow we lost that american dream
and if i had one wish i would unravel
time as we know it for that backward travel.

the first spoonful
was the most bitter in taste
but least bitter in memory.
the second, however,
tasted like mother's rejection,
and the third
like father's absence.
I paused debating another.

gulp

another spoonful,
and another for even questioning myself.
I saw your face in the sixth.
with a knot in my chest,
I saw you turn and leave,
trampling my forlorn heart.

but the seventh spoonful
made me numb,
to all the pain of thoughts prior.
and with the eighth
I felt like I was free.
with the ninth spoonful,
I closed my eyes
and was.