I bought myself a gun today.
I’ll give you a moment to process the mental paper work.
Is he serious?
Is this guy for real?
Is this a metaphor? Is it loaded?  

Are these questions
you might ask?
Isn’t this supposed to be a poem?

I said I bought myself a gun today.
Do you feel better?
Safer?
Do I
seem more dangerous?
Are my words more weighted now--
with violence?
with virility?
with *******?
Are you looking at my crotch
for an extra bulge?
How do you feel
about me now
knowing that I’m packing?

I bought myself a gun today,
And just like that
I’m a gangsta upholding the second amendment.
I’m a citizen of the constitution
holding up my right
to bear arms,
and raise my hand in a fist--
a fist, that’s gripped in tension
a fist that’s an extension
           of man and invention
           and I really should mention
          I can blow your ******* head off
          without the slightest intention.

I bought myself a gun today,
Are you scared:
that I don’t know how to use it?
That it might want to use me?
That I might become
overwrought with emotions,
and respond to an argument
“Arnold” style with, an,
   “I’ll be back?”--
that I might settle things
once and for all
with my noisy neighbor
in a language he might finally understand?
Are you scared?

I bought myself a gun today.
Does that make you worry?
You know what the statistics say,
That I have a better chance of shooting
myself,
than some intruder,
or mugger, or ******
or therapist even.
Are you worried about my self-destruction?
that I might I might accidentally
have an
accident?
Or, maybe, you may think,
that it might be on purpose?
that I might be singing
the, “Barrel-in-the-mouth blues?”--
not just fantasizing
about ‘em,
but singing ‘em with a with my mouth wide open,
and feeling them for real for real:
feeling the cold steel ‘cross
my tongue,
choking
on the taste of cordite,
really singing, “I can’t breathe,”
and how much
this ***** and having
the means to put and end to it all--
Are you worried about that?
If you are
then don’t,
‘cause I’m not thinking about that at all.

I bought myself a gun today.
Wouldn’t it be great
if we all could say:

I bought myself a gun today.

No words to say...
All I can hear is her sobs,
And her pain...

by Arcassin Burnham




the sweet kisses of an true love,
even though in the end,
it wasnt true enough,
faced a life time trying to make her happy,
and it just didnt phase,
because i wasnt adapting,

did i not do anything right,
did i not give her what she needed,
thinking she was the perfect stranger,
too much insecurity,

not much i can say,
seeing as how this is about past girlfriends,
but how we really ended,
is something that cant be explained.

Oh what will you do,
if you see my shattered soul?
A song with no rhythm,
a thing without meaning.
I wont act like i'm perfect,
cause i'm not.
I've know that since,
I've long thrown the mask.

I'm broken, shattered to pieces
Fragile memories crushed by stone
little memories burned to ash.
There's nothing left of me,
Just misplaced shards.

The years faded like the wilting of a flower.
It was so fast,
i never realized it getting slower...
Now that you've come back,
I don't feel gravity affecting me.
I'm afloat, lost in my tracks
Its been a blur and you're the one i clearly see.

When you were gone, I've been a wreck.
But my love for you never broke.
Its the one part of me that's strong,
You're all i needed to be fixed all along
Faith in fate keeps me alive,
that burning feeling inside.
I was lost and you found me.
Lost in transition and serenity.

Oh what would I do
if you leave me again?
No. I've been given a chance to hold on to.
I'd cherish every moment,
every sentence of "I Love You."

"There is no forgiveness for any kind of unspeakable Evil that one has already committed... but redemption.. at any cost.. may not be forgiven.. but shall help proceed, one, onward in the journey towards something that might be suffice. To become something.. 'better'."

I will write about you every day
in verses, in words, in peculiar lines.
First, about how you never left
my tiny center when
our eyes first met.
And lastly, to no end,
how you will, in that space,
(would every day for this year) stay.

I will write about you every day
and hereupon, I lay my words
in my behalf.