I sing of oppression

Hate

and war.

I cry out in depression

Fear

and shame

I dream of a day

when we can fly away

from things such as these,

things like anxiety.

These and discrimination

and judgement

and injustice.

I long for the day

our cages are unlocked,

a day when freedom

is a possibility.

A day when equality

and peace

and love

are all acceptable

and not hindered

or shamed by society.

I pray that someday plausibility

is replaced with possibility

and later achievability.

I hope for a day

when everyone can see the beauty

hidden deep within every little thing

the world has to offer.

I wish for a day

when creativity

and expression

are not only accepted,

but embraced.

I ache for a time

when everyone actually does unto others

as they would have done unto them.

I fancy a day when hunger

and thirst

and homelessness

come to an end.

I desire the day when people

do things to help others

simply because it is extremely

emotionally satisfying to see

the look of pure joy on their faces.

I sing of love.

Who am I but another statistic
Destined to be the next trending tag on Twitter
More martyrdom made for the minority
Hated for who I am and as they think I chose to be
Who am I but another snowflake
Bashed and beaten for my identity
Invalidated for who I know myself to be
Fearing each day that comes to pass
Who am I but a name that doesn't feel my own
Confusion rattles my brain
As I stare at the name I've known my whole life
So close to me yet so unfamiliar
Who am I but myself
As no one else chooses to see

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.

Tick tock tick
Clock strikes addict
Time's come for ******
Hands stretched thin
Reaching black heavens
Minds finally free again...
Tick tock tick
Until clock strikes addict

Hemorrhage

a fatal hemorrhage
blood blood blood
hurt hurts the heart
but the patient poet
is still breathing, alive
blood dripping
draining her out
but she’s a fighter and so
she bleed words instead
the page is almost full
but still a hemorrhage of words
continuously pours out
from her jaded soul and broken heart