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Extremely enjoyed picking up forest strawberries

among quiet zephyrs.
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By Arcassin Burnham

I'm Riding waves to taste life in a catastrophe,
They let you know everytime,
The feeling is beautiful,
It was like fire,
Bursting from automobiles,
We all have our careless thoughts,
Notice how pretty you are,
The ignorance comes with value,
I hope you could reach the bar,
And I hope this doesn't affect having a life,
Making every second count courageously,
Ignorance is also bliss,
Let it come true,
Shadows passing into mine,
What a great escape of being trapped,
I will not quit,
I will not be tamed,
Unless it confiscates on my eternal frame,
You make your stew,
Only you know you,
Somethings in life we overlook,
Ignorance is at an all time high,
So ignorant,
They think the bibles a comic book.

By Arcassin Burnham

Starting to accept the deception of life itself,
Too many hands I held , too many cards I dealt,
Scared of the taste of hell,
Or drinking your life away
Killing brain cells,
Eternal sleep is not truely sleep,
Uncover the universe is the secrets they'll never tell,

Starting to accept the deception of life itself,
Too many hands I held , too many cards I dealt,
Scared of the taste of hell,
Or drinking your life away
Killing brain cells,
Eternal sleep is not truely sleep,
Uncover the universe is the secrets they'll never tell.

But how the realisation of my very existence
has grown like flowers, yet none beautiful.
I have somehow stopped knowing myself
long ago, yet I thought I did find me
just yesterday, but I assume I was only wrong;
For it was a pretending song.
I think of my childhood hours
proceeding to days, to years,
and how they won’t cease to haunt
deep inside of me,  screaming
from locked up and shaky towers,
far up in an unknown pointy castle
built of fragile flesh - a stupid body.
But, oh, to only have the key to these doors,
to find my breath again longing for;
to feel my heart once more throbbing for
that what I once thought was everything -
the things that now seem nothing.

The happiest of people
don't have the best of everything;
they make the best of everything.

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a
spilt
second
where
the
spirit's
spark
meets
conciousnes­s
and
our
pens
scribe

eternity


soulsurvivor
(c) 7/9/2015