By Arcassin Burnham


A Boy , A Girl,
Not Hard , To Fathem,
Concepts , of love but you're aware.
They slept, they fed,
In love's , pure bread,
Physical , with love but you're aware...

I sit down and take moment when I'm
thinking about you,
Any amount of time that I can't be without
you,
Touching your skin would be a delight when
I'm not around you,
And I'm saving all the unconditional love for
You,
Say my name , no say it louder, I could
hear your heart,
And the evils of this world will never
drive us apart,
With you I find a harmony and to a fresh
start,
I just searching for my baby , I'm just tryna' ride
The wave to be real,
We're here still,
Have no fear,
It will be over,
And you'll be here,
Whispering in my ear,
The wave to be real,
We're here still,
Have no fear,
It will be over,
And you'll be here,
Whispering in my ear...

A Boy , A Girl,
Not Hard , To Fathem,
Concepts , of love but you're aware.
They slept, they fed,
In love's , pure bread,
Physical , with love but you're aware.
A Boy , A Girl,
Stays kissing , in emerald,
The skies , their blue but you're aware.
To be , made strong,
To carry on , when you , kissed me I was
aware.
A Boy , A Girl,
Not Hard , To Fathem,
Concepts , of love but you're aware.
They slept, they fed,
In love's , pure bread,
Physical , with love but you're aware.

The girl
       was always
                  there

But the boy
        was never
                 once aware.

I am aware
that you look at everyone else,
aching to do
the things we cannot.
I promise that in time
we will get to.

races to be won, races to be lost
emotions to be felt
emotions to learn and observe
moments take over
the storm will never be over
as long as i remain aware, of the pain inflicted
by myself, decisions with cause and effect
feelings that were acted on out of neglect
we argue and we both become suspect
to our eyes, we cannot lie
for i know, the layers inside your mind
and you know mine
this morning was fine, far from good
last night made my thought process shook
asking how i define
this love that don't resemble confine
i wrote a good *** poem earlier
and it got deleted
it was time to practice
let go of the moments that threaten your being
that threaten the ties you've created to be this way
we fight until we ask ourselves what's the subject?
blurry memories, sit and reflect
to live a blurr, no mind to retrospect
moments that were delivered to my reality
moments that caused pain
derive from the unconscious
i'm aware of this, letting it happen is a burden sometimes
how do i not let it, when sometimes it only "feels" right?
how does it "feel" right to feel anger?
****
i'm still walking on a rope
but can't balance my"Self"

awareness applied
to live, to die and feel love for what's outside
live for this
for questions
for explorations
within


i have work at 11

the coffee has been brewed, but i'll let it sit and write this poem

i wonder what the people have to say today
they walk in, give us business, give us *******
who do i believe, who do i trust?
i guess i have to see beyond it, beyond that...
beyond what they think and say
how are they when they're away?
they look empty, what kind of soul? what kind of formulae
to your disarray???

i'm kind of excited....

to live today

haha....
we still on bad terms but like i have to continue to live breh...

this writing was interesting...

You see the skin
I don’t belong in
The shield I wear
Is one you are unaware

The words mean less
When I am in distress
To bring love
I must shove

The colors that have drained
from the dreams of people,
lie cluttered on the doorway
of their homes.
Everytime they try to leave
for something more practical
and more safe life, that they chose,
that awaits them everyday
and does not keep them worrying
about what all they can loose.
Everytime they step out,
even in hurry,
they sidestep that clutter.
Look at it from the corner of their eyes
and for a second their heart seems aware
of the frost that is killing it.
For a second the reasons for the
sleepless night and blank gazes is recalled.
But the limbs keep moving
to keep a distance from hopes
that never materialize.
On their way back home
they dread to see
the clutter of discarded dreams.
But they want to believe
that ignoring and forgetting it
becomes easier with time.
Although it never has.