Here I am devoid of trauma
Waiting for it
All my troubles
The smallest part of anthing
That is real

The things that I let
Hold me from the strain
Would hold water
But not hearty broth

We are afroth
With simplistic hinderence
We are alive
Cultivating anger, passion
From small discrepancies
In our superiority

This word and not that
Ascribing universal truth
From a devided
One planet species

Thinking true and high
But still arguing
As if the two were
simultaneously possible.

a false clay mask
covers clenched faces
hoping the edges wont break
held together by the cracks
of the bitten lips
a single drop of pain
reignite the agony
for silent it wont remain
behind the quiet yet heavy
mind full of deep confusion
black clouds of frustration
overlaps the screams of the
crying heart

By Arcassin Burnham

In all seriousness I've became what I was
Afraid of being in the beginning,
Was never in the line of winning,
Been a loser all my life while making
Choices that create the bad moments,
That I Almost forgot about sinning,
In all seriousness, I'm starting realize that
Life and love is shorter than our fingertips
That reach the stars whenever we need
Jesus,
And they say "you're very blunt aren't you?"
And I say well take a walk in my shoes
Theres nothing worse than fresh Cuts,

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I could die a thousand deaths but at my own
Expense,
Gotta pay the price to make it right with Moses again,
There will always be some recarnation of anything that you fear or you
Cherished while your life was at the beginning stages playing
Constant melodies and buying into propaganda,
Lines are being crossed for taking everything you stand for with a set
Of hands and a heavy heart who has ya',
So listen to the paster cause he knows the trials that come with living,
Giving you obstacles and lower pensions,
There's no God like the god I know that is based on ascension,
Death only settles the score not a cost of extension.

I can't sleep.
3 a.m. crawls into bed
next to me,
weighing down the sheets.
Its prying fingers ****
my eyes and pull me
away from tender dreams.
I lay until the earth ticks
and rolls over,
watching as streetlights
become a sun that peaks.
I'm over the edge of the world
lost in thought,
and my soul feels heavy.

I leaned against the bench
Just praying for my end
A memory slipped in unnoticed
And then I came to my senses

He wants me to be like this
He wants me to question life
What's a life worth living
If you just want to die

Not sure where I'm going
And I don't care where I've been
But if there's one thing that I know for sure
This pain doesn't end

Not sure where I'm going
And I don't care where I've been
But if there's one thing that I know for sure
This pain doesn't end

Just when I'm back on track
He reappears again
Disguised himself as past events
Pretending to be my friend

I started having thoughts of death
How far could I go?
Before I lost all reason to live
I guess we'll never know!

Not sure where I'm going
And I don't care where I've been
If there's one thing that I know for sure
This pain never ends

I tried to call out to you
And you turned away
A world once filled with vivid colours
Became a misty grey

The Sun rose like another moon
Pale and fake
Another reason to add to my list
Of the scars I bear today

Not sure where I'm going
Don't care where I've been...

I don't give a **** where I'm going
Don't give a **** where I've been
One thing that I know for sure
This pain doesn't end

One thing that I know for sure
This pain never ends
I tried to be happy once and all I know is
It never happened again!

One thing that I know for sure
I've tried my very best
But it's hard to leave this world behind
Because I'd never know what I missed...

So I'll stay...

I want to see my lipstick smeared across your collarbones
And your DNA etched under my fingernails
I crave you in ways that even Neruda could not write of
And with a fire the ocean could not even quench
And someday when the earth is overcome by android like substitutes
And we as humans are exterminated one by one
I'll remember the way the light danced in your eyes
and how our curious hands could not be satisfied by even the most all knowing touch

do you remember being
a little girl
and how your mother would
brush your hair?

every morning she
would put it up
in a ponytail
or two
maybe a braid
if things were looking
particularly
auspicious.

and every morning she
would take the tiny
jewels she carried
in her pocket
and weave them in
the hair elastics.

well, it looks like
you're older now
but you still have
things in your hair
holding you
down.

your mother's words
who you were supposed
to become
it's all tied neatly
up in your pigtails
a series of knots
no boy scout
could ever untangle.

you've taken scissors to it
enough times
i know you have
but it's no use
when they always come back
i know you're no
rapunzel
but you could be with your
tired neck.

so every night you let your
hair pull your face
down upon the pillow
and your jaw fall open
but only when it's so dark
that the eyes that are always
watching you
can't see through
the cracks
between your teeth.

you find yourself
waking up
gasping for
morning air.

or maybe you never
find yourself waking up
because in your sleep you
choke and strangle
in your own
dead weight hair.

O Lord, my heavy heart hurts
and my tongue can’t find words
to articulate the inward pain,
as my spirit struggles to avert

reiterations of disappointment.
My thoughts of being distraught,
exhausted and overwhelmed steal
the inner peace of my contentment.

I’m humbled by my circumstances;
now I’m casting my cares upon You;
I’m reaching for Your rest, yoke
and peace, to have another chance

of moving forward with Your Kingdom.
Refresh my spirit with the essence
of Your Presence; grant me the grace
to overcome… these current symptoms.
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Author notes

Inspired by:
1 Pet 5:6-7; Matt 11:29-30

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.