By Arcassin Burnham


In this life you gotta know your worth,
The unfairness isn't at it's worst,
Everybody else has a purpose too,
some forgive some will work,
They might put your name in the dirt,
Like cleansing sins by the faucet,
if your friend don't come out the closet,
i won't judge this is way beyond me,
so if you hate your life , its not your fault.
i'm entitled to ignore all the flaws.
even mine , i don't shy away.
Be careful little mouth ,what you say..

life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..
life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..

Planting drugs in your locker,
no scholarship , non , nada,
it'll be wrong to play accuser,
heart full of bullet holes like who shot ya?
knowing that anywhere ain't safe,
for awhile just hold your fate,
can't trust half of the people in this town of mine,
they're nearly just fake,
so if you hate your life , its not your fault.
i'm entitled to ignore all the flaws.
even mine , i don't shy away.
Be careful little mouth ,what you say..

life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..
life will put you down at any means, with no mercy..
be careful little mind what you think , they'll be lurking..

A love song could never define you.

Your words are like whispers of smoke that escape your mouth
and disappear, forgotten before they are said.
Your tongue could twist circles round mine while our eyes dart for
narrow escapes, so you can take me under the moon.
It’s so taboo. Me and you. She loves you and you….love you.
But I am solitary yours. In my heart.

But please, understand this,
I am not your normal girl.
I will wrap legs around those who make me feel whole in your absence. This until I know
I have your heart as well.
For then, I would **** a million memories for the only ones with you.
Forget the past, which street I grew up on.
Hell, I’ll even forget my name.
I would be yours undying love, without borders or boundaries or limitations.

But remember my legs till your heart cracks wide enough for me to fall in.

Release all the words you buried under your tongue.
Let your words flow through your fearful mouth.
let them flow effortlessly exposing your thoughts.
It is always a privilege to be heard in this busy world.
It is always a privilege to be heard in this world!

Sweetness.
Crashing together,
And finally allowing myself to break.
Melting,
Sugar and syrup in my mouth and yours,
A taste that both of us crave.

Embrace,
Security and belonging,
However it does not last in the way we want it.

Snaking,
Reaching underneath,
And an altitude change shakes us
As you tell me I will not fall.
Arms around my waist,
And now I laugh.

"Why do you laugh? What have I done?"

My reply is only
"Your mouth, as sweet as it has ever been,
is on mine, and for as long as I want it to be, it will.
You see, I am not laughing at you, but merely because I have finally received
the subject of my dreams."

He ponders;
And returning to his work I return to mine,
But this time, the sugar is burning into a magnificent taste,
Like glass candy between our tongues,
And raw cane behind our eyes.

The liquid feels warm as it flows down my throat with the soft rumble of gentle hum and rhythm applied

Mentally, I smile as you quiver and shake as my inner self dances with glee with seeing you slowly unravel

I slowly take my sweet time savoring your unique indescribable flavor as a splash of vanilla leaks down my chin

A piece of our hearts are open and we allow each other access within as we offer a peek into the soul

Don’t tell me you’re open minded
When you squeeze your eyes shut
At the mere idea that you *might be wrong.

You've been gone for so long
Or maybe it was I this time.
It's hard to say that I'm wrong,
when I've just wanted to be right.
As you light your cigarette,
does it taste like things used to?
It all change so suddenly,
but that's what it's supposed to do.
Orders meant to be followed, not taken.
Maybe all the words exchanged were just mistaken.
You can't say thank you if your mouth's already full.
Pretending you aren't broken doesn't fill the hole,
But creating false presentation does grow old.

my mouth
is a box in the attic hidden away
it is the box in the attic with the fragile symbol on it
a warning that it should be handled with care

my mouth
came with a filter
it filtrate the words that I wanted to say the most
but there are days when the filter seems to have a glitch
allowing my thoughts to leave my mouth with full conviction

my mouth
was programmed to have respect
encoded on my tongue are two powerful words
two words that I often use with strangers
but I think my tongue was burned by too much coffee
because every time I needed to use those two words
I always end up two words short

my mouth
skipped its classes
or maybe it didn’t learn anything
especially with the major subjects like How-To-Have-A-Normal-Conversation or What-Is-The-Right-Thing-To-Say or Small-Talk-101
because I always end up with awkward silences and a tongue-tied mouth

my mouth
is a home to a set of perfectly aligned teeth
but maybe my parents shouldn’t have invested their money on my teeth
instead they should have asked the doctor to fix my tongue
so that it would construct the right words they want to hear at the right time
a perfectly fixed tongue that would not answer them back with a mouthful of teen angst

my mouth
is not a home to a powerful voice
it is not soothing or moving
it is a home of mispronounced words from a lost voice
a voice with not enough strength

my mouth
is a place that is not yet explored
an uncharted territory
with a do not enter sign on its chapped lips

my mouth
is unfamiliar with smiles
its corners pulled down by gravity
it does not trust happy
it is home to sighs and strangled cries

my mouth
is the box in the attic filled with hope and a promise
a promise to the body it resides to
that someday its voice will no longer be lost
that someday it will be a mouth that is a home to a smile
the day will come that I would still stumble with my words
but it will carry the message that I want

someday

but today

my mouth
still needs to fix its stutter

it is a mouth full of words not said
it is still hidden in the attic
and is better left sealed and shut