I envy those who can say
Their life is like a puzzle.
Each piece confusing
Yet each piece a piece.

I wanna write something,
so ****** it’s bad.
Something when you read,
you get so ******* mad.

I wanna touch on those insecurities,
that only I knew about.
I wanna push all those buttons,
till your crying out loud.

I wanna curse you,
tell you that I hope you’re miserable.
I wanna break you down,
till your a pile of dribble.

I want to rage at you,
and put a hole through the wall.
I want to scream at you till,
you feel ******* small.

sigh

I want to tell you I love you,
even through it all.
I want to do all these things,
cause I feel two inches tall.

I want to tell you I’m sorry,
and that it’s ok,
and that I still think about you,
and wonder if you’re happy today.

I wanna look in your eyes,
to see if the grass was greener after all.
And if it turns out it wasn’t,
I’d tell you not to feel small.

I want to give you advice,
and to re-know your heart.
I want all the things,
that we had from the start.

I’m a walking contradiction,
with that I’m on terms,
but I guess I never stopped loving you,
through the crashes and burns.

*sigh

Paging Dr. Jekyll ,
he’s gotten lose again.
No, no casualties yet,
just a long trail of sin.

Yes, we understand,
control’s not the issue.
I think it’s time for drastic measures,
yes, you know what to do.

What do you mean,
he’s part of your mind?
It doesn’t matter at this point,
he’s too dangerous alive.

**** him dear friend,
or the blood’s on your hands.
He’s hurting people,
and that simply won’t stand.

He’s a monster, a freak,
you’re much better off.
There will be side affects,
but nothing’s gained without loss.

Hello? Dr. Jekyll?
Are you there? Is it done?
Oh God Dr. Jekyll,
what have you done?

you can’t just
play me out until I’m dizzy
and lying on the ground like a lost infant.
you can’t make my words
at once crash off the shelves,
my tongue will drop down my pipe.

perhaps I’ll close my eyes
once open, I am masked.
masked until I am as thick as my skin
punching through the layers inside
as my soul pushes them back.
so that they are well hidden from your luring voice,
like these marks stained on this paper.

I have been thinking
Maybe it is okay
I am sure a lot of people
Feel the same way

I am caught in the past
Though the future seems bright
I think of two
Instead of one each night

He is the absolute best
Anyone who looks can see
On second thought, wait
HE might be better for me

I look forward to his call
I can hear him shine
But I also wait anticipating
For HIM to come online

How he makes me
Feel deep inside
Is a stormy
Blue ocean tide

HE makes my head spin
Like a twirling carosel
HE has got me under
Some kind of magic spell

I need to choose
Which one my heart dreams of
How do I decide
When I am double in love?

By Arcassin Burnham

is it too cold,for me to get in,
‎I know your secret,
you know my weakness,
‎no more discussions of the matter,
‎mad titan,
‎if this is what you want to do,
‎go head and leave then,
‎saying you don't miss me,
is really hard to prove,
‎is it too cold,can I remind you,
‎that I'm just as cold too,
‎with an extended attitude,
‎blocking your social media,
I know it won't really mean **** to
you.

It’s a fickle thing that moves us to this
A miss said word here and a cut there
It’s barbs and fangs and sharp things that stab
It’s an unpleasant time for all.
A crucible to temper the soul and harden the heart
When it’s done is it impenetrable?
Is there an alloy that does not become brittle in its strength.
Too many times in the fire and everything breaks
Too much fire and we all are changed
I cannot be soft. It doesn’t suit me