Aaron Burnette : Writing

The Hero Forever Burns in Hell For This S**t

The Hero Forever Burns in Hell For This S**t

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


So I thought love was never a game But you proved me wrong You dragged my heart on a leash Through caked mud Leading it to a conclusion that nev..
You Broke The Egg and Spilt The Yoke.

You Broke The Egg and Spilt The Yoke.

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


You cracked it once before... You dropped my heart upon the stone-cold marble. Landing, it breaks like broken egg shells, Leaving huge fissures i..
Memory

Memory

A Story by Aaron Burnette


just a random thought not really a story
The Antithesis On Cigarettes, Betrayal, and Death.

The Antithesis On Cigarettes, Betrayal, and Death.

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


The Antithesis On Cigarettes, Betrayal, and Death. My cigarettes and your heart wrenching lies Suffocate these already gasping lungs. The poiso..
Beware of the Beautiful Black, Velvet Orchid

Beware of the Beautiful Black, Velvet Orchid

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


The black, velvet orchid blooms Inside a shallow crevice, Bleeding black upon rock. The orchid..s shadow, Darker than itself, Crawls into my he..
I'll Take Three Pounds Of Love, Please

I\'ll Take Three Pounds Of Love, Please

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


Why does love cost so much? Do we suffer because of such sins? Pennies and dimes can..t pay For the damage Nor can time lost.. Madness is crea..
The Countdown

The Countdown

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


You run a race Taking your time, Keeping a pace. Why rush? When all our days are numbered What else can we do but count? Count away memorable ..
The Auction

The Auction

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


She stands there In perfect pose. Her heart is up for auction. With an angelic figure And pouting ruby red lips, She's priceless Boys and me..
With Love, Comes Tragedy

With Love, Comes Tragedy

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


Your flirtatious demeanor, Bewilders me. You liquored up my hopes With your red rum tasting lips, Immortal sweet scent of blueberry vodka, Your s..
The Maple Tree

The Maple Tree

A Poem by Aaron Burnette


I am Young. And my limbs are stretching, Reaching for the pale blue sky. In love with Love But Love is not in love with me. Love taps into me,..

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