One youOne kiss, One touch, One you.One you to miss, One you to love so much, One chance to have a love so true.When you smile at me,I know that love is all I see.This love is so surreal,But deep down inside I know it's real.Just a touch can make me want to scream,Felling like I'm walking on a balancing beam.Emotions so fragile and fierce,With an arrow so sharp my soul they pierce.One kiss, On
Impossible ExistenceMine is an impossible existence.Every day, I do the impossible. I get up, eat Cornflakes, go to work. I work in an office. It is quiet. I like that.I walk through the park on my way home. The birds are singing. The boys are playing football between the trees. Brown, crackling leaves are thick underfoot.When I get home, I kiss my warm, flustered wife as she hurries past me out the door. She is heading to her shift over at the hospital. She works the evening shift on Wednesdays. She does impossible things there.The kids - Annie and Michael - are playing in and out of the hall, chasing each other. The TV is on in the front room. Tom is chasing Jerry round and round the screen, much like Annie and Michael.Annie is seven and wants to be a nurse. She wants to do impossible things, like her mother. She is small and bright and blonde and has her mother's radiant smile.Michael is three. He is my impossible child. He has freckles and dimples and mousy brown hair. He is giggling
I dareI dare the rain to slicken my step.I dare the roof I climb, to crumble beneath me.I dare the sea to pull me into its depths.I dare my sanity to flee.I dare the earth to crumble.I dare the cliffs to tumble.I dare my legs to stumble.I dare my fingers to fumble.I dare to live on the edge.I dare anything to beat me raw.I dare to make a daring pledge.I dare to face death's hungry call.I dare to face life without fear.I dare all I say to be sincere.I dare to question all I hear.I dare to laugh back at every sneer.I dare to let the conformity we dawn to slip.I dare to be my own brave teacher.I dare death to squeeze and gripI dare to be a wild creature.I challenge death to a duel.I need no push to follow through.I defy with carelessness as fuel.I dare you too.
All Rise to FallI've blurred my view on fatesince it no longer exists.I've scratched the words of religion,no "God" could watch this.Burning buildings tumble on those below.Crushing lives along with dreams.From crying mother to screaming son,the world comes crashing down upon them.Scream out loudor whisper in the Dark.Makes no difference.Hell has risen,and you're the next victim.
Stop Tryingstop trying to crossthe bridgethat you wereoh so quick to burnyour time on my islandran outwhen you did
Love And DeathHe was dying soHe locked his heart into a dying poemAnd asked the power of deathTo write the ending with his bloodShe was dark and lowShe locked her heart into his tears of joyAnd asked the power of loveTo let him die in peace with godAnd he drowned her by his fearsAnd she hugged him with her tearsAnd he won't die cause now she's hereCause death breaks when love appearsAnd when love and death embraceThey take the painThey take the fearThey form a smile on a bleeding face
Secret In The BoxThere's a secret in the box –There's a secret in his eyes,just look and see the clashingwaters as they splash in turmoil.There's a secret hidden here, there'ssomething we aren't seeing – that maybewe refuse to see. There's somethingdifferent here – a hidden wound, hiddencut.Watch as he bleeds silently in the night,watch as the red stains our vision and thinkof how you could stop it. You could, if youreally cared. But do you? Do you feel anythinganymore?The wound has cut you deep, it has cutmuch deeper than the first layer of skin –maybe you should have paid attention inbiology class – how many layers do youhave? How many can you cut through?There's a secret hidden in the box –but where's the box? Where's the objectyou seek with all your being? He's takenit, and now you're journey is to get it back.To find him and end his miserable life.But he bled to death on your watch, withyour hazel eyes burning deep into his soulas he watches the pain he has caused brew in
your metaphysical hearthave i told you lately,i wished to fall asleep,curled alongside your shadow,and wake with you,still there?i don't know.i don't know.for every time i said i loved you,i cried.i wanted you to understandjust how much i mean it.just how much you are.the repertoire of this love runs,shrieking from my fingertips down thecurve of your skeleton topuddle on my sheets,the scent of you,potent and pure,i can never wash you frommy skin.undo the misalignment of this girl,mold me into how you wish i could be.i'd cut myself apart,sew my weeping flesh backtogether,recreate myself into the shapeof something you could love,make love tome.sing me to sleep withpretty love songs,short and so sweet,hold me as i sleep, anddon't worry,the shudder of my bones is justbad dreams,justbad dreams.