This darkness imprisons me like shackles,
chains of ice and evil.
You, like a guardian, are a hope for me.
My only hope:
the only one with the key to free me
from this never-ending nightmare.
You, my angel,
are the only light in the dark tunnel I live in,
the only piece of me that won't cease existence.
Please stay and light up the dark
and take me down a new path?
I've offered you my love, heart, soul, and
all I have to give.  You now carry it in your hands.
Define me...

Before you
I knew squat about love
You read of it in books
Hear on it in songs
But never truly felt it
Before you came along
Now I feel like my whole world
Has a new purpose
And I'm scared
Because I've never felt this way before
And it will hurt
I know
Because the daydreams aren't real
And I can't expect them to be
You are my whole world
You helped me realise what I need to do
And I love you with all of my heart
Because love is the only uncharted water
In a world of maps
And I dived right in
Drowning

Go away
I was doing fine
Till you waltzed in
With your perfect hair
Beautiful eyes
I had purpose!
I could focus!
Before you waltzed in
Destroying
Gracefully
Please go away
But then
If you left
Would there be any point?
Stay
Maybe
For one more day

no one really noticed
not until he stood
six thousand miles, disattached from the world
cold, grey separation

and they screamed for him,
but
he couldn't hear
over the taunting
the cold, uncaring
the anger
was just too loud

until he fell,
and met the welcoming ground

and of course
suddenly he was loved
but only in death

and by the time that oaken box of a broken man passed by
it was too late to care.

My father took me to the circus, once.
Pink candyfloss spun in a web of sugar cotton
and the acrobats whose contortions mystified my childlike eyes
Flames simmered and sparks flew,
like that little girl's smile when she learnt how to love.

She's older, now.
And her father doesn't take her to the circus
or the zoo
because she's too old for it.
And she thinks it's childish.

And really, she knows that time ticks,
no matter what,
but she is resilient,
her reflection warped by someone else's ideas.

She can't bring herself
to think of what she has left.

flesh on bone
skin on blood
tangled webs of crisscross veins
woven by the nimble fingers of time

tears in smooth skin, sewn up
by cells that know not their own complexity,
and a spectrum of colours
thousands upon thousands to be perceived

this vessel you inhabit
drifting through years of ocean
and yet through the storm,
it cannot break.

a melody
composed of a thousand instruments
a world
formed by mountain and ocean

consciousness that binds your entire world together,

and you're telling me that we're not all beautiful?

Come spring, she loves and hopes, words tripping off her tongue like sonnets.

Come summer, her smile lights skies. Melodic tones drift as she does, skipping at her heels.

Come autumn, she is content. Memories consume her; could anything be so real as this?

Come winter, and she is tired. Alone yet dependent, she can't wait to get back to rest

and not return.