Darkness in my dreams.

I fall asleep.
The nightmare begins.

I stand in a wasteland.
Devoid of life.
Surrounded by nothingness,
Fear grips me tight.

I feel the gaze of unseen eyes,
bore into my soul.
Shadows for around me
Like they want to take me
Like they are trying to swallow me whole.

I just stand there
Legs made of stone.
My mind races
telling me to run.
But still I stand.
In nothingness,
alone.

My heart jumps.
A figure approaches from the distance
Bathed in blackness
It's like he destroys light
Now I know it's time to run
It's time for me to take flight.

And so I run.
As fast as my legs will carry me
Into nothingness, in to nowhere.
Away from fear.

Blood pounds in my ears.
Sweat falls down my face.
I run and I run
But my fear gives chase.

I keep on running.
It's the only thing I can do.
He keeps on coming.
Relentless in pursuit.

Finally I stop.

I turn around to face my fear.
This figure cloaked in black.
It's all or nothing now.
There's no turning back.
For a moment I stand struck dumb.
As fear drips out of every pour.
Then I beat my chest
and bellow out,
'I don't fear you anymore.'

The blackness around him seems to subside.
And it's then that I see.
This demon on my dreams,
the thing I fear most
…..... is me.

Do you remember when we were just boys with mischief in our eyes?
We were just kids we didn't know any better-
Games we used to play, knock door run, tracking, football on the green
Twenty seven-a-side, next goal wins.

Do you remember we used to kick seven bells out of each other
Until our brothers pulled us apart?
But if someone else started
You were always by my side
And i was always by yours

Do you remember when i fell out of a tree
And you ran like lightning to get my mum?
Or when you fell off your bike
And stayed with you until help came

We were kids then though
Things have changed
We've grown up and grown apart
You became a soldier and me,
Well thats still to be determined

I know you're out there son, out on the front line,
Keep yourself safe and one day
We'll kick back and talk about old times
Just do me one favour
Come back alive

All they are, are simple appendages,
Extending out from your wrist.
We use them to leave our mark,
They let us leave our fingerprints.

Extending out from your wrist,
They let us feel our way through life.
They let us leave our fingerprints.
More than minds do.

They let us feel our way through life.
Hands learn.
More than minds do.
They learn how to hold other hands

Hands learn,
Learn how to create melodies,
They learn how to hold other hands
All they are, are simple appendages

Run!
Just run away.
Don't stick around,
you'll just get hurt.
Escape from this madness,
you'll just get burnt
I know it's my fault
she's there in your dreams
And that she's there
when you close your eyes
But please trust me
heed my advice.
It might seem like the easy option
it might seem like the cowards way out.
Just run, save yourself, we can start again
We can rebuild the walls
Higher than before
And don't let anyone else in.


Don't run!
I know it's scary
I know you think taking this leap
Is completely insane
But Believe me it's not
Don't make this something you'll regret
Take a chance,
you know that you should
Take a chance
on something that could be so good.
I can't promise it won't hurt at times
I can't promise you won't take blows
But I can promise that the high will outweigh the lows
If you run and hide,
what then?
Remember if I do break
I will beat again.

I am a son and a brother.
I am an enemy and a friend.
I am a fighter and a lover.
I am a means to an end.
I am honest-
But still I lie.
I am a joker and I jest.
But tears still fall from my eyes.
I am kind and I care.
I am cold and heartless.
I am just and fair.
I am Sparticus.
I am everybody and everything.
I am nobody and nothing.

I want to be the flush of cheeks when someone is embarrased
I want to be the unspoken words of the one who just can't say how he feels
I want to be the menagerie of butterflies that swarm in the stomach of the unconfident
I want to be the thought that says **** it in the mind of the one finally takes the next step
I want to be the pen that writes word that no on will ever see
I want to be the uplifting rush of a new romance
I want to be the tender kiss of lovers
I want to be the embrace that says everything is going to be ok
I want to be the goosebumps on the back of the neck of the gently caressed
I want to be the feeling of when you reach out for a body at night and find it there to hold
I want to be the keys on a piano that make the sound of love
I want to be the slient scream of the broken hearted
I want to be the tear that falls the unending distance from face to floor
I want to be the heart beat of the slowly dying
I want to be-

There are so many things
I want to say to you.
But I know I never will.
So I wrote this rhyme of passion,
Just to say how I feel.

I want to tell you,
You're beautiful.
The Words form on my tounge.
But I'm to scared to say anything.
My teeth clench.
And I remain alone.
Because my words can't find a way,
Past the barrier of bones

I want to tell you how you swim in my head.
How jealous rage coursed through my veins,
When I saw you kissing him.
But I didn't say anything.
I stood and burned in my skin.

I put up a barrier,
I built walls up high,
To keep out rejection.
To keep my distance.
And no matter the persistance,
I kept my resistance.
But cracks are starting to show
In my foundation.

Because of your eyes,
Dear God your eyes,
Wells, so deep,
I can't see the bottom.
And your lips,
Dear God your lips,
Jewels set on your face,
That I feel I was born just to kiss.
At night I want to reach out,
And find your body there.
I want to know every inch of your skin.
I want to feel your weight on my hips.
I want to tell you how your name echos in my chest.
I want to tell you how,
If I had the option of going anywhere
And doing anything
Or sitting in with you, drinking wine
And watching a ******* film.
I'd pick you everytime

But my courage seems to elude me.
I wish my beating heart would be still.
Because there are so many things,
I want to say to you
But I know I never will.

When we were kids we had ideas and dreams,
Of what we wanted to be.
It boiled down to one thing,
We wanted to be a somebody.
We could go as far as our imagination would let us.
And the stars were just figures in the sky,
That one day we could reach out and touch.
Maybe we just wanted to leave this world a better place,
Than when we met it
Maybe we just wanted to be remembered for something great.
But we grew up.
Dreams faded into the ether of the past.
And we became what we become.

Waitress' and waiters.
Callous palmed factory workers.
Ticket booth operators.
Cleaners, tradesmen and
Bus drivers.
Barmen, bank clerks and
Insurance salemen
People that make the world tick.

When you walk down the street,
You can hear a chorus of unsung hymns.
The girl who just wanted to sing.
But was too afraid to take to the stage.
So her songs remain hers.
The unseen kid.
Who's got a notebook of broken dreams.
But remains alive.
Because it's through the ink that his heart beats.
Through his words that his thoughts breathe.
Or the man who works a job he hates.
Just to hold up his family.
These people are just living their lives.
But these people are somebody to someone

Don't let this be just another poem.
Don't let these words mean nothing.
Their is more in life than being great.
Is it not enough to make one person happy.
Is it not enough to make yourself happy.
Nobody can define you.
The walls might not fall but
You got to try and make them
You can be anything you want to be.
Sing like no one's listening.
Dance like no one's watching.
Shine as bright as you can.

You are a somebody.
You always have been.
And you still have time to be.

My eyes explore every curve.
I surrender to desire
Tides of passion consumes me
Rushed by lust,
Your flame inspires the fire.

Fingertips dance.
Tongues caress.
Bodies mould together
Beguiled by your scent
Enslaved by your kiss

Your sensual feast,
The sweet taste,
of heat and honey.
We move in rhythm
In race to ecstasy

In fevered motion,
sweat drips
Lost in sensual devotion,
nails across skin,
your weight on my hips.

Then, the quickening,
Our bodies surge,
breathless, entwined
Every inch of you perfect
Every inch divine.

My darling one,
I see the light on your
Horizon, and your desire
to run wild and free.
Your tempestuous nature
breaks my core,
Every time you run away from me.

My love,
I have to run.
I try to keep away the
Storm as best as I can.
I always come back,
To wash away every
line left etched across your sand.

My darling one,
It cuts more than lines,
The cracks grow deeper
every time you say goodbye.
You always run back,
your movements bound
to your lover in the sky.

My love,
It’s to you I’m bound,
It’s you who feels
my gentle caress.
And it’s for you that
I break myself
To return for one more kiss.

Lost and lonely,
he lay broken on the ground.
He cried out, but no one heard the sound.

Then she whispered,
in a voice wild and free.
I am the wind, my sweet, come run with me.

The way she danced,
the way she moved across his skin.
Her fleeting kiss, that made him feel something again.

He loved her for her softness,
and for the way, that she moved through him.
He loved her, because he knew, that she would never be his.

'So you want to be a writer' he says.
As a smirk quirks his lips.
'Actions speak louder than words son,
has no one ever said that to you?
It's not about words, it's about what you do.'

I'll admit in my mind a stereotype starts to form.

It seems like he's posing just standing there,
With his short cut blonde tipped hair and
Beard neatly trimmed.
Muscled like he spends way too much time in the gym.
There's gold round his neck like rejects from the Mr.T Collection
He keeps adjusting himself like he has got a semi-*******
A mans man it could be said
I wouldn't say that i'd just call him a *******

'I've got better things to do than read words and rhymes,
It's all just a waste of my time,
I've never even read a book.'
He says with with some pride
'I'm a man of action, why write?
I just say what I want to say,
Frankly I think writing and poetry is a bit gay!'

I feel the bile rise in my throat,
I close my eyes,
Count to ten,
Suppress the urge to stab him with my pen.
Then calmly I begin.

'Words hold so much power, words can inspire,
words can bring tears to your eyes
Or set your heart on fire.
You say actions speak louder than words, I disagree.
With actions you can be great,
If you go hell for leather.
But with just a few words you can live forever.
Words can paint pictures in the mind,
Give you strength that you couldn't find.
When you're down and losing the fight,
don't you just want to hear the words
'Everything is going to be alright.'
People find ways to express themselves to those they hold dear,
With ostentatious shows of affection.
There are millions of things that they can do,
but does any of it carry more weight than a sincere 'I Love you'?
Don't get me wrong words can be harsh:
Sticks and stones can break your bones but words can break hearts.
I love words and I love to write.
You can think i'm gay.
You can laugh and scoff.
If that's your opinion.
I've got two words for you.
*******.