Under the cold ambient night sky
My senses run wild
Having tasted it
I want more
I crave no others
Is this selfish?
To want this warmth flow over my skin
To have those arms around me each day
Do i delude myself, like i always do
Or do i let the fire burn in the winter snow?

I saw two butterfly flying side by side when all I can do is watching.
I think why those butterflies flying around in joy when all I can do is watching?
why?
I wanna fly too.
fly straight to your arms.
hold me until I feel there's no use for flying because your arms is enough to make me believe I'm already flying

You gave me your eyes
With which I saw your past
Both the love and hate you have endured
And the wisdom you obtained

You gave me your hair
With which I saw the years you have lived
And the damage done to your soul

You gave me your arm
With which I saw the strength you have gained
And the lengthy scars that cut deeper than the flesh

You gave me your heart
With which I saw your shattered pieces taped together
I saw the pain that strained your vulnerable heart
But most of all I saw your ability to love after all of the heartache

-EC

those fists of his
are strong enough
to protect me
and hold me tight
from the world
yet his arms
are so gentle;
he can carry me
to a sweet dream
like I'm home

I told him I was fine,
But then he looked at me and said:
"If you're going to do that,
Then I want you to take my arm,
and cut as many times
you would yourself",
I stared in disbelief.
Told him I couldn't,
Couldn't cause him such harm.
Not ever.
Then I suddenly froze
Struggled to breathe, struggled to speak.
Lost feeling all the way through my toes.
In that moment, I saw it,
Deep in his eyes.
I finally understood.
And I stopped telling lies.

My heart wavers between ancient
and fresh.
You drag me down the water
with your anchor of false hopes.
And he wide opens his arms,
the door, his heart
then looks at me
And tells me I am free.


-- Eleanor

Bright red tears
Slip down her face.
Eyes are beaten, bruised.
The sweat-beads form
As brother comes,
To beat her black and blue.
The cry she gives.
Is quickly silenced.
By agony and fear.
He takes her arm,
Raises it high.
And cracks it without tear.
Her ear-piercing cry
Is once silenced again.
By life or death decision.  
Brother blows.
Pounding her down.
And to heaven
That little girl goes.