It swells and swarms
in leaps and bounds.
creates a path
and open a door
Into a land of light and sound
that is bright and shinning all around
It pulls as it whispers
Soft and slow
It hints at what we cannot know.

To Love is to offer someone your heart strapped to a stick of dynamite; and trusting they never light the fuse

Nine little candles
Standing strong
Against the wind
Through the night for so long
Three white candles
Three extinguished toughened fighters
Because one black candle
Had to burn brighter
The one black candle
With all these tricks
Blew out the three white candles
And then there were six
Six little candles
Melting down
But black candle's light is growing dimmer
hope is no where to be found
Black candle's not a candle now
Now she's just a lit fuse
When time runs out until the explosion
Then she will know what it's like to lose
Six little candles
Has lost all but two
The former black candle
And one white candle left too
But even flames can whisper rumors
The burning fuse is done
She lost the other eight white candles
And then there was one.

Anger is an emotion;
a feeling that takes over.
I push it down,
saying "No, i wont let you."
But it just mocks me with it's evil laugh.

You trigger it,
you just don't know,
that you're the match that lights my fire,
and she's the cold to keep it down.

I am an mount of flesh,
holding in so many emotions,
but the ones that are the most,
are the ones you shall fear.

Because one day,
she wont keep them down,
she wont be around,
and when they day comes,
you better beware.

For, on that day,
My anger,
My Fire,
is going to ignite.