the vagaries of
love push pull this troubled mind
to balance hard fought

Open your eyes.
Break the habit.
Cut the old
With a hatchet.
Don't you worry
Don't you stress.
I will help you
Through the rest.

I'm your mentor.
I'm your guide.
I'll light your way
Through life's ride.
It's no problem.
I'm on your team.
Just take my hand
Before you leap.

It'll be hard.
It'll hurt a little,
But looking back
Where you started
Is such a miracle

You keep pushing me aside
Because you're afraid I'll ask
What's on your mind.
The thing is, I'm not going anywhere
Because I care

My last walk in the fire
one day..
My ash will spill around...
one day..
Fire will shroud me in my last walk to hell..
yes ...no not heaven..hell..
yes I am coming...
I know ,
you have been waiting
for me ...
for my last trip into that fire..

Dont push me away,
please..
you are my muse,
you are my light ,
you are my moon.
Dont push me away,
please..
I am your soul ,
I am your door,
I am your road,
Dont push me away,
please..
I want nothing ..
I want everything ..
I want you..
in my last day.
in my last walk
into that fire...
Dark.
Ash.
Kiss
Fire.  
Hell.  
I am here..

The toll of Angers tide -
Compels us on, and forward

Forward:
Satisfaction, it never comes!
Forward;
the only direction left to go,
Onward-
We stumble.
Forward-
We're pushed.

The toll of Angers tide -
Compels us on,
Pushing
Pushing us further, pushing us forward...

the tolling of angers tide-
the unrelenting force.

dear quinn,

you have
every right
to push  
people away.

but that doesn't mean
you have to.

it doesn't make it better.

i would know,
quinn

Tonight, I write this poem for you.
You, who pushes through the day with a smile even when you don't want to.
Tonight, I write this poem for you.
Lover, fighter, don't be afraid to let your fire burn brighter.
Tonight, I write for you a poem of hope.
You, the one who fears you've reached the end of your rope.
Tonight, I write this poem for you.
You, my new friend. If you need someone to talk to, I'm just around the river bend.