You missed a call from the kindness you dumped because of hurt
she wants you two to reconcile and have a fresh start
and from the lad you consider your greatest adversary
who thinks making up would heal your vile and misery
you missed a call from the fair lass you ignore, who feels you were wrong
running after those who wouldn't love you,to places you don't belong
the lady you were afraid to approach yet perfectly suited your future wife
you missed a call from that road you avoided because it was long
and took the fatal short cut, and from your conscience that urged you to be strong
you missed an important call from the shaky bridge to a better life
a vital call from the risk you were afraid of taking
and your real self you were forsaking while living a life you are faking
Even hope beeped, I think she wanted to find out why you embraced despair,
gave it room in your melancholy filled soul adulterated by toxic air
you missed a call from your sixth sense that wants you to quit liquor
for you were deafened by the loud music of your soothing ego
you have an email from prosperity but you only responded to poverty
esteem says she can be your drug if you have the right dosage
and persistence saw you online albeit you didn't reply to her Whatsapp message
your ability's a rocket shooting against all odds into space
and sky's not the limit but stagnation of your attitude and pace
if you hadn't missed it,you wouldn't feel gravity's grip on your lace
blessings texted you asking for reasons why you insist you are cursed
even your future called whilst you were breathlessly running after your past
you missed a call from inspiration,she wanted to say you can
no one can do it like you do, she says you are the only one
you missed a call from the life you want to live
she wanted you to know her number,you can reach her if you believe

people call me danger.

they say it with bile in their throats
and venom on their tongues.
they hurl it at me,
hoping it will leave me a mark,
but it never does.

people call me danger as an insult,
but i take it as a compliment.
danger awakes you
and excites you.
danger makes you feel something again.

i'm glad that i am capable of doing that to people.

if you remove danger from life,
what more is left than only a mundane existence?

we remember moments of danger for the entirety of our lives.
the moments we spend scared are the ones that stick with us.

i walk down the hall with danger written on my back,
making the hearts of those around me beat faster and faster.
it gives me a sense of power,
a confidence of sorts.

fear is my ally,
not my enemy.

so you can call me danger all you want,
i won't object.

Ever stop yourself from getting too excited?

To keep yourself from being too disappointed?

Well I failed

And I know its going to drop on me hard.

But that same mechanisms that produce excitement?

Also produce fear.

And any fear can be transformed into excitement

By breathing fully with it.

Well I guess that's the **** I'm doing now

Even if I do face disappointment

I know there won't be any regrets.

So this is me telling myself.

Yes, Dawn, he's worth the risk.

Mind is a miracle machine, it is always working
If you aren't aware of it you don't really know what you are thinking

You can let it manufacture doubts and get lost in a smoky cloud
Or make it sense the differences and hear everything speak out to you aloud

The path you take was yours to take alone
Your own path can't guide anyone else to their home

You see a man broken and beaten down by time and his wasted efforts
Open your eyes and see him still standing like war stricken forts

Planning and working every moment to get prepared to reach his aims
You might be thinking he is procrastinating and playing games

He isn't playing he is creating the way to his dreams
If you could hear his thoughts, you would know how loud are his screams

He might be waiting, collecting all his will for what he wants and more
You might question him, why stay stuck? What are you waiting for ?

In his mind he might see change different to you, no slow routines lead him to his goal
It is a jump to catch the moon and getting closer after every fall

You are taking steps to reach safety, staying close to the shore
He sees you from the depths of the ocean wondering what are you waiting for ?

Not everyone is made to fit the routines and the rules of society
He is here to challenge and change what you perceive as reality

Have you ever felt being torn?
have you ever seen a pitch soul?
have you ever told the right words?
Does wrong feel right?
Does black seem now white?
Does your brain synchronise with whatever's in your chest?
Ah.Laughter made of tear's the best.
So.Have you ever,ever loved or been loved ?
When did you fall and broke?

I seek
the whole
pitch
and whine
the petty
grasping
ridiculous
insecure
******* mess
behind the
lyrical niceties

but you know that
you get me
we ride the same
pendulum
apex
of light
nadir
of night
and like me
you're still learning
to speak

sometimes
words die
in your mouth
never make it out
resting roundly sweet
on your passive
tongue
bitter truth
I would forgive
before I'd see you
swallow


*Better to risk offending than let your truth die unsaid.

it's cold in this cave.
i see my breath in every shuttering exhalation i force
my throat is closing
i see icicles on the cave ceiling
she's shivering too
what used to be rosey cheeks full of life
now look like death.
i see little color.
even her blue eyes look frozen. gray.
her brown hair is riddled with specs of snow and ice.
this is our shelter for the night.
we share a gaze that we both know speaks 'i hope we make it through the night.'
outside is a roaring blizzard.
and not the tasty kind that you hold upside down before you eat it.
eugghh.
even as hungry as i was, the thought of eating that frozen treat sent a violent shiver up my spine, resulting in a loud chattering of my teeth.
im not sure how we ended up in this situation.
i try to rack my brain to find the steps we took to land ourselves in this damp, frosty cave, but my brain must be freezing, too, because i cant picture anything but what i see in front of me.

we remained in silence for what seemed an hour. the only sounds were our rough breathing and the occasional shiver and chatter of teeth
she was losing motor function…she had been rubbing her arms for warmth and it slowly ceased.
she laid against the cave wall in a slump, her head resting awkwardly sideways, and her arms lumped at her sides.

i went to speak, but i only mouthed my words.
i coughed to clear my throat and only a pathetic whine came out.
so i stood up.
her eyes followed me, but her body still laid lifeless and heavy.

i tried to speak again, but only heard rough whisper.
i grabbed an icicle with a wrapped hand and begun writing into the snow in front of her.

it read 'need to move. or we die for sure, right here.'

it took her great pain to maneuver her head to read my script.
she nodded weakly.

i stood quickly and offered my hand, which she took with limp wrist.
this poor girl.
i don't even know her name, and i may be the last person she'll ever see. and vice versa.

as soon as our hands made contact, i saw a flash of me, running across a white, snowy field.
there were large black circles on the ground, smoking.
i was carrying something. i remember a sharp pain in my side, but i knew i would not put what i was holding down, no matter what.

i lifted my shirt, was immideatly bitten by the frosty atmosphere.
ooh. i exhaled in shock from the sudden exposure to the cold.

on my side, i saw a grouping of multiple gashes, still ******, but crusted over by now.
my eyes widened.
Tabatha.
I was carrying a little girl. she had a large piece of glass sticking into her shoe, and couldn't walk on it. the glass had reached her bone.
but she was brave, i remembered that.
she did not cry. she was strong for me. and i was for her.
i held her close, her foot bouncing at my side as i ran for our safety.
i could feel every cut and ****. every tear of my skin. and it hurt terribly.
but i did not put her down.
we ran atleast a mile. the little girl who i did not even know, clinging to me. her only chance of survival.