I'm bold, bold, bold.

I thought I could melt your heart,
and warm the iceberg in your chest.
Honestly, I'd thought I'd be your best,
but I was not made for that test.

You're distant, distant, distant.

I'm here, here, here.

You think of the future,
and I see the current world.
Honestly, I wish you'd look around,
but you won't turn your head to me now.

You're oblivious, oblivious, oblivious.

I'm aware, aware, aware.

Of they fact that you'll never stare,
but I still hope you will.
The warmth in my heart,
will go cold before my love disappears.

I wish you would talk to me,
it’s so hard without your voice in my life.
Do you want me to send more flowers?
Do you want Jeremy, Jim, or Kai?
Or do you hide your feelings of me from them?
I know you love me more than you love them.
I know.
So, how is your dog?
I saw you walking him yesterday,
though you didn’t wave,
you looked scared.
Probably because you thought something was gonna happen to your pup.
His name is mine, right?
I know you want me in your life,
so answer back!

Your Man, H

I danced with the reaper,
his sythe on the ground.

                        His cold hands sliding along my back,
                              spinning me dizzily around.

Right as his grip tightened the music stopped,
and I felt his boney hands drop.

                         His gaze shifted to another soul,
                           and I felt a sense of relief roll.

As I went to leave I heard them dance,
but she didn't finish her dance with death.

My soul wants to burn,
I keep the urge inside me,
Because I'll be dowsed.

Isn’t fear as dangerous as greed?

For it could make one do terrible things.

If one had fear,
they would be tense.
They would make sure,
to tell of their own,
till whole groups thought alike.
And once a community,
has one mind,
it only ends with a fright.

My heart is a fire, the embers rest in my blood.
Veins set ablaze, sending flames through my core.
On the outside I act cool, hoping they won't see,
the blaze that rattles me everyday.

Us means We.
Dreams mean Desires.
Together us mean Fires,
passion means flames.

The arrow cut through the wind,
slicing the clouds in two.

A bird was the target,
and its aim was true.

Slicing the flesh of the thing in two,
the arrow sank to the bone.

The caress of the wind on my cheek,
holding me up as I perch on a cliff.

The sound of waves matching my heart,
pounding beats into my soul.

The tinge of salt in the breeze,
making my nose inhale the air deeply.

Tis a cold day, to go out for a stroll-
Mothers and Fathers keep children in hold.
Horse hooves clatter on the stones,
their breaths frosted white as the snows.

Tis a cold night, to stay out in the dark-
Newsgirls and Boys wish for a spark.
Hands hold another to stay warm,
their bodies shivering through the storm.

Tis a cold time, to the place called home-
Everyone disliked the frosted stound.
Howls of wind and snow go round,
their presents unwanted all around.

The church is many things all at once,
release and freedom,
tight and constricting,
different for everyone who steps inside.

A enchanting place that holds peace,
an escape from the world,
promising a time of relaxation after death.

A cage that sends chains around the heart-
locking you into fear ridden silence.
Your mind fearful of a being unseen.

Flames means passion
Fires mean us together.
Desires mean dreams.
We means us.

If one were to ask, if I would let the world burn.
I would say yes, without a turn.

I'd let the hills- let valleys glow like embers.
The blaze roaring above the screams of those caught.

The hot light would graze my skin, grounding me.
I'd let it burn, and burn, and burn.

Maybe then I'd feel something in this life, something to remind me that everything will turn to ash.

For me, time is something irrelevant. I don’t care if I waste it, until I need it. The days blur, fusing into a simple string. In my head, these strings knot and jumble. I’m left unable to decipher when, what, or where. My hunger and needs are forgotten, and I only realize after long days when I settle. Even then I don’t feel the need to get something, I could always go another hour or so, is what I tell myself as I lay down and get ready for the same thing tomorrow.