They’d been running o’er the bridges
made of slender branching arcs,
lanceolate winding limbs,
and a wish to reach the skies.
Cherry Coy by 
You fall to keep the others standing
Nothing for you ever demanding
Your Life's Game by 
star in a field of fireflies
Blue Boy by 
I was born with a great list of fears tattooed on my skin
The Fear on My Skin by 
"First, tell John he must not give up,
My death is neither failure, nor a reason to stop,
I may be gone but life goes on,
Tell him the race is never complete until it is run..."
His Last Words by 
Art is sourced from the respective posts
Reflections by Sunravelme