She is a dream I never dared to imagine.
A visage so beautiful, so powerful
I can't escape it.
She is a presence that follows me,
Keeps me pressed close, tight
Within her grasp.
No words can express it,
This unknown feeling inside me.
It's unfathomable.
Her nose crinkles when she laughs,
Her smile uplifting and inspiring,
Like a bird with new wings.
Her laugh is contagious,
Piercing even my deepest walls
With troops of bliss.
Each morning I wake up,
Thanking God to be alive
My body next to hers.
This always leaves me asking myself,
One question over and over.
How am I so lucky?
Her voice is a breeze.
It lifts me higher than ever before,
Like a nonexistent drug.
I'm addicted to it.
A voice of reason.
The purpose I've searched for so many years now.
Like a star in the night.
She guides me onward.
Her eyes are a well.
They carry me deeper inside each day
To a place of peace.
My own glimpse of Heaven.
I lose myself each moment,
But remain aware at the same time.
She draws me in,
And I am complete.
Her skin is like rain.
Her touch cascading down, warm and loving.
I feel safe and whole.
With her I am happy.
Her lips are my home,
The place I think of when all is but lost.
A haven of beauty,
A dream I
The dark cloud in the distance hung low on the horizon as the horse came to a halt at the top of the hill. Sand stretched on for miles in every direction and the land was barren, save one small town to the east. The rider reached down and stroked the horse's mane, curiously studying the lack of trails into the town. His hand absentmindedly went to the silver handle of his Colt, sliding it back gently in the holster at his hip, as he debated. After checking to make sure the sawed-off shotgun was in place over his left shoulder and the rifle was in a holster on the right side of the horse, he tilted his hat lower to provide shade from the inten
High above the ground,
I look out over the city.
People unaware,
Oh, what a pity.
Broken on the inside,
Shattered to pieces,
I look down, ponder,
The release I need.
Empty and hollow,
My heart grown cold,
I feel nothing else,
Nothing left to hold.
Wanting the pain to cease,
The ache in my heart,
I step forward into the night,
Tearing myself apart.
Falling through the air,
The air rushing past,
I think of my life,
Memories flash.
I was happy,
The first time ever,
But I messed up,
Gone forever.
A glimpse of Heaven,
Within my reach,
All thrown away,
Gone from my hand's clasp.
I ask forgiveness,
As the ground rushes f
She is a dream I never dared to imagine.
A visage so beautiful, so powerful
I can't escape it.
She is a presence that follows me,
Keeps me pressed close, tight
Within her grasp.
No words can express it,
This unknown feeling inside me.
It's unfathomable.
Her nose crinkles when she laughs,
Her smile uplifting and inspiring,
Like a bird with new wings.
Her laugh is contagious,
Piercing even my deepest walls
With troops of bliss.
Each morning I wake up,
Thanking God to be alive
My body next to hers.
This always leaves me asking myself,
One question over and over.
How am I so lucky?
Her voice is a breeze.
It lifts me higher than ever before,
Like a nonexistent drug.
I'm addicted to it.
A voice of reason.
The purpose I've searched for so many years now.
Like a star in the night.
She guides me onward.
Her eyes are a well.
They carry me deeper inside each day
To a place of peace.
My own glimpse of Heaven.
I lose myself each moment,
But remain aware at the same time.
She draws me in,
And I am complete.
Her skin is like rain.
Her touch cascading down, warm and loving.
I feel safe and whole.
With her I am happy.
Her lips are my home,
The place I think of when all is but lost.
A haven of beauty,
A dream I
The dark cloud in the distance hung low on the horizon as the horse came to a halt at the top of the hill. Sand stretched on for miles in every direction and the land was barren, save one small town to the east. The rider reached down and stroked the horse's mane, curiously studying the lack of trails into the town. His hand absentmindedly went to the silver handle of his Colt, sliding it back gently in the holster at his hip, as he debated. After checking to make sure the sawed-off shotgun was in place over his left shoulder and the rifle was in a holster on the right side of the horse, he tilted his hat lower to provide shade from the inten
High above the ground,
I look out over the city.
People unaware,
Oh, what a pity.
Broken on the inside,
Shattered to pieces,
I look down, ponder,
The release I need.
Empty and hollow,
My heart grown cold,
I feel nothing else,
Nothing left to hold.
Wanting the pain to cease,
The ache in my heart,
I step forward into the night,
Tearing myself apart.
Falling through the air,
The air rushing past,
I think of my life,
Memories flash.
I was happy,
The first time ever,
But I messed up,
Gone forever.
A glimpse of Heaven,
Within my reach,
All thrown away,
Gone from my hand's clasp.
I ask forgiveness,
As the ground rushes f
I love writing, acting, watching movies, listening to all kinds of music, and staying active with sports and working out. My favorite music of course is the 80's, because they knew how to make good music. Two words: Bon Jovi. haha Africa by Toto is actually my favorite song, but you probably don't care about that. I love to do commentaries on things. Umm...I'm not sure what else to say here, so if you want to know something, just ask. I'm pretty easy to talk to, I think.
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I've slept exactly 4 hours in 3 days, so if there are any typos please excuse my lack of concern. I've been up since 7 this morning and just finished all of my Calculus homework an hour ago, so...that's good news. Also, I've been kickboxing now for six months and I've been pushing my body as hard as I can to reach my goal, though I think due to recent events I might be hitting an unhealthy level.
See, when I get bad news I work out more. It's a strange method of grieving or dealing, I suppose, but...I'm not exactly the conformist to others. My grandfather is in the hospital with stage 4 cancer and now has about a week, I guess, since last we
I finished my first draft of my first novel last year and immediately dug into the one I'm currently writing, but while all that's going on I've got so many other projects in the works. For instance, my first novel will be the first of a trilogy but I can't write that one's sequel until I finish this novel. And as I near the end of this novel, I kind of want to write a sequel to it (Not a trilogy, just a two-book series because I really love writing these characters).
On top of that, I've got a few other novels planned to the point that all I have to do is find time to sit down and actually write out the prose. Plus, every now and then I get
It's been a while since I wrote anything, but it's not because I'm out of ideas or because I've hit some sort of wall or block. It's just that I've been busy and was having a hard time figuring out how a main character I'm writing would feel after losing so much in his life. Well, luckily in a very ironic sense, I managed to ruin things with a girl I really like and got my heart broken. I say luckily because, despite the clear spiral of potential depression I'm heading toward, I now relate a lot better to my main character again and am back in the cynical mindset that I was in when I first started the novel.
For a while there, I thought I co