

Burning DesireThe classic imagination is wonderful Thinking of something that is totally real but yet isn't Its like we're living in a dream world And time has stopped it in place Angels fly around translucent to our vision They carry the one thing we all seek in our lives And that is love Its greatly talked about But yet so hard to findBurning Desire
Perhaps the key to finding love is within the soul Once it has its mind set on someone so special Its instantly clear that this is love Now that i've found this myself It's just something that can never be described It's pure magical


Rising, Together..The wind settles, they breathe easy Holding hands Looking at opposite ends of the road They smile She slowly moves closer He moves closer too They lock eyes, but only for a second Each of them now looking away, smiling to themselves The sky becomes clearer Their feelings grow stronger Dancing to their heart beat Hands hold tighter, heart beats faster Both then stop dead He looks at her She looks at him Both of their smiles shining bright He wants to know what she is thinking She wants to know why he is smiling They both move closer, smiRising, Together..


GhostwriterIt starts with the wind. You can hear it outside your window. It blows the twigs of a tree into the hard glass, making a scratching sound like someones outside the door, watching you . waiting to find you . Then come the flickering lights. Its dark in your house; the clock strikes midnight. Suddenly the lights flicker on and off . as if someone is downstairs . .turning them on and off and on and off and on . Suddenly the door bangs shut, again and again . as if someone is trying to force entry . .to your roGhostwriter


It Only Takes a SecondHow long does it take for a life to change? Does it take a minute? A single minute, in which actions and words can be thrown against your soul like a dagger, piercing you to the core? Does it take a half of a minute? Enough for emotions to take a hold of the air, wrapping you in their oily complexity, draining you of your strengths and morals? No. It only takes a second. A second is how long it takes for a word, spit from bitter lips, to poison your mind and let loose a stream of salty tears. A second is how long it takes for a slap, delivered from fed-up hands, to shatter the world you knew before. In theIt Only Takes a Second
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"The soul purpose of my middle name is so that I can tell when I am in trouble."
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