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I live like tortured souls, To me theres no beginning to the day and no end. I awake feeling cold, empty, dead. My dreams are dark, like the shadow which haunts my every move. I try to forget heartache, pain and sorrow, But I am just reminded of the future, which will contain these three demons. When i die nothing will have changed, No one will notice, my haunting dreams will still live on. I am dead.

It stood solitary, proud guarding it's precious castle doors, it's home, it's life. The tall figure which is the knight barely whispers a word. It just stands, the gleam of it's sword can be spotted from far, Only it's dark and deep mind knows how many poor men have, fell to that hard steelid blade. Someone approaches, in hope to breach the fort and obtain its treasures. But the statue which is the knight, springs to life, a jump and a swipe from the infamous steel and the man lies, severed. The knight moves back into position and stares ahead and waits.

I have a disease You affect me You inflict me Im affected your addictive I have a disease Your beauty injures me Your body sends pulsating pains through me Im addicted to you. I have a disease

Our lips meet, The warm glow which is love flows through my body, Which trembles from the sheer exhilaration which is.. The Kiss, which oh we have waited so long to experience. I hold her as we continue the magic. Her lips are soft, warm and smooth on mine. Will this moment ever stop, physically maybe, But we both know that it will continue in our hearts forever, An Everlasting kiss of two lovers. Time is non- existent now, for we no longer know how long, Our lips have been glued together, It seems simple.. 'a kiss', yet a kiss is worth more than, Than words, a kiss is symbolic. We finally break apart, our hearts thumping and e

The seeds scatter, Who could tell that these tiny seeds, Will blossom into somthing so beautiful, The rose waits, it remains budded up insects buzz wildly around the deep green case, which they know holds somthing so red, so pure. It opens in a flash of red! The glorious red dress which is the rose stands proud, on it's strong, reliable stem. The insects take advantage of the rose's good nature, and hide, nest and eat. The rose lives on, it sways in the cool wind, it's petals bewildering passers by, entrancing them, the rose is a siren, the sun draws to an end, the eligent rose starts to wither, it dies. Passers by walk on..

The black and white squares loom ahead the weak yet fearless pawns take one step closer to there goal. Only to be trounched by the everlasting abilities of the queen. The game roles on and a battle commences Knights tangle spears, Bishops collide in a diagonal assault, and the two kings stay stationary... silent, just waiting for their prescious queens to finish off their opponents. suddenly the powerful rooks are unleashed! they power sideways   destroying any left cowering pawns from their way. the king looks worried, he has been checked by the rook! The king cleverly backs away, and out of check. But wait! its a trap suddenly

Dear ........ I am writing this letter to emphasise my feelings about you. You already knowhow much I adore you but i feel that just telling you over the phone and on the spot is not enough, so i took the liberty of writing this letter. You make me feel like nobody has ever done before. I sometimes wonder why? As i remind myself that you are just another girl; but then i think again and realise that you are not 'just another girl'. People have told me in the past that somewhere out there, there is somebody 'just for you', well i believe that I have found that person already. I t's almost impossible to explain the way I feel about you, as w

I have fallen in love with a black man. Othello who they call 'the moor', if you wonder why the list of reasons is endless. For one his stories of war and adventure continue to amze and astound me despite the fact that they have been retold many a time. I am fearful that he believes I love him just out of pity, but this is simply not true I love him for the person he is, exterior matters make no difference to the way i feel about him. I love Othello to the extent of going against my own father, as he disagreed with our relationship describing Othello as a 'black beast'. It was hard as I still respect my father a lot but if he cannot accept