I Love to Write Stories of Experiences

You have become a permanent inhabitant in my mind

And while you're there, I hope destiny will be kind

Please don't be a possible cause of distraction

Coz you know, I have a life and I need to function

So let's take it easy and be...

Writing.... I'm the quiet/shy type which is probably why I love to write. I express my feelings through it... when no one else wants to hear me I go straight to my journal. I love how I can just escape the world sometimes.

close that eye, pull your blanket over that pristine body and invite me into your mind, my voice, my words my face.I'll lie next to you my thousand warriors at the ready, my shield your blanket my sword glistens with venegence.My touch...

Inside the suite, Brandon sat down in a chair and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her neck and ears tenderly. "Pretty lady, I've missed you. My life has been unbearable without you. Every time I picked up a magazine or turned on the...

There are moments in life where you know what you decide at that time will change your course. Whether it be a seemingly simple choice or a more agonising drawn out process, some decisions have a poignant and lasting impact on your life...

Think of me and smile,
Let me sit in your thoughts for a while.
Our time together is brief,
But hearts entwine for eternity.

Our souls fly together,
Blazing sun as they ascend,
Like eagles soaring against a piercing blue sky.

Although...

Not butterflies, but feathers. I see you and all i can think is just wow. And you look at me and I can see the way you love me in the depths of your eyes. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, my dumpling. Hold me and I'll fall asleep...

at first i lay there sleeping dreaming of you,
at first your touch, your smooth, soothing touch on my bare skin, tracing my tattoos
then as you need more i feel your lips moving to kiss me, my hips my back, shoulders, you tease me as...

I recently saw the Red Smith quotation, "Writing is easy. You just open a vein." People who write are going to write anyway, whether they are published or not. Getting published is more difficult; but that is different from writing...

Ominous and morbid, Simone told me how she coveted the hue of her true love’s hair. From the inky voids, Cornell fell on these days, as Muse mused about how supermassive the hole had become. Deep in the coalmines, these Men, Yorke and...

I think it's fun to just write about my day and what I've been doing, like a journal or blog. It's fun to me and I like doing it. Writing out thoughts and feelings and sharing them with other people who may feel the same way as you is...

"Stop eating so late". they said to her. As her stomach growled, she didn't know what to say. what could she say? she was starving but had to stay quiet, she knew she couldn't eat anything or else they would look at her with more...

In a ruined town along the boarders of Khameskt, the road went to the land of the great king of silver of north, or the great king of gold in south. The city had once been a shared domain between the two kings, but as war broke out, it...

"If we kill someone for killing, and we bully someone for bullying we are doing the same thing we accuse them of doing."This is what a friend of mine told me and I was impressed because it's true.I went on to tell my friend that even...

“Don’t let go!” he shouted. I closed my eyes and held on to his hand as tight as I possibly could. I could feel him slipping through my fingers, I could literally feel him slipping away. I opened my eyes and in that split second...

Walking that dusty road to nowhere, not seeing what lies ahead yet not worrying either for destiny will kiss my heart with a blessing of fire that drives me on.

Each step grounded like glue in the sparkling sunlight, smiling that same...

I'm clutching Walter's hand and I try to jump through the hula hoop before the music stops. It's his birthday so he doesn't have to worry, but he does anyway because it's a game and the stakes are fake for everyone. We're out in their...

The Kiss
The porch swing creaked in its familiar rhythm just as it always had for the many years I sat in it, only tonight it had four legs pushing it back and forth.
I looked at her as she sat there; listened to what she was saying...

"Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never persistent. It depends in part upon the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in. He must reflect what is...

I am alive but I am not living. I gave up long ago. I am not completely numb sadly I can still feel pain. I lay here with everything to lose and nothing to gain. You learn that even the people who promise to never hurt you eventually...