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Saying I Love You Three little words, To say it, never seems enough I always want to prove it, That you mean so much more than you think. To hear it, fills me with more joy than you can imagine. It tells me you care, That even if only a little, I have a place in your life. To see it, shows me that you tried. I can never look away from your displays of affection. I can never forget them either. To feel it, gives me more pleasure than touching silk. It is always warm, welcoming, and, overall, Just plain wonderful. Three little words Millions of ways to get them across.

That Is Love When they scream and scratch at the very thread holding you together, you push yourself further. When suddenly you look around through the blood stained glass, You find the faint brilliance of a tiny life. When you watch as the sharp knife passes through their thin layer of skin, Your heart drops to your feet and you scream bloody murder. The tears fall and you drop with them. When the bloodied glass distorts your already blurred vision you scream to the heavens, Shouting with all your might you voice the only thought you ever had, Your love for them. When their eyes widen and the blood flow has ceased its course out of

Let Me Help Please don't shut me out, Show me that I can still be there for you. Don't push your emotions away, Let me help you face them. Please don't look away from me, Instead look with me to the future. Don't cry silently by yourself, Wail out to the skies in agony. Please don't slip from my grasp, Tighten your grip and hold on. Don't be like all the others, Let me make a difference. Give me a chance, To save the precious treasure, The gem, worth more than gold, Allow me to save you. You, who shines brighter than the stars, A warrior, tough even in pain worse than the wrath of gods, A flower in a field of weeds, The co

What were you thinking........ As I watch the creamy treat flow down the exposed flesh, I desperately begin to lap up each drop, savoring the familiar taste. In haste I lick each and every spot I am able to get to, Wanting more and determined to fulfill my need. Finally I reach the peak of my experience, I know by the hard and sweet feel of it. Carefully my tongue reaches to tenderly caress the base. Being rough I attack the substance containing the milky white goodness. Finishing I swallow every last bit of the remaining taste in my mouth, Not wanting to wait for my next taste of this deliciousness. Now what was the "trea

  Have you ever your heart break into a million tiny little bits and watched as your inner self flails around trying to capture them but being smaller than dust, failing and instead having them flutter past lifeless fingers? It is not a very pleasant sight to behold and feeling the effects of all your promises and vows to yourself break when you make that one choice that is so excruciating , it churns the intestines of your stomach into a knot. As my dad stumbles and staggers towards me I am aware of the dozens of relatives all casting their sympathetic gazes at me forming a tangible bubble of swirling emotions all expressing their

 With every drop, actually more accurately with every bottle his presence became more of a nuisance than the friendly and lovable man everyone knew. But still I will forgive him. As more of his consciousnesses began to disappear his rage became more animal-is-tic. But I will forgive him. As sympathetic gazes are trying to go unnoticed when they touch my eyes instantly they are ripped away and quickly shift into a mixture of shame and guilt. But I will forgive him. When the final straw is drawn and the tangible bubble of tension is popped a cataclysmic cacophony of shouts and screams echo into my now despondent shell called a body. But I will

The Monster Inside: Chapter 3- The Encounter Inside My Head In the memory of it all the pain was excruciating, almost unbearable, but during through it all or somewhere in between I met with it. In my black out it came before me once more but this time the look in its malicious face said that it had plans for something so vile and cruel it was unimaginable. As fear finally began to sink in it sunk like an anchor and made a huge thump in the pit of my stomach. What I assumed was minutes later my lungs burned and my muscles screeching to stop and rest and with a scream rising in my parched throat I sprinted faster, willed my legs to go faster,

The Monster Inside: Chapter 2-The Girl Living in the House of the Dead  Rozenshia live in the house that most people dream of. An astonishing egg shell white color cover the exterior of the house in smooth and flowing waves of brush on a sturdy yet graceful looking build. The breathtaking interior consists of matching mahogany floors and furnishing that includes wooden rocking chairs that were hand crafted by no one else but the best carvers in town, the carpets, curtains, and the befitting animal carcasses all correspond and with a sky high degree of precision and concentration make the animal seem alive with the certain background to it.