Yoursouliswhisperingtome.I can hear your soul whispering.The little voice speaking to yourMind and body.Will she tell me her secrets?I promise not to tell.In fact,I'll tell you mine.If I hold youClose enoughYou can hearMy soul whispering, too.ThenWe can shareOur secretsWithout a single wordA simple glanceOr smileOr teardropOr the warmth of your hand (and heart)Or the flutter of eyelashes against skinOr the rosy, gossamer touch of lipsAllows the soulTo speak volumes.I can hear your soul whispering.May I listen?
And She Stays...Fingers interlocked,Our feet move in unison.No music plays in the background:Our voices intertwined compose the melodyAlone.Her silken skirt moves like water;Her hair flows across her neck.Covering all but her eyes;Her bright, monochromatic eyesAnother couple entersAs we twirl around the room.They mimic our movements effortlessly.Their melody is softer than ours,Slower,More refined.They waltz closer.May I cut in? he asks in passing, voice smooth;His female partner asks the same of me.Reluctance sets in, but we both oblige,Going our separate ways.The girl before me beams with silver;The man behind me smirksFalse intentions taunting me,I prepare for the worst.Whats your name? I ask the girl.Sorrow, she replies.Her icy touch mirrors mineAs we glide into position.I hear a laughAnd turn my headAmys across the roomTheyre already dancingHer hair is longer than beforeWhooshing through the airAs they spinEv
Shad - Part 8"When are you going to tell me where we're going?"I already told you. Shad folded his arms impatiently. Im taking you home.That would be the final destination, yes; but how are you going to get me there?Shad grinned wickedly. Easy.He flipped horizontally in midair and launched himself in her direction, snatching her by the shoulders as he ascended.Amy clutched his arm tightly, trying not to look down.Why do you always have to take me by surprise like that!?!Your reactions make it all worthwhile, he responded mentally, not even bothering to hide his smug amusement. Besides, you dont protest much when youre unprepared.At least tell me where youre taking m-meeeee!He swerved abruptly, turning a corkscrew loop as a mammoth object above them roared its way past.I cant talk to you when were in a dangerous area like this; youre
HaloAngels? Real?I used to think so.Only an angel could be that perfect.Genuine.Beautiful.Flawless.How could I be so contingent?Spurious.Hideous.Flawed....and still manage to fall in love?I stopped believing in angels a while back.(Angels are immortal.She wasn't.)But now...I've changed my mind.I think you're an angel, too.I will be your wingsAnd immortality shall be yours.The only halo I'll ever see is the ring my fingers form above your head.
Your LullabyThis will be your lullabyColorless dreams be cast asideFrom the journey your mind ever spansLeading back to the place where it began...This will be your lullabyTo comfort you through endless nightWords are nothing but spoken airReassuring that I am always thereThis will be your lullabyFaint as the stars afloat in skyListen to the music growing silentIgnore all thoughts of savage violenceThis will be your lullabyRemember in whom you confideMy heart is here for you to shareReserved for those who truly careAnd this will be my lullaby...
UnbornWhat child is thiswho rests unborninside his mother, sleeping?When will he waketo see the dawnfrom which his lifetime keeps him?When will the motherunawarediscover what has changed him?Will either knowthe entire truthabout his misconception?How will he seethe light withinwhen darkness is what made him?
WriteaholicHi.Did you know that I'm a writeaholic?I am.I really am.I need therapy.But there's a problem with that.Writing is my therapy.You cant empathize?Too bad.
Colorblind Ch.1: NewcomerI hate math class.Amy doodled around the edges of her paper, mentally preparing herself for her least favorite period of the day. Same old, same old, she thought, sighing as her pencil scratched out random designs. Just like math. Nothing but the same boring old problems again and again, day after day after day...She glanced upwards when her fellow classmates filed in from the hallway. An unfamiliar face caught her eye. The newcomer stood frozen in the doorway, his bright green eyes sweeping the room with a mechanical accuracy. He towered over the other boys present, six feet at the very least.After completing his inspection, he snatched a class-copy textbook from the bookshelf and smoothly claimed the desk closest to the door.Three seats away, Amy counted. Two to the left, one forward."All right, class," Ms. Rabon chimed. "It's time to get started on today's lesson."
Colorblind - PrologueI swear, it was a mistake. I didnt mean to kidnap her. It just sort of...happened.After all, it was for her own safety. Greater good and all that. It was supposed to be temporary.No, Im not shifting blame here. I accept full responsibility for what happened, and I fully intend on returning her where she belongs....Its a heck of a lot harder than I thought it would be.