Visualize this: Do you ever hate when people are purposely not being clear about what they are trying to say to you? You know that they are implicitly implying their true feelings to you but they don't explicitly do so just to get on your nerves.  This is exactly what drives me insane...  "I didn't say I am not allowing you to go, but...." Mom says. This is my story. Go ahead. Step into a day in the life of me.

One shot story. 

He has been described as God on Earth, God on Two Legs, Krissus, as if so unattainable for us. What if this "God" was one of us? What if Kris was one of us? Just as human as one of us? Just a stranger on the bus? With feelings and inner questions that we ask? With happiness, care and even l

     "She found me when I was most vulnerable. When I wanted to stop breathing, trying, thinking...she found me. When I wanted to take a turn down the left lane, she'd found me. As I release this balloon tonight, I hope she's watching. I'd like to find her, too. I'll be watching for her even if she isn't here. I'll be watching. I promised. "

You have 59 seconds to live, starting the first word ago.

This is not Sparta, this is art.

A fictional officer's thoughts during the Holocaust.

What is a woman? To me, a woman is I. And sometimes, I just dislike women.   No hints of feminism here. Just all the s

Fire. One of the most powerful findings of man. The foundation of many other inventions of modern time. Without it, would we have been anything?

Let me bring you back where it all started. Where I started. Adoption. It's a part of me that I can never run from. Because my past r

If all smiles meant something good, why, we'd be the luckiest planet in the nothingness of the universe. God wouldn't destroy us. Because even He wouldn't know we are all sinners.

Floods of thoughts rush into my head but I can only sift out small phrases. And I fear for the day when these thoughts will all stop.   Parallel to

I can't seem to keep myself away from poems. No matter how much I claim to not enjoy them. Maybe it's because like poems, I think in symbols, not thoughts.  

I never really liked poetry. And I don't have a flair for it. But here's more

Let us not befall. (To the victims our own worlds makes us.)

Poetry wrecks or heals the soul; a couple words can represent a nation. But inspiration powers the world.

Some things are simply bittersweet. In Tiffany's case, everything is bittersweet. As this young girl sets her mind on one thing, a once horrible scenario turns into a grim reality.

“Time is swift, it races by; Opportunities are born and die... Still you wait and will not try - A bird with wings who dares not rise and

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