Here is a sample of my writings. I mostly write poetry, but now I am expanding into other types of writings.
I hope everyone enjoys what I have to offer.
Burning in my veins is something incredible that it is troubling to contain it in my being.
The passion is like volcanic lava searing into the walls of my heart, with each beat lives my mind in a fever state. Each day is a reminder that I have never been a saint who lives a life of sin with some regrets.
I am searchinig for that chance, an unguarded moment to seize with impunity. I will do whatever I desire. Nothing in my life seems to matter except this very moment. I was born in this very moment, and I will die in this moment. Truely it is a state of the here and now.
These emotions are shriveled and dried up in my being. The cruelity of time has swept away all that is beautiful and lasting. The creation called "Love" is so distant, that I can only desire to destory with each breath that I take of life. To hunt it and to rip it apart like I would like to rip open my veins to spill my soul into the abyss. These tears have long ago dried up at the bottom of my wells in my eyes. To cry or to scream nether can I do at this time.
Never realized how thirsty I was until the moment I took a deep pull from this goblet filled with new life. The cup felt oh so cool in my hands, the liquid inside the cup was golden. It was a gift from this unknown angel whose tears had been shed in the place of mine. She urges me to drink once more and deeply. Feeling the emptiness filling in my soul as the cool liquid heats up from the chambers of my seared heart and pervasively it spills into every pore of my being. My eyes flutteras I reawaken from this slumber of doom.
I hope everyone enjoys what I have to offer.
Burning in my veins is something incredible that it is troubling to contain it in my being.
The passion is like volcanic lava searing into the walls of my heart, with each beat lives my mind in a fever state. Each day is a reminder that I have never been a saint who lives a life of sin with some regrets.
I am searchinig for that chance, an unguarded moment to seize with impunity. I will do whatever I desire. Nothing in my life seems to matter except this very moment. I was born in this very moment, and I will die in this moment. Truely it is a state of the here and now.
These emotions are shriveled and dried up in my being. The cruelity of time has swept away all that is beautiful and lasting. The creation called "Love" is so distant, that I can only desire to destory with each breath that I take of life. To hunt it and to rip it apart like I would like to rip open my veins to spill my soul into the abyss. These tears have long ago dried up at the bottom of my wells in my eyes. To cry or to scream nether can I do at this time.
Never realized how thirsty I was until the moment I took a deep pull from this goblet filled with new life. The cup felt oh so cool in my hands, the liquid inside the cup was golden. It was a gift from this unknown angel whose tears had been shed in the place of mine. She urges me to drink once more and deeply. Feeling the emptiness filling in my soul as the cool liquid heats up from the chambers of my seared heart and pervasively it spills into every pore of my being. My eyes flutteras I reawaken from this slumber of doom.
timber_:
you write like a poet! it's very visual, good stuff