Getting hit by a freight train feels like this...

The art of writing For most people Is the pouring out of emotions Through a pen To a piece of paper For me The art of writing Is breathing life to words To be able to capture the soul The pen is just an instrument You use to create a whole new life A different world A parallel dimension It’s not just an escape But a journey Through lands made up of minds, Emotions Ideas Life A life that I myself created A universe where I am God As God had done I give my creations my own life Breathe into them my own breath And after writing down a piece I put my pen down And enjoy the high Of being able to create Of experiencing being God Of feeling more alive than I had ever been

Hand to heart Heart in hand As the sun shone behind his face He stared at his reflection on a glass pane And moved to the rhythm of her beating heart Believing for a moment that it could be his Even if he thought it could only happen in his dreams That he would be able to hold her and Embrace her and make her his Hand to heart Heart in hand He watched her He watched her move sinuously To the sound of another man's heart He watched her move He watched her laugh He listened to her giggle He listened to her sigh She teased She smiled And finally, she looked his way Hand to heart Heart in hand He made his way across the room To where she stood Mouth dry Mind blank He walked slowly, deliberately Until he was right in front of her Hand to heart Heart in hand Honey-brown eyes met warm, chocolate-browns He took her hand in his And gave her his heart "Here is my heart Do as you see fit Although I wish that you will take care of it In case it bre...