I look out in the night to see what was glowing so bright, Thy reflection turned to a light blue and I started to dream, Things that wouldn't be allowed to mean a thing, I knew nothing would be the same, Trying to step through something that clouded my brain, It held me so high I thought...

If i don't love you,then why If i don't love you, what is this im going through? Why do i go crazy, every time i see or think of you? If i don't need your tender touch, why is it that i miss it so much? If it's just my imagination, then why is my heart aching and dreaming of you holding me...

Victor Cannig's "The smuggler" is a fictional story of two well respected men on Small Island. Tasso and The Great Man are very similar expect for there physical appearance and mood. Tasso and The Great Man are both very clever and witty. They spoke their words with ease and smoot...

The Devil's Prey In the dark corner of time, I slowly lose all of my mind. All the pressures of the earth, rebegin at every birth. Redefining all of our thoughts, broken down by gun-like shots. Another blow to my head, one more time I'll surely be dead. Where do you go to ...

DYING DREAMS Today is the day that the hope inside me died, but how I wish that someone could know, I realized today and I sat down and cried. Something I loved is becoming my foe. I thought that I could do it, I knew I could if I tried. But I realized I cannot do it, my hope is no lo...