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A friend of mine sent me a poem he wrote. I personally love it as a human being we can all relate to the intensity of the emotions describes. Well done Jim. :) I watch Waiting for a hunger to break, I see, The way the hunger effects me. I search, For the tender warmth I crave. I hunger. The journey starts From within a broken house. Foundations are repaired, Hoping for you to decorate the emptiness. The walls are replastered, Waiting for the fabric of your love to be hung. The roof is repaired Not to block out the light, but to shelter the warmth of your fire. A flame arises At the prescience of your caress The dance begins While I dream of being tangled in your arms. The gentle bite As I kiss your neck and embrace your love. The tinder bursts into flame. A night of your love Is worth the eternity that I await To feel your love As again your draw yourself near I pull on your long dark hair A gasp of lust escapes your lips This dream will be A reality

I closed my eyes and I saw a vision. It was a vision of my future. I told myself it would be here sooner than I knew it. And she told me to do my best. I smiled. And then I shed a tear. I looked truly happy for the first time in forever.

Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock The stillness of the house accentuates the sound of the clock. Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock What am I but forward momentum and food for worms? How can I be moving forward and sitting so still that my very soul burns? Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock I want to do so much with my days yet I find them wasted with trivial purists. Education is but one for I do not think for myself. My time feels wasted. My gift of life is abused. My time feels misused. Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock I want to be in love again but I fear this time around, that time will desert me and that love shall never be found. Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock I want to create a work of art, an ode to those passionate and free. I feel like all of society is expecting something different from me. Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock I can not help but wonder when my path shall not be as rocky, then I wonder how can I ever let a few pebbles stop me? Tick tock Tick tock Tick tock

The same thought has always been in my head when I sleep and when I awake. This has been on my mind since forever. I think I've gone crazy a long time ago and just refused to acknowledge it. I need to stop this snail's pace game and get to it. I don't really want to wait much longer. Gabriel Janas

Underneath the starry skies an ancient truth does here lie. It is not that of steel or stone. It is one simply of flesh and bone. It is made up of light and dark. A place where angels come to flock. A place where demons are free to walk. A truth that is hidden in the depths of the sea and found only in the eyes of you and me. Four lettered affection is its name. Five letters easily broken are the barriers in this game. Once lost it is never the same. Once earned again it must always be maintained. Hope guides you for its lofty quest. When it shatters you feel its sting within your breast. What was broken can be forged anew. The choice is only up to me and you. Choose lightly you can not for it is something that can never be bought. Earned in time it shall be if only it you choose to see. So take the risk and cast the stone lest you are content to remain alone. For if you choose that which has no ease the reward shall be worth ten lives such as these. Two in one and one in two that is t

This is the prologue to book 2 of the trilogy of novels I am currently working on. This is an original work and I retain all rights of usage and distribution for profit and non-profit. This can not be used for profit or non-profit without my express written consent Thank you, Gabriel Janas Prologue to Book 2 (book 1 and 2 as yet untitled). "What do you remember of her?" "Everything," Gabriel whispered to the voice seeped in shadow. "I remember the smell of her hair...like fresh picked strawberries. I remember her embrace...as strong as iron and as fragile as stained glass..." "Is that all?" asked the voice from its shadowy retreat. "We're you always this happy when you spoke of her?" "I've never spoken about her...until today," he replied as his eyes struggled to pierce the veil of darkness around him. "Why are you even asking me all this? I don't even know who you are..." "We'

Chocolate eyes. Too beautiful. Don't stare.

Walking with my hood up, snow falling all around me, my face is in shadows as people crowd around me. I feel the press of their bodies, their heart beats to the beat of the street. I can see their eyes but they can't see mine. I'm glad for that. I don't want them to see that my loneliness is getting the better of me. I can't control it tonight. It has a life of its own. That parasite sucking the marrow from my bones. It's so cold. Gabriel Janas