Don’t talk to me about love. I wrote the book on it. Literally.And for that sin, I alone am escaped to tell you the tale of the Battle of the Sexes and the End of Man.Okay, that’s not quite accurate. The book wasn’t really about love. But it was about dating, and lust, and sex, and how to facilitate all of that. And there was enough sin to go around - if that girl hadn’t broke my heart, I’d never have written it.See, the...

We experience magic Everyday in our life Sunrises to the horizon Starting of a new day Moon shines with the Stars at night guiding us Winds blowing trees Swaying and dancing Thunder and lightening Strikes in the sky Rain falling from the sky Watering flowers and trees Flowers blooming and Fruits bearing trees Pregnant women giving Birth to healthy babies Doctors saving lives Everyday on death bed Clouds made you smile Bir...

Is this a dream? Like you're on top of That rocky mountain Floating in the air Dancing aurora above. That feeling of  Light headedness Wanting to laugh Wanting to cry All at the same time. Is this nightmare? That feeling of angry Laughing at yourself on How stupid you feel. That feeling of crying Shouting to the world How you hated yourself. That feeling of scaredTrusting people againDoubting your own self. Is this magic?...

Except for the guards at the lobby, I was the only one in the building working. All lights were off. The only lights are on my working area. Coffee at my side as I busied myself on the financial reports. They were needed within two days time for the stockholders meeting. All my attentions were focused on the white screen of the computer.When all of a sudden, it felt chilly and the scent of flowers or candles lingered in m...

Dreaming again Black smokes taking shape Forming a tall man with  His black wings spreading out Heard terrorized screams Begging him to make it stop Found myself in his lap rocking Embracing me with his darkness Gone quiet for a while Hold on to him to protest but Thinking mind are not working Felt calmness in his darkness. Wanted to run and scape him Silently cried afraid to say my doubts Longing to have a glimpse of lig...

She is crying in the darkest corner of the park when a gentle hand lightly touches her sunflower colored tattooed shoulder. "What's troubling you child?" Came a soft voice. "I'm afraid." Deep anguish in her voice. "What are you afraid of?" Comforting voice, soothing her. "I will lose vibrant colors in my paintings. I will never be like Van Gogh anymore." Crying pitifully, declaring her fears. "Child, colors can't only be...

"Are you, are youComing to the tree?They strung up a manThey say who murdered three.Strange things did happen hereNo stranger would it beIf we met at midnightIn the hanging tree."~ Jennifer Lawrence, soundtrack from "The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part 1" One hand in her chin the other hand is touching a knife longingly, her forehead leans on the window glass as she looks outside of nothingness to the stormy night as the mu...

I will be your kept secret For the time you'll have with me For the naughty smiles you'll have For the happy song you'll sing For the poems you'll write You will be my kept secret For every heartbeats I feel For every tears my eyes shed For every smiles my lips made For every lonely nights I'll have You will secretly look into my eyes You will secretly hunger for my lips You will secretly desires my body You will secretly...

Dark outside Cold wind blowing, Howling dogs from afar. Dead silence. Scent of flowers Wrap around me. Goosebumps, as I felt Someone looking at me. Looking out, finding where. I saw your shadow In the dark walking Towards me. Stopping in front of me. Intently looking as You raised your hand. Wiping away the stain Of my fading lipstick. And you whispered "Red. I want Red lipstick On your lips." My body shivers From your se...

I felt your touch, But your feelings They were never the same. I seems to forgot, How it felt with Your warm embrace. So remind me again How it used to be Loving and warmth. Just this one song. Dance with me Like we used to do. Give me your hand. Place them where You used to loved them. I missed that touch. The feel of you palm That warms my heart. Ah, the lust it still lingers But it's like an obligation  For you to perf...

Maybe it's a game. You know, the kind of game little kids play all the time.You have a toy that you loved but got over it, so you move on to another toy. And the toy from before no longer has a meaning. It's out of your mind until you see someone else pick it up.Then you want it again, so you go up to that person and start to fight them for your old toy because now you realize that it's your absolute favorite.Maybe it's l...

When I return from my work, Tired and exhausted, I see her standing, smiling, waiting for no one. I wave, excited, make familiar gestures, Oblivious to my gestures, she just stares. As though challenging me for a game, With a smile on my face, I partake in, Challenging her, staring right into her eyes, Within few seconds, I blink and I lose. Enlightened, you can’t win over her cuteness. She never smiles when I look at her...

A quick snap followed by “here you're first.”An object of power in his hand.Raise. CLICK!He sat the object whirling in the center of the table.At her direction.Halt. Raise. CLICK!Back in the center and I gave it a spin.Halt. Raise. CLICK!Both of us were sweating buckets and again it whirled round and round.Halt. Raise. CLICK!It warbled off balance like a merry-go-round.Halt. Raise. CLICK!With a smile he set the object spi...

The faint trail of an essence. Certain fragrances had the ability to envelope the mind in chimera and deep desires. Leading to a search. A patient search where one's quarry could always sense the nearing danger but couldn't materialize the threat into a tangible reality. It would become an escalating game of cat and mouse. A lust exploding. A discharge of tension, the climax a victory. What a vicious cycle it would become...

A metallic voice spoke. “Welcome user GR8N3557083…” She pressed the small hexagonal jack into the shadow blue hole in the left side of her head. Although the hole was coated in thick alloy, the moistness rang in her ear as her skull was penetrated. A shudder ran down her spine, spreading out along her limbs like iced electricity seeking somewhere to ground. Leaning back onto the worn faux leather table, its top half raise...