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#review#shortStory#CA#cont Her space was her sanctuary. Her escape. She listened to waves crash in the background. The ambiance of a soft glow surrounded her. She would take a breath in through her mouth feel the air upon her tongue and travel into her belly. She was free.

#review#CA#poetry Love isn’t the glance of eyes that lock in time. The words spoken of passion. A need or want for embrace. Love isn’t the nostalgia one feels with reminiscing. Love isn’t the sacrifice or the control of one’s fate. It isn’t the constant knowing of place or time. The inside workings of the mind. It’s the acceptance of separation. Of knowing this path is neither yours nor mine. It’s the walking of foot steps side by side allowing the division that plays in time.

#review#shortStory#CA What was it that transformed her? Were people just born like this? No it was like a path that swirled within her journey. An awakening. Suffering had been her constant and chaos her normal. Her escape was her imagination, her song, her dance. The way she saw such light touch everything. Knowing she was protected even though her physical world would prove otherwise. She had a blood line but not a family. She spoke with nature. Saw herself in creatures. Believed in the impossible. It wasn’t something she did that made the difference. When trying things it always seemed like an uphill battle. When allowing things. Her life shifted. She had a realization that everything in life had its place.

#Morning#review#CA Startled by the midnight hour A veil lifted No longer a barrier Angels and demons at my side Each gifting me One shows me compassion The other shows me strength Accepting this duality Becoming whole I reach my hand within the dark I open my heart to the light Beauty and danger intertwined Both are needed and both are divine

#review#cont#CA Time was fluid from the moment her hands touched. There was a wave of understanding. It was experience that brought her so close. This vulnerability resonating from this stranger. She became like a mother. Nurturing hidden wounds. She had learned that scars ran deeper than flesh and the mind could be like a prison.

I blushed, I cried You spoke my tears dried; The child in me came back, Emotions long lost, returned; You giggled, you whispered, Leaving me mesmerized and lustred #review#poem#FL5

#shortStory#cont. #CA#review What was it that made this interaction so endearing? Some called her gifted. Others said she was Intuitive. She always knew the right touch. The right words. There wasn’t a moment the mind couldn’t escape. Finding a peace in the shadows. Using the stillness within her. A calm. She could connect on a level that even friends and family had shied away from. Her light and their darkness would dance.

Sunny hot in the day Breezy cold in the night, Laying down on the hay Mesmerized by the sight; Behold, the stars fall, Disappearing before I connect you on call. #review#poem#FL5

The feeling of ecstasy i got from a dazzling and sumptuous kiss, the warmth it left was memorising the taste got me confused cos it tasted just like caramel toppings mixed with strawberries. I gasped to take my breath, I struggled cos I was lost in the feeling. I wished not to wake up but damn, my alarm just went off, just then I realised it morning already; I needed to say may prayers. #review#Timileyin

#review #shortStory#beginning #CA Grabbing her wrist. Rubbing the small space between her palm and the soft skin covering her veins. Traveling to the crease of her arm. She had worked hard today. Her clients were pleased with the outcome. Each one feeling a sense of ease and comfort from the constant energy surrounding them. Some came because pain in the physical sense. Others because something deeper. More hidden and yet still calling out. It wasn’t something she had learned in text or class. It was a part of her. This unending need to draw their pain, their confusion into her core. Transform it back into something able to give them rest. Her hands were something more than flesh and her heart was more than beat. She was filled with something that could not be described, only felt. A smile crossed her lips as the gratitude filled her soul. In a world where so many were without purpose. She had found hers.

We had a deep, deep love So Sweet and so secure, And I kept falling head over heels , To depths where I could to be sure. Sure that this beauty here was her , These eyes were door to paradise, The kisses on lips were the key, To unlock the door down the aisle. The shiny golden key I found , She opened her eyes to let me in, I cleansed myself at the door, And left there every little nasty sin. I lived a life time in a few moments, On her green and alluring land, But then the devil reached me out, To take me back to the land sand. So she filled my eyes with tears, Telling they would help me on the way, Then waved at me so my eyes stay wet, Saying, "Don't forget me, ok? " @IWRITESOMTIMES #mans #poetry #review

Cadaverous Pulse He crossed his arms atop his chest, Shut his eyes and held his breath; The rusty nails slam through wood As all the mourners watched and stood. His lungs begged him to scream and writhe, But when the coffin drops he smiles And lets himself fall into slumber- How refreshing to be blind. The isolation brings him comfort And he's friends with all the ghosts There's no need to lie or fight or fret, No need to ever boast. Peace on Earth has never been But underground there is no sin So here he'll lie for all his life, Without the pain and all the strife.. #review#jt