A few of my works for those who wish to see them

I woke up today and couldn't get you out of my thoughts, and yet felt terribly alone...i don't know what to do....holding you seems like the only thing that could ease my sorrow, yet it is the only thing i can not do....and then i wonder, will i ever get to hold you...in my own arms or will it only be the arms i create through thought and cyberspace....if i run to you...will you hold me? Or can i even go to you? i hope i can...all i want now is to see your bright little face. to be able to brush my hand across your cheek when your sad and say everything will be ok...to hold you when your scared and say ill protect you....to look into your eyes under the moonlight and say i love you. if i come will you have me? just always know your happiness is always first in my heart...siting right next to my love for you...

With love...forever and always...my little fire
-Your Drew


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What is lost is never forgotten, and that which time consumes never dissipates.

It soars apon the winds of time like Gyrosa speeding across a thunder head.

Lightning steaks across the sky as a lone bolt seeks to extinguish the flames of our hearts...of our forgotten dreams.

Those dreams that drive us, yet can never be seen, nor touched, nor heard...Gyrosa.

Remember...what is lost is never forgotten...to time...

"What lies beyond the human mind, with our forgotten dreams, lives the hell of truth..."

But whtat hell have we forgotten...what truth will never be remembered....

..times end that was show to us at our start?

Or our inevitable, individual deaths made clear to us at our birth?

Will we ever know........

-Darigaz do'Soulrifter


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Lost and alone he watches the world float by. On the storm head of a lone cloud it drifts along. Waiting for sigh of anything to inform him of where he is and might be going.
"Damn clouds...wont even give you the time of day anymore..."
Getting to his feet the man looked around. A bright sunny day with a cloud here and there, casting a shadow apon a grassy plain. The hills rolling up to the Wall in the east with a single road that dared to get close to the mountains. Turning north all that was in sight was an old ash fern tree that looked out over an eroding hill. At the bass of the drop was a small stream that the trees roots were trying so hard to drink from. Looking south over his shoulder he could see the starting of a forest that trailed behind the horizon.