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Originally posted by Dell Gines:
Khalliqa, my problem is that I don't write anymore. All of the stuff you see is old.

Because of school, work, etc. my mind has become so mechanical and analytical that I lost the creative side.

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It would come back again if I started doing it, but back when I was writing, I was writing allllllllllll the time. Now, I only write research articles and argumentative articles.

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Blah!

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But when I retire (hopefully around 43 or 45) I want to teach at college and write fiction books. That is the goal anyway.

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Originally posted by Dell Gines/urbansun:
Your eyes whisper to me…secrets…
Secrets that your smile hides…
The sun beams by day…but at night…the moon cries…
In your eyes…I feel your soul…in your eyes there are no lies…
I see your smile…and feel in me…your pain that is disguised…

She is precious…spectacular…beautiful in unique, sensuous ways…
Quixotically erotic…enchanting, once ablaze…now only a flame…
A free spirit, who is dying…because she is caged…
Smiling…beautiful…laughing…beautiful…it helps hide her pain…

I saw her…eyes…absorb me…reach…through…fall into mirage…
Orbs…her iris’…pull me…into her facade…

I hold the bars, peer through…ohh the shackles…the pain on her face…
Dirty…so dirty…curled in fetal position...body a waste…
The chains…chafe…scrape flesh off, ankles, wrist…bruises pepper her face…
Neck collared…bound and bruised…backs with whip marks of a slave…
Half naked…exposed…little tears left to weep…
But those that do flow…puddle in a pool…near her scarred and swollen feet…
Aghast…I grow weak…I stare…there can be no mercy in this world…
No justice, grace, when life is not lived while contained in this cell…

In this woman…
In this divine Goddess…
In this Queen…
While she remains…
Alone…

In pain…
Ashamed…
No name…
No love…
To call her own…

Shhhh…I whisper as I enter…wipe off the remains of her tears…
Snap her shackles…gather her to my breast…to calm her of fears…
But my tears flow now…as I consume the weight of her pain…
I use them to wash the wounds, cuts and bruises…of this girl with no name…
Gently lay her down…cover her nakedness…with my cloak…
Wash her swollen feet…torn back…with careful but firm strokes…
Lift her up...hold her close...and carry her out of this cell...
Heaven in my arms...I feel her heat burn bright...as I remove her from hell...

Nooooo…not yet…I am not ready to leave her yet!
The orbs…push me…back through her soul…back into myself…

She is precious…spectacular…beautiful in unique, sensuous ways…
Quixotically erotic…enchanting, now ablaze…arose from a flame…
A free spirit, who is life…because she is uncaged…
Smiling…beautiful…laughing…beautiful…divine creature of grace…

Your eyes whisper to me…secrets…
Secrets that your smile hides…
The sun beams by day…at night…the moon cries…
Because in your eyes…I feel your soul…in your eyes there are no lies…
I see your smile…and feel in me…your love undisguised