There is magic in words, a whole new form comes to life, There is some truth in my poems And some romantic dreams, So I guess these are random things I think about And make them into my collection of poetry

Twelve aristocrats in a room. All windows and doors closed and a single murder. Not one came or gone, who amongst the twelve did it then?

Murder is termed as a vague concept of brutality in the moment of death at the hands of someone else. In an unseeming fashion always with the intent of getting away with it. It's the hows that everyone talks about. The process of solving it. What everyone fails to find is why something changed so fundamentally in a person to do something so cruel. To debase themselves to their most primal instinct. Let everything you think you know be questioned. Let the irony of the world play tricks on you. It's not the brilliance of the murder. It's not about getting away with it. It's about what pushed them to the brink of despair...

"And you.... look like mine." loren said "What does that look like ?" Rachel asked "You look like the screaming sex between my sheets that I get to look, have and fuck" He said as his teeth bit down on his lower lip. "Is that so?" "Oh yes honey. No matter where you go, no matter what you do. You will always look like mine. Because you belong to me. Each time you're wet it will be because you were thinking of me. Each time your fingers move inside you, it will be because I said so. Every pleasure you enjoy will be with me. Every taste of heaven will be coating my tongue. Are we clear?"

Let's play a game he said. And I agreed. He called it possession and the possession was me. Maybe just this one night I'll let Mr. Arizona possess me. I might call him sky when we are all together but secretly when he touches me, touches the heat of my skin and the lust that drips along my legs I call him Mr. Arizona again. It's a vile game we play where he lights a fire on my skin and call him Mr. Arizona, watching the fire burn within his eyes when I moan it again and again. It's lust. That's what Mr. Arizona means. Just that single word and in different names as we play different games but tonight he calls it possession. Not another game of lust. He invited me to be won. To be possessed by him.

my mother meant more to me than just that word. she was my person. every time something went wrong I went to her sometimes for advice sometimes just to talk. every time I achieved something I had to run to her and tell her about it. she was my everything. she promised she would never leave me and I believed until I was forced to watch her fade out of existence leaving behind me to take care of my little sister and the broken drunk that was now my father. its funny how you dont realize how much that one moment can change you, force you to grow up and at the same time take away everything that holds meaning. for me it was when I heard my mother had cancer.

"god fucking dammit I am stuck!" dweress said. it was dweress knew she was stuck in the movie and this was the day she had to pick out to live a horror movie. just her luck. she did not know how to get out of it, she only hoped that she would escape the moment the movie ended. yet that inkling of doubt trickled through her brain what if she would be stuck here in an endless loop? what if her life would now be a series of horror movies one after the other? most of all what if this illusion of reality that gave dweress comfort would end and at some point this would change into reality? created it's own horrors until it finally killed her. in this moment she was scared of the uncertainty of the situation nothing like this had ever happened before and she hoped this chilling feeling would end.

It's how it all ended. With a laugh, a tear and her. It was going to end with and me... broken... They met and it was explosive. Their love was explosive and just like everything about their life it all vanished without a name or a trace just leaving behind a memory that imprinted itself in their souls. For that's what they were vanished twins that found love.

His form mystified into the moon light as his tranlucent skin melted. It moulded into the form of the gentle ray of sun. Glowing with the ferocity of a candle. Gentle, tempting and sweet. But most of all selfless. The son of a demon he called himself but I can hardly believe it to be true for behind his hard mask was veiled a form of innocence. It was the face and I knew my destiny was sealed, tied to this mystical being that stood in front of me. I was his. Forever. Enchanted by the breathlessness of his form. Entranced by the beauty of his heart as I walked to him, taking his hand in mine. "Breathless" And he smiled at me with the joy of eternity for he knew what I meant. He knew he left me breathless. Just as he had told me the first time we met. In that same deep masculine growl that he used to say the next words to me. As if in pain and disbelief. "Forever" And we knew.