Tenebrae

I try to be as descriptive as I can when I'm writing. A friend once told me to use all five of my senses and pretend I'm the character that is experiencing them. :-) Michael's sexuality is just as confusing to him, lol. He's a womanizer because it is expected of him in his lifestyle, but he's battled with an attraction to other boys ever since he was a pre-teen. It will come out more later on as his full background is revealed, but right now only Loren's unworldly abilities is bringing it to the surface right through the cloud of denial Michael has hidden it under.

Thanks! I wasn't sure if I used too much background on Michael or if the intended hook was still there. :-) Thank you for reading it and for taking the time to leave a review.

The room was lit by the flickering glow of several candles placed around it and the walls were stone darkened by years of water stains where the tapestries left them exposed in spots, but none of it looked familiar to Michael Quinn. Not even the soft looking bed sitting on the raised platform with its silky black sheets and dark walnut corner posts brought back any memories to his addled mind, nor did the ornate rug covering the floor with its dark red, gold, and green hues cause any memories to

Michael Quinn is your typical seventeen year old throwaway making his own way on the streets of Black Moon Bay until a chance encounter with a stranger changes his life forever and throws him into a chaotic underworld that has only been hinted at in myths and legends whispered among the inhabitants of the city.

Afterlife “I don’t believe the afterlife is another symbol of death.” The deep voice was calming when placed with the music surrounding them, but the words and timbre were what brought a shiver to Michael Quinn as he listened to the stranger sitting beside him at the long, ebony bar. “It could very well mean a new beginning without any of the flaws the person experienced in their former life.” Michael laughed and shook his head at the stranger’s odd conception. “Are you saying that ‘afterl

When I told my then girlfriend I was bisexual and she said "Really? That's good because I've been having these thoughts about Abby ..." .

A poem about what's left after a break up Shackles of Sin

I am not the one --- that line hit me right in the stomach and I'm still trying to catch my breath. Not only was the poem a river flowing perfectly over the rocks just below the surface, but it was also a visual delight to behold. Very good job.

Love lost and found again. A very good rendering that sparked a memory in me of my first crush. I got the feeling from this that age and waiting only made the reunion even better. That is what I'm hoping for in the future with my crush and this has given me a feeling that maybe my repressed memories weren't all that bad after all.

There is definitely good and bad in everything, and it's up to the viewer to decide which way the pendulum swings. I like that this made me think while I was reading it. Usually, I just get a mind visual of poetry when I read it, but this also came with the added bonus of making my brain cells spark. I feel the urge to write --- thank you.

That's how I felt when I told my "mom" I was into both guys and girls. Just the look she gave me made me feel like I had this big blank spot inside me where the gender definition should've been. A good poem and very emotion invoking.

That was exquisite. I had to read over it a few times before the chills started, but once they did -- beautiful. The linear graphics created by the line by line posting would've been distracting in any other poem, but here they worked with the visual given by the words. A very good job!

Not all chains are tangible.

You are the shackles that brings me down to my knees You are the vision that haunts every one of my dream You lie and say that you care You leave me to my despair You are the shackles that brings me down to my knees You are the chains that bind every word I must speak You pretend that you’re not to blame My destruction is part of your game You are the shackles that brings me down to my knees You are the padlock that no longer has a key You say that you’ll be there f

*leers around* Anybody want some Hershey Kisses I've been carrying around in a box of condoms -----