The will to write a poem striks in an instant like a flash of lightening outside my window.  One can not just sit down and write poetry for without that light a poem is nothing more than nevermore the cry of a poem tortured. Please enjoy my hastily writen poem!

Shadows of light; Slivers of darkness

Light and dark forever twighned

Such is this of wich I write

Stories and tales; Shadows and stones

Heros and villians; good and evil

Of such is what we write

And yet it seams the soul laid bare

Preface

This story is based on my Two best friends and me in ten years! My inspriation was us, and my best friend HomeschoolGirl started her own (The Three), then I built mine a little after hers, trying the best I could to make it different! But hers is amazing! Much better I must say. Hopefully my other friend Liddyanne, will write her own version! Then we'll have three different versions!

I hope you enjoy!

I'll put a poem to music and post it on youtube.
i could be the next big thing.
i would rack up the number of views every day.
record deals could be mine (if i only could sing)
i'd see all the fame i had missed all along.
i have got to write a pop song...

Immersed...

Oblivious to all around me.

Captivated by my story.

Wandering...

Lost in pages of memories.

Reading, seeing, reliving moments.

I'm running away from my future.

I'm fleeing back into my past.

I'm trying to get back my memories

That I took for granted before.

Back into the past I missed.

Even before I was born.

Seeing things and people who were lost before.

Now I hold te key in my hands.

Back into the past that was.

What I missed before.

Voices fill her mind, so she writes.
She feels as if her head will explode, so she writes.
The words just won’t form in her mouth, so she writes.
Moving the pencil is as natural as breathing, so she writes.
Her notebooks have too many blank pages, so she writes.
The story hasn’t been told yet, so she writes.
Her friends are waiting, breath bated, so she writes.
She can’t find a talent she likes more or criticism she accepts better, so she writes.

*A/N* I've been having an infuriating case of writer's block lately, so therefore I had to rant about it. I think that lots of people can relate......

Now this is an unedited draft of the first chapter of my book Antrium: REDEMPTION.

Chapter 1: WolfBlade…

Those eyes I see, in the dead of night.
Those eyes I fear will be my demise.
Their red burning in the dead of night
Their white lining glowing like moonlight so fine.
I try to decline
Those eyes so malciouse
His teeth sharp and rigid
Those eyes like fire from hell
Now it is easy to see why so many fell
Into his prison of char and brimstone
A thousands souls never burning alone
Those eyes so cold
Those eyes so bold
They keep me down like a burden on my back
My hope to attack
But I can't do that