My hobby is my life line and my livelihood. I write because I am free.

This is a new territory for my writing style and my type of writing. This is a attempt to gather a new audience. So tell me what you think

Vanessa T Williams’ "I Bleed"

A poem about living like today is your last day.

Chapter three of my short novel called The Path after Death.
The second chapter can be found here:
http://authspot.com/short-stories/the-path-after-death-chapter-ii-hell-and-its-rules/

Life through the eyes, of a lowly beast, who endured the apocalypse…and reflects on the history of man.( Images, courtesy of Google)

I felt he had made his place in my heart. He had literally trespassed into my heart. I realized that arms and weapons are not the only means to defeat someone. Kantilal had defeated me.

Whenever she left her house, her father said, “God save our children from evil.”

Even the flowers like tuberose, jasmine, etc. all are white. She does not like the flowers of other colours.

This is a prose poem… which I have barely ever written prose and normally I write verse and it is a psalm of types to the the creator of my soul, a pleading for life and dreams once so alive, now lost and my request of come back to life and feel the life within me and around me again… We have all been there… Whether we believe in God or not is almost irrelevant… Well, to me it’s not but yeah, it is a crying out for more and for bad decisions that led to believing and being satisfied in less…

An inexplicable rendezvous with a stranger
helps a suffering addict find his way to recovery.