I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds.

The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here.

How odd, to suddenly glimpse a facet of me I didn't know existed. I guess it really isn't all that unusual to surprise oneself with an ugly bit of ego.

She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

And this is a kiss like none before, a kiss that could overcome the dark of deep space night. It's a falling star, flame, ice. It's pure as water from a snow-fed mountain spring. This is what you dream a kiss to be. To have a kiss just like this each and every day! How satisfying life would be.

back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry.