Submissions by truprophet (Earl Lee)

I once met a lady so young and gentle; her charm was that of a princess. From the first moment I saw her I was enchanted by her beauty, enslaved by her charm, my body trembles as my legs weaken by the remembrance of her eyes.
Her eyes held magic like none other I’ve ever seen, by just one glance she could bring the best of worriers to their knees, and with a few soft spoken words from lips so moist and warm, my heart, my body wanted nothing more than to please her.
For me her touch held the greatest magic. She made me feel that I could move mountains. With her I experienced emotions I...

Shadow

As I sit alone in my pity I recognized a shadow of my past. A tall dark figure of a spook with a long dreaded cloak, a cloak only worn by those who are damned, damned to walk the earth and haunt those who unknowingly walk the path of those who haunt them.
I gaze upon the figure before me, repelled by fear yet drawn by force. My trembling hands, a moistened brow, I sit paralyzed, my eyes desperately seeking comfort in a faceless shadow, searching, yearning to discover the familiarity that draws my soul into the hidden shadow within its hood.
As my mind travels further...

A friend is much more than someone who just say's hello in passing, or writes once in a while when you move away. A friend is someone who stands by you through thick and thin, they believe in what you think is true, they care of how you feel.

It brings joy to one when they can help you, and they feel the pain when you hurt. A friend has a special gift of sharing one's emotions with another and the freedom to express their true feelings without the fear of rejection or embarrassment; to offer advise as well as in asking for it.

A friend is someone you can depend on. A...

To touch the soul of another is to lead the blind out of the darkness


 As she stands over the sink, looking out her window, she sees nothing out of the ordinary, an old swing set, toys scattered about and fallen leaves across the yard, nothing which would cause concern, except one.

A faint echo, a voice from the past seeking answers.

She wonders why she’s here, where to go, how to get there and the consequences. Who has she become, and at what price. She knows the answers, for she has mulled them over several times over the years. She often dreams of...