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Soul SongThe words come first.Soul Song by *Viewer-Thinker
Carefully choosing the right one to bring beauty to the feeling.
Next is the music.
This is the hard part, choosing what it will be.
After time you decide and begin the challenge
Of fusing the feeling with the experience
Overtime it must develop and grow
Shaping into something better and better with each new step.
The song is your child and
When it is time for it to enter the world.
All you want is for it to be loved.
No matter what genre it is.
Sadly some will hate her.
And others will hold him in the highest regard.
They might resent him
But creating that song will bring joy.
If only for her to touch and change
Whether to be someone to dance with or to provide comfort.
As you grow you see flaws that you wish you could change or take back.
However taking them back would replace them with new ones
Destroying something something know is amazing.
Rough Draft of Short StoryWhen I entered the living room the first thing I say was Eric’s usual mess of the combined sugary goodness of Lucky Charms and Fruit Loops. He was seated in front of the tv in the rocking chair trying to rock himself into eating the cereal flying in front of the screen. “Good morning Nicola.” my Dad said pulling his head out of the his pile of pictures. “Morning Dad and Salutations Princey” I said starting to cross the room. “He fell asleep in the chair again” I thought to myself walking past him seeing his unshaven stubble, the glasses atop his head and the sticky note sticking to his dirty blond hair line.Rough Draft of Short Story by *Viewer-Thinker
As I walked into the kitchen I say my Mom with her Julia Roberts brown hair in her paint covered shirt and faded blue jeans. “Mom,” I began but Eric shouted “No Sylvia go back for Wander!” “Oh, Nicola you're up. Johanna called and said that she dropped off the truck at Tristan's and told him to pick you a