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     Well, you see, I had never had a very good relationship with my father. We just never really agreed on the way the world should be. We both had our own ideas of what was right and wrong, but I had inherited his stubborn streek so neither one of us could ever bend or conceed, or even agree to disagree. The most peaceful times during the years I lived in his house were the times we didn't speak much.     I went away to college recently, moved into the dorm started living independant of parental units. I haven't been home much except to grab this or that, things I forgot or decided I wanted after all. And the times my father was actualy h

I'm trying to remember the way you felt againt me, remember the way you taste. I'm trying to escape back to the heaven where you held me in your arms and the world would go to waste. I'm striving to remember the warmth of your breath on my skin, of seeing your face in the mornings before my day could ever begin. Help me to recall your sweet whispers in my ears of passions and dreams, declarations that would wipe away my fears. Let me dream tonight only of our love, the perfection of our hearts together. And if by luck the dreaming should be so sweet, please, let me dream forever.

     "Please wait here," she said in that always-too-cheery-for-the-situation voice of hers, "the vice principal will be with you shortly." She smiled her perpetual smile, but this time her eye's weren't in it. Suddenly I became concerned. Never before had my little interviews with the school higher ups made the secretary look at me that way, not even when I "didn't" set a trash can on fire in the bathroom trying to hide a friends cigarett while we were skipping algebra. This time she was looking at me with what I can only call concern.     Instantly I started going through a list of family members in my head trying to guess which one had k

Once upon a twilight two young brothers walked along a road through a wood searching for something not knowing what it was only that it was gone As the dark grew nearer they came to a large old tree and on either side was a road, both brothers called "come, follow me" But as they started  out, expecting the other close behind They realized they were taking seperate ways where they thought what they sought they'd find "Brother come this way" said one, "where the path is clear, The trees are thinner and the moon shines bright, we'll have nothing to fear" But the second brother refused, that way had already been done "Brother, follo