Take my passion, take my love.
leave me to these skies above.
The one and only
vast blue which holds ye.
Nothing known,
Nothing knew,
Nothing seen,
Nothing heard or even touched this feeling.
Seeing few others like me,
and oh how they act like me.
Create quite the talks when both are hurting.
leave me alone to the skies above
For she only knows the truth below.
hold me tight and know im here.
Trust me or not I been where you been.
I will stand below ready to catch the falling fears,
for I have been there for myself.
I hide nothing but my own injuries
ready to consoul others.
Come to me for aid, but leave me to the sea
I am the gaurdian of emotions,
Healer of wounds and injustice,
Prisoner of my own will.

Here is the first story that I have posted on Livejournal. I am brand new so give me a chance.

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part one.

  Written by,
Keane Holmes.

The arrow flew swift and straight into the mans heart,
  pinning him upon that tree in time.
Preserved for times end,
  preserved till the one that can heal his heart.
Heal his heart of the blackness and ashes left,
  since the flare and death of his heart.