Roxx Hunter

 I have a friend who we'll call Anonymous. She can be your mother, sister, daughter, niece, aunt, grandma, or friend. She could be the person you pass by on the street, the person who serves you coffee with a smile, or someone you talk to when things seem down. She could encourage you, support you, and show you the deepest of love. She could be a stranger, or she could be you. But, if you only knew... 

 Parable time: Once there was a town full of people. The people in this town were all very different but they all called this place home. There was a big company in the town that, like it or not, influenced every day life.

What is beauty? Think about that for a moment. Close your eyes and picture the most beautiful thing you can imagine.

I think I know what Heaven is. I think I know where Heaven is... 

Standing here with my heart in my hands, my arms outstretched and reaching, its crimson, drum-like cadence beating still in my clasped, calloused grip. "I think this belongs to you..."

I could never say thanks, from my tattered smile, enough to thank you for your grace. I could never climb high enough to praise you, from my dark and lowly place.

From bare earth does the flower grow, its ashes spread for winds to blow.

Late night game hides late night shame. In desperation the weak fall prey. A city sleeps while dreamers weep. The evil comes what may.

It's a cold, dark night, rainy...Fog hangs low and the wind is steady...

 (Some creative writing, and purely fictitious)...Let's say hypothetically there were people who worked at job X (we will call them Allan and Andy Hole or the A Holes for short). Someone else works at job X (we will call him Victor Tim, or the Victim for short).

 When I think about you I think about hope, how I hope certain things for you.