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The written words is where I bear my soul its scraps of my mind which I let lose to roam the world. Read if you will only do not pass judgment on my sacred world.

You will soon find writings that are here from my heart's content. They are all original pieces, found far within me, expressing myself in the written word is the easiest part digging deep to make others understand my disfunctional mind is the hardest.

If your not to sure if my poetry is any good, here's a scrap of one of my poem's. ENJOY!



"Cross a crowded room, I see you. I notice you, the faint smile from a distant memory plays my lips again.

Your happy, smiling and I know that life must be treating you well. The remembrance of past feelings conjure up jet again. You look my way and I Look far beyond not seeing the glare you stare.

Your eyes have moved on, died from the view of me. Will our eyes meet and will I stand the strain of time for a moment of pure silence between the flickers of our eyes. I doubt it." .....FROM: Marriott

another short poem i wrote while travelling on the underground system in London.

its so very cold outside
the wind howling and shivering past me as i walk through the street
its so very dark outside
the wind rushing past my bones as i walk through the street
its so very late outside
the wind touching my body as i walk through the street
its so very calm outside
the wind crashing against the trees as i walk through the street
its so very peaceful outside
the wind pushing the leaves across the ground as i walk through the street
its so nightly outside
chetana 09-2002


You will also be able to find what else other than my own fantasy world keeps me ticking. Welcome to the origional and fan fiction section of my writings. Enjoy