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Ted Tiller is a 22 year old man who has grown up on Long Island. Ted is an author and poet and has been writing since a very young age. Ted has mitochondrial disease. Mitochondria are responsible for creating more than 90% of the energy needed by the body to sustain life and support growth. His wish is to find a cure for himself and others. To learn more about mitochondrial disease visit www.umdf.org. Proceeds from the sale of Ted's books go to charity. Find Ted on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/ted.tiller.75?fref=ts

Chemistry

I felt chemistry in the air.
As I gazed into her eyes.
She truly something special.
I know it in my heart.

Poetry

This is my time for me to show the world who I am and what I am made of.
Time for the world to see me in a whole new way.
In a way that makes the stars glow differently than ever before. 
The stars glow brighter than the brightest light. 
People will stare at me in a new way always saying hey when they pass by.
 
Crack, pop, snap, there it goes again, thousand times more. 
Without a single snore, for the beauty is forever more. 
Lights burst from the sky to hear it cry. 
As though the owls hear the fearful cries from the sky. 
Saying, to stop the beauty for it ruins the earth, perfection for the night.
 
You sing with the birds, and the bees, and the trees. 
You sing to nature itself.
With a heart so stronger than a brick wall, I hear you speak to the world with pride and a sense of freedom. 
Now you sail with the ocean and breathe in natures lightest smells. 
What happened to you?
 
Words trapped inside my mind. 
Looking for a way out though the words can only find two ways out. 
Though my writing and though my speaking.
 I love my words the very things that give me expression.

Writing is a world of words that needs to be expressed or it deep pain or happiness locked away forever.  Your emotions must be expressed so this I how you can do it.
 
Spring is a season of rebirth.
I am going to enjoy it indeed.
I shall enjoy the season of renewal.
So let’s begin again.

Writing is how I show my power to be creative so why do not you show your power to be creative so we my all be creative together in a different way of thinking.

At the blink of an eye I hear you cry.

“Don’t  steal the saying of another or you are stealing from yourself.”
-TLBT the 3rd
Words are like swords they must clash in order to make the sentence story or whatever you write. 
Each word must go with the next. 
So write to make the power of the swords stronger.

Burning Flames

Burning flames are rising again for all eyes to see.
 
Your heart filled with hope had brightened the candle.  Your heat and heart are what keep the flame going burning flame going during the day.  

Your passion is sparked with envy and love from which your body craves.  Do not deny what your feeling.  Allow it to burst freely thoroughly like wind start out strong like a hurricane and change it to be more light and soft.  

Always let your fire burn to keep your hope alive.

The Hands of Time

Here lies the ocean and beneath it lies many treasures and mysteries.

For those who know of its tales know the beauty and wonder that lies within its depths.

The hands of time look upon you now.  The hands have brought you here for a reason unknown to many.  The reason you seek lies within you and the people who brought you here.

Sleep Well

Nothing beautiful to write tonight for a beautiful site is at my right to live another night for no tears shall be shed tonight for the night is young and the moon shines to see no tears or fears enter the nights sky’s or the flowing river beyond the night reflection.  Sleep well tonight for the moon wishes to heal all sorrow in hopes that you will borrow the earth endless amount of love for the night.

Dreams extending into the night wondering how they take flight into each star captures a different good dream to feel the night with warmth of hopes that people will have that good dream for another night.  A good dream can be a very special thing to have so sleep well so you may thing good thoughts.
 
Who is that at my door at this hour of day?  What do they wish of me today?  Shall I dare answer the call from another realm?  Once more they knock at my door?

Life Unfolds

My life is a mystery,
it keeps unfolding
like paper, never to shred,
like a bird
always drinking and eating
and enjoying life.
 
The feather from
the bird blows hard
in the wind.

But one thing is for sure
we both need to survive.
Life unfolds.
Life hands you
surprises,
many emotions
along the way.

So be very happy –
life unfolds.

Love

All I want to do is write a poem for you that expresses my love.  The way I feel no words can tell you.  All I know is you’re the one for me.  I see it in the way you smile.  All the kindness and love surrounds you for a while.  I feel deep down in my heart you make me smile for a great time to come.  The moon light shines down upon us as we sit on the boardwalk.  As water splashes under our feet.  The feeling below is soothing and peaceful.