Beauty...Beauty isn't always what we think it is. It can be as gentle as rain on a warm spring day, When you're stading out in a field of flowers. But it also has the power to tame a beast. Beauty can't be anything you think it is, Because it's when we preconceive ideas that we trap ourselves. Let beauty happen and appreciate it. For what it's worth, it's worth a lot to those who can "stop to smell the roses". Beauty runs away with your senses, And doesn't give them back. It takes away perception, And gives a sole instant before vanishing for us to revel in theBeauty...
A Long Time HiddenI sit alone, My mind and soul strewn out across the cold floor in front of me. But I'm not alone, none of us are ever truly alone. It all comes together as I see those I care about drift slowly, ghostlike, in front of my eyes, And I realize they are here to hold me up. I fear I will crush them with the weight of my emotions, but they refuse to leave me. There she stands. Apart from all the rest. Glowing, radiating, staring with gleaming eyes into my soul, looking for my problems, Searching, so she can take them away. Her gentle caress, her breath like wind through the flowers of a wiA Long Time Hidden
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Steven Crane poem entiteled 'A Man Said To The Universe'
"Sir I exist!"
"However," replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
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-Cornelia
"Cool kids don't exist, just retards who think they are the shit"
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Flaming Esophagus Transplants
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