Eyes,
Her eyes,
Open so softly,
They sparkle and gleam like precious gems or a moonlit ocean.
So deep, beautiful and magnificent
These aren't any eyes,
They are...
Her eyes.
Lips,
Her lips,
Soft, sweet, sensational.
When they greet so ever gracefully, calls for a dream crawling with Ecstasy.
These aren't any lips,
They are...
Her Lips.
Body,
Her body,
So perfect in proportion, like a sun blossomed and washed out all the dark.
The notion to believe you dislike this is as proposterous as liking the most hated thing.
This isnt any body,
This is...
Her Body.
Soul,
Her soul,
Dances free of all restraints, just like the rest of her body it's purity is limitless,
So calm and content like a soft summers breeze.
This isn't any soul,
This is...
Her soul.
All of her is perfect,
All of her is beautiful,
She is Anyone,
She is everyone,
Everyone is perfect
You read about yourself.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
The worst bully,
Has the kindest heart
The harshest words,
Have the softest meanings
A heart so pure,
Now worn and old.
But she was never told
A flower...
Doesn't need petals,
To grow...
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
Light a lily for love and peace;
The pure white essence,
The soft whisper of purity,
The kiss of forgiveness ,
Allow the waters of life drip ,
Let her
Heal your wounds,
and
Hear your words,
So you,
Can be free.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:58 AM UTC
What makes me human?
Is it...
The constant craving for more?
The lust for power?
The uncontrollable rage?
The unsettling stomach?
The need to feel on top?
Standing above everything with a head held high?
or
The pushing of others just in spite?
Is it all of them?
or
None of them?
Is it that we feel love?
But what is love?
What makes us HUMAN...
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
One touch,
One look,
One word,
One breath,
One dream,
One vision,
One love,
One shot,
One bomb
One...
It takes ONE... To change the world.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
Through a million sunsets and washed over dreams i watch you sleep through a tiny seam, taken away at the very last breath by the man in the dark robes lost in their head.
Their cold tongue speaks foreign words, and their empty cage breathes no harsh winter breath.
The fire opens in a flash of bright light as it wisps up your soul as you say goodnight…
Sleep well i say as i dig the hole
Sleep well tonight this winter is cold….
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC