you called me beautiful
but once you grew to know me
you were quick to tell me
that i was not

and that says more
about you
than it does
about my beauty

Not once have I thought,
myself to be better,
not witty,
nor charming,
not funny,
nor clever,
I walk with a pace,
to be passed on by,
you look, and you notice,
I am hidden, inside.

Attract what you expect,
reflect what you desire,
become what you respect,
mirror what you admire.

I do not believe this world is meant for us all.
I think that there are several types of people,
who are better off in a world of their own.
I am one of these people.
I am not particularly significant,
nor do I have any special talents.
I am passionately curious about life,
and all it has to offer.
I believe that people should bite off more than they can chew,
for I would rather choke on greatness,
than nibble on mediocrity.

She once thought,
she wanted to be a poet,
but deep down,
she knew,
she wanted to be a poem.

Exterior beauty,
without the counterpart,
of a kind soul,
is merely decoration.

I do not believe in a God,
I do not believe that any specific religion has all the answers,
rather,
I believe that people will always come up with scenarios and situations,
that give a potential reason for life.
I do not believe there is a world waiting for me when I die,
whether it be a kingdom in the clouds,
or endless lakes of fire.
I do not believe that if there were a God,
he would work in "mysterious" ways.
I believe that we are here for no specific purpose,
and rather than live our lives according to books that were written
hundreds of years ago,
we should understand that life is exactly what we, as the human race,
make it to be.
I truly believe that we as a race should stop believing in afterlives that other people have placed in our minds,
and come to realize that if there truly is an afterlife,
not one man or woman,
would ever be able to fathom it.
I believe that we should live life as one,
and worry about the rest,
if and when it comes to be.