There is always a chance for you to be beautiful.
You will always be you, you will always be perfect.
You do not need to seek out beauty,
It's true, what they say,
about it being inside
you just have to stop looking.

Let it go,
for as soon as you see that beauty externally means nothing
you will be beautiful from the inside out

Hey, burning hot pizza with soggy insides *****.
**You will be the pizza that is warm all the way through and really perfect looking on the outside!!!!!!!

I first saw her when I was a young kid
she didn't see me because I hid
She was very pretty
but looked at everyone with pity
she was so small
yet she was so tall
she didn't know me
but she could
and she would

we were now teens
where i could be seen
i wanted help
i hated myself
but she was there
she told me what to wear
she said we were friends
till the end

she saw how i thought i was fat
said she would help me get flat
it will be a big fray
but do as i say
she told me

eat less she said
you wont have dread.
lose more weight
you already ate
your so close
pretty like a rose.

just like a rose in a flash of red
i was dead
i was so light
not daring to take a single bite
i was gone
just before dawn.
the self hate was still there
Ana didn't seem to care.

she stood next to the grave
there the last gift she gave
a wicked smile
and took another name from the file.

this was her plan all along
a long twisted song
it was so wrong
now i'm gone
because of that self made demon spawn.
Ana Anorexia has killed me.

.

Her smile is a
graceful beauty
on an ardent sky
like writing poetry
with a willow leaf
dipped in desire

an eternal verse
of sunrise surprises,
moon shadow promises
and forever truth
in permanent ink,
*forever ending in love

When the breeze turns sharp
and trees begin to undress
when it dawns on me
my world is not the same
I see you
I feel you
as you were
when you were strong
before another chose to bring you down

How could I forget...

November skies tell me
how much I have lost
and remind me
of all the love I have known
and I don't know if
I should laugh or cry

maybe at that time,
we were nothing
but lost stars.

Sometimes you think
you are going insane
flinching from the sink
though it is most mundane.
You could swear that
you had seen
a strange shimmer,
a reflection, or a gleam.

Her envisioned music rolls
Notes splashing like the sea,
Her endless ocean song
And my piano-one and free.
The passion in each salty song
Never wash away with rain,
And strong and never settling
The roar and surge sustains.
I can feel her breathing
And her warm arms holding me,
Their bouyant as floating boats
Giving me all of her I need.
The music is now ebbing,
And flows into channels of changing tides.
She kindly strokes my soft black hair
As I gaze into her deep dark eyes.
I'll awaken once she sets me free...