Beauty is only skin deep...
Being Ugly that's to the bone.....

Ones good looks mean nothing if they're not beautiful inside..


If a person has beauty from within they are beautiful all over...

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.....

Whats our purpose here on earth?..
When do we fiqure out where our journey starts .?
Why arn't we born  knowing?
And when do we find out where our  voyage takes us.l .
Will it be the end for us all in this place we call life.......When we do find out?

A million times you held my hand.
    You kissed me a thousand times.
    And We had *** at least a hundred  times.....
But not ONCE have you told me you LOVE me....

Something is wrong with me,

I don't know what,

but I am different,

I feel different,

I don't feel like I fit in,

There is no place for me,

not in this society,

I am sorry,

but I am not -can not- be,

who you want me to be,

I am different,

Something is wrong with me,

I don't know what,

But something isn't right,

I am sorry,

I am not who I should be,

sorry that I don't fit in,

I can't help that something is wrong with me

It really isn't a poem
It's a way of life without you in it
choking on words that might have made it different
your resentment and bitterness
still couldn't overrule my love of you
leaving to preserve what was left

Procrastination is the thief of time
And that's why I make the most of it when I put together every rhyme
With my words I'm committing a crime
Not satisfied? Then here's a dime

These lines are too bitter, let's add some lime
Be quiet like a mime because I'm
breaking down these words like an enzyme
I'll grime your dignity because I'm sublime

Well I might be exaggerating a little bit
But nevertheless don't fiddle with it
Come here and let me tell you a riddle, sit
No one wants to watch an infidel spit

There's no use being a flagrant hypocrite
So I advise you to just grit your teeth, and quit.