She's Beautiful When She Smiles, When She Walks, When She Runs..

Or At least She Thinks So.

She Makes Heads Turn And Sets Her Own Trends - Not Only Because She Can't Afford To Abide To The New Ones..

Or So She Thinks So..

There Was Only Ever One Who Truly Ever Loved Her, She Pushed Him Away, And Now He Hates Her..

Or So She Thinks So....

She Is Me, And I Am Her. I'm Insecure, I Try To Compete. I'm Not Good Enough, I'm Too Tall. I'm Too Short, I'm Never Talked About In A Good Light. I'm Not Beautiful, I'm Not Proud. I'm Insecure, I'm Too Proud.

She Loves Herself, She Hates The World. She Loves To Write. She Loves The Whirl. She Is In Her Own World, She Loves The Song Of Trunkwall. She Can Fly, She Loves To Cry And She's Beautiful.

Or At Least I Think So.. :)

I See My Hand In Front Of Me
I See It Play With The Sun And Cringe When It's Burned.
I Feel The ***** When I Lay A Finger Upon A Needle, I See My Finger Bleed.
I See My Hand, I Feel It - But I Don't Know How It Works.
I Don't Care About Chemistry Or Physical Science Or About The Millions Of Blood Vessels And Nerves And Molecules Inside My Brain, Signalling My Hand To Obey My Every Order.

I've Seen Many A Hand, And They're Beautiful.
Just Like Yours Or Mine.
I've Seen Brown Hands, Black Hands, Pale Hands With Blue Streaks That Bleed Red When Cut.

I Feel My Hand, I Know It's There.
I Can Touch And Feel And Hurt And Scare,
But How It Works, I Don't Care.

The Children With Dreams, Once So Ambitious.
He Had A Dream. He Wanted To Become An Artist. They Said No, So He Lay Upon The Torn Canvas And Secretly Caresses The Broken Brushes And Bathes With The Paint Once So Vibrant - One That Once Spoke With A Voice Ringing.

She Wanted To Become A Pilot, They Said No. She Breaks The Model Aeroplanes And Puts The Splinters Upon Her Lips And Kisses Them Softly, Never To Be Seen Again - To Be Spoken Of.

She Wanted To Become A Professional Skateboarder, But They Said No. So She Sleeps With The Shattered Wood And Bruised Wheels And Hides Them Under Her Bed When The World Comes And Checks On Her.

We Had Dreams, They Said No. So We Ran. We Ran Towards Our Own Ambitions, Our Own Plan. We Slept On The Bus And Bathed In The Rain. We Hold On To Our Perfect Ideas Because No One Is Wrong When It Comes To Perfection. Our Plan Is Perfect. Your Plan Is Perfect. Don't Shatter It Upon The Rocks Of Society Just Because They Say So. Be Free, Because You Are.

Her Perfume Bleeds Who She Is.
It Dances Upon The Hearts Of Men She's Shattered, Leaving Them As A Substance Beyond Shard. Her Perfume Is Intoxicating. It Reads Woman. It Sings In Harmony With The Smell Of Wet Nail polish And Spilt Champagne. She Has Blue Eyes, Brown Skin, Coarse Hair. She Has No Face, For The Face Of Beauty Is Upon All Women.
From The Rose On Her Neck, To The Musk Upon Her Skin.
Her Perfume Bleeds, Who She Is. X

When It Comes To Being Afraid, Be A ****. Believe Me, It Works.
When Fear Grips You - Don't Scream.
Call It Hard, Call It Serene, Don't Scream.
Show It Your ******* No Matter How Hard It May Be
Show That ******* You Don't Fear, Even If You Do.
Fear Is Choice. It Is Not Real. I Do Not Fear Satan, I Do Not Fear God. I Respect God, God respects me. Out Of Respect, Not Because He Makes Me Feel That I Am Doomed To Death If I don't. I Love God.

What does it take to be infinite? What is it that we all have, yet still lack? What is above all governments and airheads? What makes crack heads and drugs addicts stronger and more infinite than the world's strongest men? What makes the Earth and all co-existing matter a ball and chain and rules all? What bites at metals and makes kings and destroys ruins and buries temples? What is above the highest point yet is below the heavens and hell? Time.  God is time. It takes time, to know God. With God, you can bite through the metal that chains you, you can  become king, you can bury temples. You can move mountains. You must find God-dom within yourself for that is where higher Self comes from - from within. From listening to the *within

Like A she-wolf she would hunt the only way she knew how.
She dropped expensive glasses and precious stones,  and danced on the shards and bled upon the floor, she was strange.

She rode tall horses and called them giraffes. She would smile, and the finest ladies would come to envy her charm.

She sat with slaves, she kissed their cheeks. She called them friends, though they weren't hers to keep. She hated the money, she wanted the deep. Late at night, she would party till the dawn. In the morning sunshine is where she liked to sleep. She was daughter of the rain &snow; - She was daughter of the steep.