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Such luscious lips, with pinkish glow!
She's beautiful.

*
Her chapped lips,  faucet like,
cascade only words of kindness..
She's beautiful.

Such pretty,alluring eyes!
She's beautiful.

Her heavy-lidded eyes : a pair of lenses
capturing only great sharp shots,
they see clearly only the good in people..
They never despise.
She's beautiful.

Such a lovely, curvaceous figure!
She's beautiful.

Within the slim figure,  is a soul
who'll share her food with the hungry,
even if it means she'll be left with nothing
for dinner.
She's beautiful.

*
Beauty is only skin deep..
Inspired by a brief chat with a dear friend today and Audrey Hepburn's insights on beauty
'Look beyond the features, it is reflected in the soul..'
There was excitement in the air
as scientists, and scholars
had never dared
to dream of a world where we can go back in time
rewriting our wars line by line
They watched their hero disappear
He waved before saying,
I'll be back in one year
Five hundred years had past on by
everyone had thought
the hero had died

Nothing had changed
the wars became worse
politicians were blamed
nations felt cursed
Behold, one day
a flash appeared up in the sky
Coming in faster than the speed of light
burning so much day turned into night
there was thunderous sound
when the hero struck the ground
scientists, and scholars
looked on with awe
with big eyes
and, open jaws
creak
a hatch opened, and everyone stared
at the hero approaching with glowing white hair
he said,
words
no one could understand
so he showed them with pictures
*waving his hand
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove Feb. 4th, 2015
Blood means nothing once it's faded away,
Or maybe it never had the chance to stay.
Genetics don't mean a thing,
When you've never had the chance to know.
Blood means nothing,
Because you don't care so now I don't care.
If one day you decide to care,
Well then you've lost your chance.
You can see the blood smeared on the walls.
They mean nothing at all.
Our blood has now changed.
Goodbye to a never known "man."
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