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60 Seconds of Anger is
60 Seconds of Happiness
you've stolen from yourself.
 Apr 2014 kenye
Megan Grace
I swear I just walked
right in with my heart
and begged "here have
this, have this, have this"
and I don't think you were
ready. I'm so sorry I put
my problems in your
care, but thank you for
taking them anyway and
tucking them neatly into
the pocket on the front of
your shirt (where I think
you intend to keep them).
You are the loveliest
person I've ever been
(and ever will be)
allowed to call my own.
title is a rilo kiley song
Rather than dwelling on being upset,
seek that you transmute that energy
into some creative form of progress.

It is not so much what happens
as it is how you react.
 Apr 2014 kenye
Random Beauty
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of each of your arms.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a ****** mole, but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
This poem was written by the late American educator-humorist Sam Levinson for his grandchild. It also happened to be one of Audrey Hepburn's favorite poems. She used it on occasion when she was asked for beauty tips.
 Apr 2014 kenye
Amber S
his fingers pluck among my curves and i am his guitar,
and with each chord he strums my skin sizzles.
within my earlobes he whispers all the obscenity i crave,
murmuring tunes while our eyelashes flutter along
late night rainstorms.
among my neck he skims among pastures,
breathing beams through my clavicle.
his tongue riffs between my core, leaving ashes
behind.
he finds the beat within my hips, my pelvis
pounding and churning disco, rock operas, ***** rap
to the tempo of creaking
mattress.
his mouth panting lyrics, his teeth carving
notes.
with the growl of my name, i am singing it over
and over and over
and over.
What unearthly curse is this,
to have such an earthly shell?

Reality, such as this,
could be so easily
either my Heaven or my Hell,
but I know it's both.

Willing suspense of disbelief
doesn't just apply to movies anymore;
I know now that it is why
I think of this as "Reality."

I know better then that,
yet my body is just that:
physical, umbilical, finite,

mortal.

Carpe Nunc;
seize right now.
 Mar 2014 kenye
Holly Salvatore
If the world was a child
I'd make it sit in the corner
And think about its wicked ways

If love was corporeal
I'd sew it to my side
And bind it forever to me

If the Mississippi ran drunk with whiskey
I'd become a steamship captain
I'd become a riverboat queen

If my father was a rock
He'd be an impossible
Immovable monument
To sweet sweat and mulish heads

If my blood was honey
I'd bake off little pieces of my body
And feed it to the men I meet

If fear was an end table
I would throw out all my coasters
Leaving stained bare wood behind

If relationships were chemicals
I would mix them into medicines
And always label them properly

If my sister was a dragon
She'd blow glass from sand
With every breath

If the mountains breathed like human beings
I'd climb inside their inhales
And never come out again

If my mother was water
She'd flow wild and abandoned
Weaving canyons in her path

If my bed was a time machine
I'd go back to my first kiss
And just keep swimming

If I was a wolf
I would howl and howl and howl
Until I drowned out everything else

*Saying take and eat take and drink do this in remembrance of me
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