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The beauty of a woman can not be measured by the length of her eyelashes or by designs on acrylic nails. Jewels and chains hardly captivate, but keep captive her true essence. An alluring look in her eyes that when they meet with yours, backgrounds haze and she becomes the focus. Her voice soothes you, flowing through your ears as refreshing as the ocean breeze. She smiles and she is pure. She is internal beauty, youthfulness and charm. She is intelligent, witty, whole. She is more than just the sum of her parts objectified by passing glances. She is real and ideas flow through her mind as rapidly as they do yours. She is sitting beside you a


Horizontal days are met with vertical walls. She's going up the down slide, and she's going to fall.
This girl will push you closer, and then pull you away. She loves to hate to love you, almost every day.
She wants to be in his life, until she changes her mind - for the seventeenth time. Just like a yo-yo unwinds, then returns.
Oh will this girl ever learn? Running toward fire even though she's been burned. Just like a moth to a flame.
You know she tries to leave him, but she's tethered and she's tied. Her heart shouts out "hello" w


Sun kissed by the crescent moon as the setting star flees the scene, leaving an empty sky to night, so that tired eyes may dream.
She sits atop the Earth spinning her thoughts on an axis. Opening her robe, she reveals cloaked angels of illusion. Perpetually trapped in precipitation, to keep the clouds from wandering.
Flower stems stretch towards her to smile, hoping for the warmth of her love. It is their only reason to grow.
Lounging on a mountain top throne, she nurtures nature with delicate reverie.



Dark, dusty concrete beneath your shoes. Cobwebbed corners, discarded gum wrappers, and closed convenience stores concealed behind metal shutters.
Bustling business men with their Blue-tooth ears and Blackberry fingertips. Speeding through life faster than the trains that carry them.
Subtly beautiful women. Jeans, soft sweaters, and smiles you'll never see again. Unspoken words float through your mind, fading as she crosses the turnstile.
Standing in a tunnel, listening to howling winds People and trains pass you by like missed opportunities. Ticket in pock


Seashells drift ashore, while cerulean currents gently bounce buoys.


A single dove. A single red rose. One heart that I love. One heart that I chose.
White is dull. You're used to a splash of red. I'll understand if you leave me, if I don't share your bed.
Will you leave me, here standing in the cold amidst the pure driven snow?
Alone again, it's quiet. I can't hear my screams.
I am water, you are my sunlight. Could I just evaporate?
I could turn to steam as you fall asleep, and dream about "us" and what could have been.
In truth I am stone, par
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