She is a treat
To just
Look at
A beauty that calls forth courage
Just to
Gaze upon
But too many men
Have set their eyes upon Medusa
And now
Beauty,
Such as her’s,
Scares the shit out of them.
So they sit back
Terrified
And just stare
At how beautiful she is
From a distance
And they don’t even realize
They’ve already been turned into stone.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
