BEAUTY crowds me till I die,
Beauty, mercy have on me!
But if I expire today,
Let it be in sight of thee.

ONE that is ever kind said yesterday:
‘Your well-beloved’s hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All that you need is patience.’
Heart cries, ‘No,
I have not a crumb of comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again:
Because of that great nobleness of hers
The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs,
Burns but more clearly. O she had not these ways
When all the wild Summer was in her gaze.’
Heart! O heart! if she’d but turn her head,
You’d know the folly of being comforted.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is only skin deep.
What counts is on the inside.
Clichés said by beautiful people.

What’s a head-turner?
I don’t understand.
Flirt your way out of it?
I can’t comprehend.

Being beautiful is easier.
I’m not aware.
Beauty has its advantages.
I don’t care.

If only for one day,
or for one hour,
to be beautiful,
just to know how it would feel.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is only skin deep.
What counts is on the inside.
Awful lies, found out too late.

Shadows from the past
Long and frightening shadows
Unlike memories
Memories of beauty and spring
But shadows from the past
Like painful drill
For how long
I shall call them memories
When they have not strengthened me
When every moment of those shadows
Make me sick
For memories are made of today’s events
And today’s events are not memorable

Shadows from the past
Where I place them
And a faint glimpse of your beauty
That overshadows the shadows
And give me some hope for living
Deep in the subconscious
I inherited those images
Frightening shadows
And I am transmitting those
To my generation next
For I want that they should also know
The demons and the shadows

Yes I know
We should talk of beauty
And beauty alone
Of the spring
And the nightingale
Of sunny afternoons
But when will the dawn of that immensity
Reveal itself on this canvas
When people will be free to choose
Their destinies
And when
There will be happiness all around

Let’s make memories
For our tomorrows
Let’s search
And rise for that beauty
Within ourselves
That light in our bosoms
That will enlighten
Every dark corner
In our hearts
And minds
For every one
Is a chosen one

I’m tired of being behind…
its seems as though i am all of the time
Its too hard to keep up
every time i turn around i get stuck
Every ones problems become my own
I want to save the world but alone
I want to love but i’m too afraid
i cant help but feel betrayed
To put my heart in the open
and let you play with it until its broken
is a dangerous game i cant play
so why do I live each day
what the hell is beauty when it comes to life
i would give it away to you if it would make u smile
I would trade my eyes, my lips, my nose, my fingertips
for the happiness that runs from me
what the hell is beauty
when your behind
and your goal in life is a lonley one
what the hell is beauty
when everyone else takes your time
and you cant change the things that have already been done
what the hell is beauty
but superficial luck
all i want is to become unstuck
I would cast this beauty away
just for my happiness that runs away
so i can live each new day
and maybe open my heart to love along the way.