Surface beauty

I looked up, Trying to exercise my eyes, Opening my mind to other thoughts, And there she was:   Moving with so much charm, Body shaped like a model, Proportionate in all angles, With the right curves:   Curves that could make the boys turn, I am I boy and I turned, She carried herself... Continue Reading →


Lover’s touch

It was a beautiful moment, When their eyes met, He gazing on her big beautiful eyes, She startled by the continuous looks he gave her,   This was were it started, The connection of pupils that set their souls on fire, It was a magical scene, An eye communication sparkling butterflies in their belies:  ... Continue Reading →

His Grin

This man is quite unique, He has got beauty in his eyes, They sparkle as bright as the white tulips, You can almost say they represent purity:   When she looks at him like this, She likes to think that he is pure, You can almost tell that he is happy, From the way his eyes beam:... Continue Reading →

Sensations of Pain

Have you ever smelt it? Flashing back and forth through your nostrils, Leaving a blockage in them, Making you forget how to breathe:     Have your eyes reflected its nature? Getting red like an organ filled with blood, With no resemblance to that of a human, Flowing uncontrollably with tears:   Have you felt... Continue Reading →

I saw her

Sweet sugar! I quietly exclaimed to myself, You have to look at this with me, Who is this that radiates so much light:   Her skin caught my attention, She looked so pure, Don't you dare compare her to anything, Her beauty is second to no one:   Skin so spotless, Almost like she has been... Continue Reading →

It is Rocky

Forming connections at every corner, With their numerous shapes, The rough and coarseness you feel when you touch them, Is a reflection of their strength:   These species are very strong, Embodying a kind of strength that speaks for itself, Try use one of them to hurt a living creature, The pain they will feel displays their... Continue Reading →

Underdog thoughts

Smelling thick wood and nasty bamboo stems, Sweating for fun as the hot sun tans my skin, Passing through the petrifying smell of bosses, Full of arrogance covering you with fear:   Walking with my physical head low, Yet, the internal one held high, Striving to escape to this excruciating life, That I was born in:... Continue Reading →

It quenches

I feel this burning sensation in my throat, It burns so bad that nothing seems to soothe it, I feel like I am loosing my voice, I try to express myself but I cannot, Have i lost the purpose to live?:   This... is the third day, The third day in this nasty dessert, I should not have... Continue Reading →

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