beauty

beauty

beauty

Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet . . . . . the effect upon me of my early life . . . . of the ward and city I live in . . . . of the nation, The latest news . . . . discoveries, inventions,

A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent, Three forms I see on stretchers lying,

you want to eat me out. right. what does it taste like you want to eat me right out of these jeans & into something a little cheaper. more digestible. more bite-sized. more thank you come: i am greasy

Other-lips whispering between my legs. What they called black hole not-thing is really packed full of secrets. A rebel mouth testifying from the underside. Careful not to let it speak too loudly. Only

Changing life Can you guess life changing phases of our lives.All of us have to pass or go through these phases except few.There are hundreds of life changing events in one life It's from the 1st day of

Bersi, the champion, famed in his day, Agèd and bedridden, drowsily lay. Halldor, the baby, the grandfather's pride, Cooed in his cradle the pallet beside. Recklessly rocking, the cradle fell o'er; Halldor,

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of

LET us twain walk aside from the rest; Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony, Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story, Tell me what you would

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great. Had they but courage equal

I carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf The sexton keeps the key to, Putting up Our life, his porcelain, Like a cup Discarded of the housewife, Quaint or broken;

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a

Steemit is best.You know why because of great persons.It a family.I am one member of it and proud of that.