Powerful women attract me.
Not because of how they look,
But because of the fire in their eyes.
Because they stand up for what's right.
Powerful women are what the world needs.

Capable, willful, fearless
In the eyes of the immorality, they contest.

Beautiful, these women stand strong.
Not for doing no wrong.
Not for pretty eyes or silky hair, flowing long.

Beautiful are they because they stay.
Unwavered by society's foul array
Of misdeeds and Man's greed.

If only the world, their beauty could see.

As I see.

Those graceful gladiators.
Fighting, with subtle pride, with unsurpassed bravery.
Fighting to save what's left of humanity.

Tonight, as the clouds cry,
The thunder cracks,
And lightning lights up the sky.

A little writer begins to write.
He writes for peace of mind.
He writes a piece of his mind.

This, a feeling so pure.
Parting with a part of his soul.
Strewn, shards on a piece of paper.
So alone, at ease, he's compelled to compose.
Compose the ideas of life
And all of life's lies.
To tell the world,
Not to abide.
To tell the world,
Look that ***** straight in her eye.
Say **** it, and give her a smirk and

*Fly.

Cotton clouds,
Chariots of the moon.

Carry with them my love.
From me
|
*to you.

The echoes carry on.
Voices blaring into the night.
Ricocheting into the depths of an open mind.
Stark, the silence.
Memories rush. So violent.
Echoes, all that remain.
The echoes shall never fade.
Memories bright as day.

Heavy heart, loose smile.
We carry on, pave our way through life.
Echoes reverberate through space and time.
Of friendships lasting a lifetime.

Passionate as a poet's lines
Resilient as the sea, her tides.
Strong as a mountain's side.
As Athena's owl, you're wise.
You take life in your stride.


Graceful as rhythm in time.
Beautiful as any given sunrise.

You are,

*The personification of sunshine.