Catch No.1

When a beautiful woman never gets asked out because all the men think she is asked out all the time because she is beautiful.

Fire, Be My Blood and Soul

What a prison life becomes
So entwining in our deeper thoughts,
Beguiling our insipid thoughts
That stagnant waters - still run deep -
Look better in our fervent sleep.

Be fury, bloodlust, rage and death
To break the chains Olympus kept,
To break out of a life we wept
Would never come to have us.
Fire, be my blood and soul,
Help me become whole.