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I wanted to write a rap but I got carried away hahahha. I don't think there's a constant rhythm to it, but I'm satisfied with how it turned out. Semi-Unborn Rap, that's the genre.
Waiting for the answer....
Sometimes I feel like no one realizes that I am a person. But then I have to remind myself that I need to cross my shy boundary lines and meet new people. This poem is dedicated to my inner self. And to my inner self; "BE MORE OUTGOING!"
Maybe i am just high
Poetry | Updated Jan 19, 2010 | Reads: 70 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Lesley Annette 253
when my dad an i were having an arguement, he said some pretty mean things. i hated how he wouldnt let me talk or explain no matter how hard i tried. eventually i got tired and went a bit sassy and sarcastic. he yelled and punched door when he thought i wasnt listening.this poem kind of just...
Poetry | Updated Dec 14, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 4
A MAN AND WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.
Poetry | Updated Dec 13, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Katie just Wants To Be That Average Girl That Gets The Good grades And Has Some very Close Friends, But Of Course With Her Constantly Moving It's Very had For Her To Be This.
And It's About To get A Hell Lot Harder.
By Christine Chapman
Why did you do it? I'll never be the same again. I can't be... T_T I will cry forever, even if you're still here.
Poetry | Updated Nov 18, 2009 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Ezeh Chibuoke
Attentions people thereâ€™s a new state 4 naija
Its called Misery
I've been traveling thru for quite sometime now
I donâ€™t think thereâ€™s a way out
Its filled with all to the pain you disavow
the pain you thought was gone
and this pain, it fills you up
By Brandon Schef
Sequel to "Crazy? I think not"
Poetry | Updated Oct 21, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
beside the nettles that scorched and stung me as a child
there grew a leaf they called a 'doc-leaf'
which rubbed on the weal , abated the pain..
There is always something equally curative beside each of our trials and tribulations .
but you've got to look..
How the TinMan feels about no having a heart. and how it effects his Love.
Poetry | Updated Oct 6, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A sensible friend.....is one that could stand by you no matter....who died ( they swallowed bottles, they cut a little deeper, they put the guns to their chest.) They're the ones that have a place to hide for you when your knocking on their doors. or just a kiss...maybe? They PROBABLY won't die...
Poetry | Updated Aug 25, 2009 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
and she thought they were in love...
and she thought they'd last...
but she was wrong.