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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Alice Sweet Alice

      ~Alice Sweet Alice~

        *Like Sisters*
  Everyday -- Holding Hands 
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
         *Her And I*


How can they say she did not exist
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice

The way she looked at me
-her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who loves the sound of pouring rain.

Together we slept under the same breeze 
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
We whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice sweet Alice, said I look good in bloody red

Every day I stared into the mirror
Alice put her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
under the right and left palm.

The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she could not take
Again Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
when she stood by my side
Alice, knew me inside and out.
She knew my eyes -When they cried!

Now I can't sleep,
Since the day Alice, fell in the abyss
Forever conscious in a self hug
--- this is no dream 

The rage took place 
--- when she left!
Burning curtains  
Empty mirrors
This Girl Named Alice, spoke of darkness
Then disappeared 

Now when I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
I allow myself to soak in the abyss of where it started all.

My hair of red, is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to stainless blade

ALICE SWEET ALICE! 
Please call my name!
Why did they say she never held a single breath?
I know she is real, she's existed
Why else would I had let her cut my wrist?

This Sweet Girl 
"I YELL FOR ALICE!"
Visits again ---
Who is to believe?
For everyone says 
Alice lives inside my head.

By;PD


Details | Romanticism | |

Pursue Love

Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.

-9/26/2013-


Details | Epic | |

Lipstick Night

A Beautiful woman
Sweet Voice, Hypnotizing eyes
Displays of smiles
Emotions of lies 
Life seems normal
No obvious dismays
Yet you have no idea about her life or necessary ways.
You would never know what story she has to tell
You would never know how she lives so well
Not an average career Yet one so real
Only the true Lipsticks now she  truly feels.
Shadows with no name
Conversations with no face
Only thing relevant is the action taking place
Makeup just right
Hair up tight
Eyelashes fluttering
Along with whispers in the night
They want to know more about her
So they try and converse
She accepts no emotional visitors 
Strictly business & Dead presidents to place in her purse
Her lipstick leaves her mark 
Dismisses those nameless shadows when the magic is done
Strictly pure survival
All work no fun
It Keeps the luxury in her pockets
A smile on her face
She a woman of strenth and undeniable grace
Sweet woman by day
A Beautiful host by night
Welcome to her world
Of a Lipstick Night


Details | Epic | |

Teenage Love 10: Interracial Teen Couples

Once again, young love has affected the lives of all teenagers, but this time, it's also
affecting the lives of all young interracial young lovebirds. All types of interracial
relationships have been active since the ending of the 1960s and when all of the schools
and other places have been integrated. It seems that two young people (a teen boy and a
teen girl) would rather date someone outside their race than dating the other that's
within the same race, that includes African American and white teen boys and girls. Like,
for when a black teen boy were to get into a real relationship with a teen white/Caucasian
girl, a teen Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese, Malaysian,
Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic girl, or a teen Middle Eastern girl, that would be
great for him. And if a black teen girl were to get into a real relationship with a teen
white/Caucasian boy, a teen Asian boy (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese,
Malaysian, Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic boy, or a teen Middle Eastern boy, then
that's great for her, too. What love is trying to do to all teenage lovebirds, including
all interracial teen couples, is to have made them happy, especially when they're around
each other.And what this type of young love is also doing is promoting interracial love
around the entire American nation, including Massachusetts, Texas, Alabama, and
California. Interracial relationships among all teenagers are increasing in not just the
United States of America, but the whole world, as well. It also seems to everyone that
both lovebirds of different races will never stop loving each other, not even before the
year 2019. But then, interracial relationships among all teenagers do have a good impact
on then. Their parents (the mothers and the fathers of all different races) should be very
happy for their teen sons and teen daughters, especially when they know that their teens
are in love with each other. And if love among all teenagers continues to grow and grow
without stopping and that all interracial relationships were to increase, even before and
after the year 2020, this is going to be the greatest thing that has ever happened to all
teenage lovebirds nationwide.


Details | Romanticism | |

Ode to Mi Corazon

As I pull weeds from cracks in sidewalks
Yout sit on top of thrones made of solid gold
And I pay no mind to the women around me,
Only to your beauty do I hold an Ode.

I see my fair Spanish lady
my daring, sweet rose with thorns,
That run up and down her spine.
As she stops in the daily parade
Waving at the peasants,
She looks at me and summons her guards
Too take me away.

Her beauty is unbearable.
I cannot take not being with her
For a single moment in my life.
Her hair,
Black like coal,
Her smile is bright, as the first rays of the Red Sun
In the dawn.
Her lips painted with ruby lipstick,
her silk laced dress and shawl wrap around her,
Like a beautiful butterfly in her cocoon.
Her skin of olive, dark color and her green eyes.
My God, those sweet and piercing green eyes
Oh, how they hit my soul and make me shiver with excitment.
She is intoxicating and I am intoxicated in her beauty.

She is like an angel, a Latina beauty who walks the streets paved gold,
As I walk the cracked, cobblestone walkways.
She shines in the Spanish sun, like a dimoand in the ruff
As you blow the dust off her sweet brow,
she glows and sparkles with extordinary excellence.

She is beautiful and sweet and kind.
She loves me, but her father minds.
I am only a peasant, and she royalty.
Can our love ever be together in one holy matrimony?
I pray to the Lord, of all that is good,
Please give me a sign that she loves me.

Soon a storm came over,
blowing me down to the ground
And a cloud of dust swallowed me whole.
A great Conquistador on a great white stallion
pulled me up and told me that she wanted to see me.
I shacked with nervous of joy as I followed the warrior.

She was there, under a palm tree
Near a beautiful beach in Barcelona.
She smiled and a glow covered me with passion.
I hugged her and kissed her upon her sweet lips.
I tasted virginity and she tasted loyalty.
We both tasted beauty and harmony.
As the warrior left us,
We made love upon a vigin white sheet,
Soon covered with a flowing river of red.
She moaned with exticy and love was in the air.
The Ode to my sweet Spaniad, Mi Corazon!

We lay there in each others arms
Looking up at a clear night sky
The twilight glimmered ever so softly
And a shooting star blazed across the sky
I kissed her and she kissed me.
I whispered in her, "My love forever"
And she pushed me back upon the sheets
and we made sweet and ever lasting love again.
As we looked in each other's almond colored eyes.
I said to her, in a soft voice, Mi Corazon.


Details | Epic | |

I'm In Love with an Asian Girl

When it comes to falling in love with beautiful girls, it has its own rewards. But when it
comes to falling in love with an Asian girl, that's different. This Asian girl is so
beautiful, so sweet, so kind, it's like I'm in either China or Japan. I can't help, but
notice how awesome this beautiful, attractive Asian girl is. When I look into her eyes, I
see a pair of priceless black diamonds. Her hair is so soft and silky, it's like holding a
cloth from Egypt. And her face is the complexion of the sun. As a matter fact, she's the
sun that rises at the East and the West. When I look at this beautiful Asian girl, she
looks  the moon that appears at night and a shining star. Whether she's either  Chinese,
Japanese, Vietnamese, Korean, or Taiwanese, I will always love her. I see this beautiful
Asian girl as my best friend, my future girlfriend, and the mother of my children. There's
more to life than just talking to Asian girls; it's being with one. And if I get married
to a beautiful Asian girl, we'll live happily after after.


Details | Pastoral | |

The Sun In My Face

I awoke this morning to the sun in my face ,
   Quickly I sat  up for I knew it was late .
My sleep  has been so good since we came together,
    The rest I get the peace I feel will be with me forever.
Can't remember when I have felt so good ,
    Finding you has changed my life , I knew it would .
This is not something I would ever take for granted ,
    Because I know the seeds of love have been planted .
It will grow and blossum into something so grand ,
    Always glowing brightly no matter where I stand .
Not a worry or care do I feel on this day ,
    Only joy and happiness will come our way.
I can say this from the bottom of my heart , 
    Never will I feel alone when it's cold and dark .
To be awakened by the sun in my face ,
   To be honest with you , it matters not if I am late .
TAC
 


Details | Verse | |

Brown Eyes

Brown eyes that matched her hair
Sad and unhappy as she stood there
Waiting for her love to return, maybe yes
maybe never, only time will tell
Such sad brown eyes that matched her hair
Tied from behind in the most romantic way
Head slightly tilted gazing down in despair
Looking, but not looking staring into space
Memories, dancing inside her head
As she spoke silently “He promised to return” 
Talking to herself said… “I had to believe
What am I to do this is just my grief”
Time is just a lie man invented it to be wise
When two lovers are together
It doesn’t need Einstein.
He gave such a wonderful love
Love only known to a lonely heart
For what is life if not with him, I prefer to die.
Fool I am to think he will return
He’s been gone so long maybe minutes
maybe days.


Details | Sonnet | |

Beautiful Redhead aka: Irish Princess

 Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She’s like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it’s as if she’s on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they’re down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it’s about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she’s happily married. I wouldn’t mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She’s like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She’ll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I’ll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won’t break her heart; I’d also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn’t want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there’s just no telling.


Details | Lyric | |

girl with the diamond eyes

my girl
has a strange effect on me

shes more sweet than honey
but be warned this queen bee can sting
she can be bitter at times 


but i dont mind cause
shes all mine 
shes my only dream
and she can be like a angel to me

there are always times when diamonds 
loose their shine but since the day i made her mine
that shine has never left
her beautiful eyes

shes my girl
the girl with the diamond eyes


this girl is more beautiful than anything
she is my perfect vision of life
she means everything to me

shes my angel and my dream
but at times she can be 
the devil to me

we are crazy in desire
we fit together well 
shes crazy 
and im crazy for her

shes bad 
and ill be bad for her

my girl
has a strange effect on me

shes more sweet than honey
but be warned this queen bee can sting
she can be bitter at times 


but i dont mind cause
shes all mine 
shes my only dream
and she can be like a angel to me

there are always times when diamonds 
loose their shine but since the day i made her mine
that shine has never left
her beautiful eyes

shes my girl
the girl with the diamond eyes


yea my girl
with the diamond eyes

she makes me feel crazy
sometimes
but i dont mine as long as i can call
that girl with the diamond eyes mine

i pray they always shine


Details | Diamante | |

Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love

A small poem “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” wrote by Mrs. Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare

 “Thirsty Feeling about Nature and love” 

Seating nearby valley side,
Astonished by seeing a nature's serene beauty. 
Amidst Grassy hills,
zigzagically mounted on the stupefying homeland.
Pristine Water, Sliding from the highest peak,
Flowing in its own way,
Wondering about its challenging destiny.
Love the way you are.
I owe you for myself!!

Wind's whispered, Cheering in its ain way.
Chanting of music beats,
Recited with a soothing intonation.
Birds speaking eloquently..
Dazzling due to marvellous rainbow..
Love the way you are,
I owe you for myself!!

Amazing and enamoured environment aroused my emotions,
Feeling Shy to express.
Missing my dream person,my Mr.Adam.
Versatile persona where are you?
Come here and hug me.
Fuel me up with spirit.
Gift me a smile.
Until forever fades away, Endure me.
Love the way you are..
I owe you for myself!!

Finished dropping stones in water.
Gladly waiting for your arrival.
Testing patience is all enough now.
Wanted to feel the gist of love.
Desire to fulfil wish with pure heart and soul.
Auspicious moments provoking to capture 
Love the way you are, 
I owe you for myself





by Madhavi. Suyog. Pagare.


Details | Romanticism | |

My Persian Queen

From the Gardens of Babylon,
to the walkways of Palestina,
to the grand temples of Jerusalism,
to the sandy beaches of Syria and Cyprus.
Went my Persian Queen riding,
upon her golden, firery chariot.

Her black hair, like silk long and flowing.
Her royal robes white and purple, bare and pure.
Her sword by her side, ready to strike.
Her spear fastened, ready to stab the dreeded heart
of the Fire Dragon.
On the firery chariot, riding with her armies,
Went my Perisan Queen.

O, how my arimes fight your armies,
in the midst of night fall, under a full moon.
Let us stop this foolish fighting.
And have fellow brother, love fellow brother.
And so we can fall in love forever.

And don't act like you don't show love for me.
I see you in the dawns, standing upon the sand covered battlefields.
Standing proud behind your armies.
With your black hair flowing.
You almost making me want not to fight the battle of the Day,
for if you were killed, what victory would that be then?

You pull your armies back at the last minute, before I am slayed
by your fellow brother in arms.
You retreat your arimes back over the hills, not in fear of losing the day,
but in fear of losing me.
You and your armies had plenty of chances to kill me, yet you do not.

My Persian Queen, O come now.
Come down from your firery chariot
and into my restless arms.
I know you are tired
and wanting to sleep.

Listen to the nightingale
sing her love song.
Drinking the sweet necture,
from the gardens, in your vase Persian Empire.

Come now, and kiss me,
Hold me, let us ride,
far from the simple minds of the Old World
and fall in love in a New.

My Persian Queen
O how I love you so much.
I cannot bare to see you in a life you don't want to live.
Come let I, your Knight in shinning armour liberate you.
Take you by the hand, run through the great bazzare in Old Istanbul
running away from the Janissaries of your father's Imperial armies.

Let us leave this place of hate and sorrow.
To start our lives a new.
My Persian Queen,
Now dressed in silk lace,
with golden jewlery hanging
from your beautiful and tender neck.
Along with the silver pattened belt around your harmonial waist.

It is time for you, to come with me.
No more shall we act like we dispise one another.
As Romeo and Juliet's love failed,
shall our love take course, and we shall love
till the oceans swallow the earth, the mountains crumble,
and the Sun engulf the sweet Earth.
And on and on shall our love go on,
My adorable and lovely Persian Queen.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Name | |

Sarah Marie Johnson

Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her own parents over some guy. They knew that Sarah wasn't supposed to get into this so-called "serious relationship" with this guy named Bruno Santos. The illegal immigrant was three years older than her, especially when he is still known for having a criminal history. It's sad to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had to die that soon. The entire Johnson family had their lives ahead of them. Sarah Johnson is a heartless liar, an assassin, and on top of all that, she has no soul. The girl was afraid that both of her parents would go to the police and have her so-called "boyfriend" arrested and charged for statutory rape, so Miss Johnson killed them. Now, that was a cowardly move. The reason why Sarah Johnson had killed both of her own parents (mother and father) is because for one, they were going to send him straight to jail for dating a then-sixteen-year-old and they grounded her for life, as in, "indefinitely." Everybody, including her brother, knows that Sarah has no heart and no soul. But in the end, I guess society is better off with Sarah Marie Johnson in prison for the rest of her life. And as far as the citizens of Bellevue, Idaho, her family and her high school friends are concerned, prison is where she belongs. She wasn't abused by both of her parents, but I still can't believe she killed them in cold blood. Now that's what everybody's talking about: a cold, calculates sociopath with no remorse for what she did and had felt no empathy. Sarah Johnson will always be remembered as a bad woman with a selfish ego. And if all types of homicides (matricide, fratricide, and/or parricide) continue to increase, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.


Details | Epic | |

Rejection in Love

I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.

Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.

My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.

Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.

You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.


Details | Free verse | |

Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.


Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

For My Unborn Seed and Girlfriend

Dam girl when Im locked up you set me free/ 
When Im not myself you set me free/ 
Im behind the lock and you got the key/
 Im blind with hate but you helpmy love see/ 
WhenIm lot and alone you take the lead/
 Without you I could have never planted my seed/ 
I hate to say it but you make me better/ 
You know I love you even without this letter/ 
When Im cold with sadness you my comfort warm sweater/
 I know I can be a bad boyfriend but Im going to be a better father/
 I might have wanted a son, but it really didnt matter because now you having my daughter/
 Im guess Im too stubborn girl with me why you even bother/
 my heart gets heart gets colder but for you it only gets hotter........


Details | Free verse | |

Thoughts of You

Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.

Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.

All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.


Details | Epic | |

SHE IS LADY ZOYA

SHE IS LADY ZOYA From rich bucket bills of grandeur bliss Dawns wobbling chills from cruel treachery Harsh is the murmur of the night, my Lady Has Aidos spang slain as disgrace ink reign? Swarm of bees threats and afire the days Seems... to live life, one must be on break away Gowns and golds gone like a storm Tears a rain clouding the seeds of reform Never-say-die attitude the tarring rock Ah! The Lady Zoya got this trait in blocks Shut down on countless turbulent thuds Still, she arise like a Monarch from the mud Royal blood dance viscous to her veins But to burlesque shows, she swayed in vain For her children: Nicholas and Sasha. Her picturesque-like the late Princess Diana. Huge fire almost killed her children She changed. Later became, a fashion designer Simon Hirsch saw a diamond from a spread of roughs He married and dressed her in lovelier stuffs The tambourine music of war took her husband life Penthos again bathe her ever wounded thrive Yet, love abounds never did she succumb She strive to strum melodies from the crumbs ________________________________________________ **Zoya Konstantinovna Ossupov is a Russian countess, a young cousin to Czar Nicholas II during the Russian revolution and World War I.. Terms: Aidos: shame, can range from a sense of respect Penthos: grief, suffering ©O. E. Guillermo 9:38pm; November 11, 2014


Details | Romanticism | |

A Mile Away

I am closer than I was yesterday,
I am one heart beat closer than yesterday,
I am one step closer than I was yesterday,
I am one breath closer than I was yesterday,
I am one more mile closer to you,
than I was yesterday.

I cannot wait
to travel the last mile,
and join you hand and hand,
hold you close to my heart,
so we can share our love together,
show the world,
make them wrong,
and smile at the envious faces.
One more mile,
that is all I have left to travel
to be with you,
for an endless lifetime
we shall go on,
into the sunlight;
and smile,
and kiss
and make love.
Drink red wine,
and watch the ships cross the bay
and into the channel
and soon out setting sail on the sea.

One mile closer to you,
One day closer to you,
One heart beat closer to you,
Until me and you are together
and are hearts get fused together
and we share love together
forever,
and no one shall come between us,
no devil, no demon,
No curse, no word,
no person, no heartbreak
no past, shall come between us
and tear us apart.

One more mile,
here I come,
with a red rose in my hand,
come for your smile,
come for your love,
so cheer me on,
I'll be with you, soon.


Details | Epic | |

Asian Princess

An Asian girl is a beautiful princess in her own right. She's the crown jewel in the lives of all American guys, even me. Even though this awesome Asian girl doesn't have a crown on her head, she's still a princess in my eyes. It seems to me that she's the type of girl that I really want to be with, especially when we're going to get into a serious relationship in the near future. Whether she's either Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Korean, Thai, Filipino, Indonesian, or Malaysian, I still want to be with her. When I tend to look at her eyes, they look like a pair of black diamonds. And when I see her beautiful face, it's like looking at the face of an attractive angel. Her hair is so soft and smooth, it's like holding a silky cloth made entirely out of silkworms, especially when they're known for making good cloths. If only this Asian girl knew that I had so much love for her. And if I see this beautiful Asian princess (Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Filipino, Indonesian, Korean, Vietnamese, Thai, or Malaysian), I'd express my love for her. I hope fate will bring us together soon.


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Pricked

Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.


Details | Free verse | |

Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Why?
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.


Details | Romanticism | |

My Beautiful Penelope

Oh my sweet and beautiful Penelope
Oh how beautiful you are, and when I see you come down
to the pearl gates of immortality and come down to see me,
as we join hands and walk the shorelines
I see you my beautiful Penelope, she you who walks through beauty,
We shall join in immortality.
Your heart built of stone and paved in golden
you born out of the beauty of a rose and maturity of a lady
you are the one who never sings a depressing and low melody.

My Beautiful Penelope,
The one beautiful lady form Napoli
Oh, how you walk in such glory.
See me look over you and hear my heart beat
for you, I love you, see me for I care about you.
Take it from me, for I shall take you by the hand
and as our shadows rise to meet us in the morning
I can make love to you, then we shall love the night away.
My beautiful Penelope, as I take you through the twilight
we dream of shooting stars falling from the evening skies,
as we hold each other close,
take me and I shall take you and bring each other together,
and fuse us together with a sweet and loving kiss.

She is my beauty and I love her
she takes me by the hand and curels me to her warm chest.
Cares for me,
Makes me laugh,
Makes me feel good and uplifts my soul
everytime I lay my almond eyes upon her beauteous body.
My beautiful Penelope, oh how I see the glory in your blue eyes,
your luxurious, long flowing hair colored golden
like the rays of the morning sun.

Dare to care
about such beauty in her eyes?
Dare to care
about such beauty in her cries,
as she tells me of her suicide struggles?
I hold you close to me
and I hope you to be
my love for all eternity.
See me and I see you to tell me about you and your day,
as you come home and say,
That you love me.
And I shall say I love you too,
with a zealous attitude in my voice
I shall take you into our room and you shall tell me about your day.
You shall tell me, under the shadows of the trees, the houses, the red rocks.
I shall show you love in a handful of roses,
deliver you a bouquet of roses and violets,
as we see the breeding lilacs grow tall,
we shall lay in the grasslands and look up at the clouds,
that shape themselves into beautiful paintings in the glorious blue sea
we call the sky.

Oh My beautiful Penelope
my glorious maiden lady,
who sings such beauty in her melody
that it brings tears to nightingales' eyes.
My beautiful Penelope, you are my love
here are a dozen roses for you to express and show my love for you,
my beautiful Penelope.
Love is eternal with you.


Details | Romanticism | |

I'm dead without my Love

I am dead without my love.
It is simple as that.
I cannot breath without her,
I cannot eat without her,
I cannot write without her.
I cannot live without my love,
I am dead without my love.

I cannot prosper without her warm embrace,
I cannot think without her by my side.
always thinking of her, sharing her love I once had,
with another.
My heart breaks,
and my mind is gone.
I weap... I weap...
I cannot handle the betrayal of my once love.
I am stuck, sitting in dark corners of dark rooms,
staring at blank walls, thinking of what once was.

Her beauty,
her smile,
the laughs shared, and the tears we weaped together.
Holding hands, you and I, walking down sandy beaches,
and beautiful highways, full of love.
How we sat on park benches and kissed the night away.
I cannot believe you are gone, with another.

I did what I could,
I loved you endless time on my hand.
Our time spent together was special and near to the heart.
Do not expect for that happiness to come again.
For that has sailed, to far East, to the rising of the new day.

But, I cannot live one more day without my love.
For what I had with her is unexplainable and beautiful beyond definition.
I have seen the wayward signs point me to the direction of you.
But when we see each other, you don't spare a passing glance,
as if I was a ghost, an invisible man, like air.
That is when my heart breaks, torn in two, I cannot see me without you.
Walk with another, shall I go, now this without you.

For she is my everything, beauty and nature.
She is my rose, my violet, my nightingale singing her songs, in the twilight.
She is the sky, the sun, the moon, the trees, the grass.
She is everything to me.
She is even the summer storms and Winter blizzards that roll in and destroy,
beauty and harmony.

I cannot live without my love, for she is my one and only.
I do not like to beg, but love me once again and live with me forever.
For you know and I know, and the world knows,
That I cannot live without you,
I cannot live without my love,
For I am dead without my love.


Details | Free verse | |

That True Girl

 she's human,
Possessive,
Jealous,
Selfish,
Fragile,
Broken,
Insecure,
Hurt,
Afraid,
Hateful,
Not so fun to be with,
Not so pretty.

But she choose to forget that,
Walking with her head up high,
The pretty girl that is so damn fly,
Sweet you don't want to tell her bye,
The better version of independent mind,
She young wild n free,
Not to mention she living her life,
She don't need you to keep reminding her of her negative side. 
 For she don't live on that side.


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Kiss from Heaven

I dream of your kiss
brought down from the paradise of heaven
brought in upon a silver platter.
Your kiss from heaven is all I dream,
to long for you to come in and give me a kiss,
upon my rough cheek, my chapped lips,
my oiled brow.
I long for your Kiss from heaven,
Feel me and hear the loneliness in my voice,
as your kiss from heaven shall bring us together
and we shall live together in love and happiness.

Do you hear the angels playing their golden harps
as you desend the stair
with lovely curls in your hair,
waiting as you come to me
and lay a simple and loving kiss upon my lips.
I charish your longing kiss
for your kiss is hard to miss;
as if I could not halter anymore,
I long for your kiss from heaven.

A kiss can solve anything,
two lovers seal their love with a kiss,
and a simple kiss can cure a broken heart.
Come now, my love and stich my heart back together,
with your loving kiss from heaven.
Desend from the golden steps of your glorious throne
and come down into my arms and we shall watch the stars fall from the sky,
and hear the trees sing their songs, and watch the mountains dance to simple tones.
As we lay together, on the bed sheets of virginity;
let us seal our love with a kiss.
For my love is endless for you,
and I cannot halter anymore longer
as I long for your Kiss from Heaven.

Come now, desend to me
and hold my hand, as I take you to the wayward cafes
and we will dance under the purple skies of the evenings.
As we grow together as one, I shall steal a kiss from you,
for I long for your loving kiss,
Longing for my sweet angel
to deliver her sweet kiss from heaven.
Come now and kiss me,
for I shall never miss that kiss, as long as I shall live.


For the Contest: Your Kiss from Heaven
Written by: Christopher Boskovski


Details | Narrative | |

De Andy Lee

De Andy Lee (part one)

Talks about the little Lady Lee and me,
It all started at the first flight
Our adventure had an origin---
From Off-ego was where we met
So dazzling was her beauty that
Caught my eyes at first sight
And unresisting, my passion wooed along 
Believe me, my eyes contended and my heart clamored
Though my lips stuttered
Deep down inside me was stamina within
Whispering “You can do it, yes, you can”

As I opened my eyes, unknowingly, I’d reached for Lee’s hands
“Hi pretty damsel… as anyone ever told… you…‘re charming”
Perhaps this was a poor pick up line
But she smiled anyway and then freed herself away 
Like a butterfly hovered from my hands.

Not so long, Terry, a neighbor from Long-town
Knocked at my door, walked himself in as I consented
And handed me a postal, “thank you Terry”, I said
While I thought through who might mail me this 
Piece on my palm which I was about to cut exposed
Alas a nightmare-like knocks from the dark 
I (already) left my door ajar
 “You help yourself in please” I utter’d as expected
“Good day sir, I’m Dandy. There is a lady waiting for you outside
She said are name is Lee De Lee”
Agape! “It must have been that lady from Off-ego,
Yes she’d seized my throat already. I think, my previous 
Chat with her there was not bad after all”
Walked myself out with one of my finest attires
Dandy took me to that spot she picked him for me and left
Me, only me wandering and wallowing nervously in the chilly clouds

“Hail Mary, hope I guess right… and where is little Lee De Lee?”
I soliloquized… and as Heaven helped me, 
She appeared and approached
“My apology for keeping you waiting Mr Handsome,
May be you did wow me like you did other ladies or not
But my question is this… Will you love me like
You never have loved any other lady in this city?”
 Though puzzled me but “I must top this chat” I assured
“Not only love will I give, but all for our short courtship
And the thereafter long and everlasting wedlock”
 I could see from her face, expressions said to say
‘Another clever words from your sweet mouth’ 
But lo she opted for most sensitive part of me,
Which could be very vulnerable sometimes
“What did you say that your sweet name is… Handsome?”
There I unveiled my name, which is Agape-
“A-G-A-P-E, yes, pronounced Aa-gaa-pey from On-town” I said….

A.O
16/2/2014


Details | Free verse | |

I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.


Details | Epic | |

Southern Belles

When it comes to making friends from the South, it's like everybody's welcomed in their
communities. But when it comes to being with a bunch of attractive Southern belles, that's
so awesome. she's got plenty of style and a lot of beauty to have blossomed. A Southern
belle is as attractive and beautiful as any other woman in America, especially that of a
white-Caucasian girl from the West coast or the Midwest or any other girl possible. What's so great about these
Southern belles is that of her soft skin and her beautiful smile. And if this Southern
belle was a blonde or a brunette, I'd tell her how awesome she looks and I'd declare my
love for her. These Southern belles have made the south very interesting and it makes a
guy wanting to go down there to have been with her. Of course these belles are religious
and whatnot, but that doesn't stop us guys from telling them how beautiful they look,
trying to impress these girls from the South. And when dating a beautiful Southern belle,
it's like going to a Sadie Hawkins dance in either Birmingham, Alabama, Biloxi,
Mississippi, Savannah, Georgia, or Cameron, North Carolina. Everybody's going to get a lot
of Southern hospitality in these parts of America and the city guys and the country girls
will be having one heck of a good time. It seems that the young women from the South
really have a thing for us city guys and stuff. And for when I begin to date a Caucasian
Southern girl, it will be like love at first sight. Not only do most guys each have a
thing for a bunch of attractive Southern girls, I also have a thing for Southern girls,
especially the ones from Alabama, Louisiana, Missouri, and Tennessee. Now I know why I love all beautiful,
attractive Southern girls; they're beautiful and pretty, especially that of a bleach
blonde belle. And if this relationship works out with a Southern belle, that would be
great for us city guys.


Details | Free verse | |

Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
granted,
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
pride
and show her the path that leads back to 
me.

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
songs,
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
melody.
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
beauty.
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.

-10/5/2013-


Details | Epic | |

The pride of a woman

 The pride of a woman
A woman
She is so beautiful
A woman
She is so tender
A woman
She is so emotional 
A woman
She is so humble
A woman
She is so caring
A woman
She is sensitive
A woman 
She is a mother
A woman
On and on she is

The pride of a woman
just for a culture she is
Abuse tender,
At the age of 12 
In africa
A man at his 60's
Pay for her as a wife
As culture demand
What a culture

The pride of a woman
Sade is on exile
She got married
At age 11
And ever since her life
Change
For more 12 years
She lived as a slave wife
To his rich religious husband
At 73 he died 
As culture and custom permit
His first son will take over
 his late fathers wives and wealth

The pride of a woman
Sade could not take it 
any more
And she took a risk of her
Life 
As She try's migrate to Italy 
On the way she died
On a sea with a rubber boat
Her body was never found 
Till date
 
The pride of a woman
Say no to abuse of woman
In the third world countries
Say no to early marriage
Stop the killing of female
Stop the rape of our beautiful 
Women
In Africa a culture of
Early marriage 
Rule so high

The pride of a woman 
A woman 
Is also a human
Not a man's property


Details | Romanticism | |

Goodbye my Summer Love

Though the midnight summer rains
as we sit together under the geraniums,
hanging low and at full bloom,
we hold hands and talk of old times;
times that were kind to us and our youth.
As summer storms light up the night skies
We kiss the storm away, as it rolls through the grey skies
and the lighting cracks the clouds in half,
riping a hole in the universe, as we kiss the night away.

We sit throughtout nightlong summer dreams
and talk, and we hear the storms roll into the golden hills
of summer meadows filled with roses and a field full of daisies.
Love rests in time to see us grow old together,
and love strengthens its walls and pulls us closer together.
We shall go now, as day turns to night,
into our chamber of love and sleep the night away, together.
Hold us close to each other, as I rest my head on you sweet bossom,
and you nurture me to life of talks of love and beauty.

Nature whispers and sings us songs,
as we kiss and go for walks through the countryside
looking at the golden hills soaked in the rolling storms
that summer offers every year, upon a silver platter.
Sooth me, my love as I tell you of the sorrow I have witnessed.
Embrace me with your curiousity and tell me of the beauty in
the secrets of life and its hidden messangers
that hold secret letters from Devils that send temptations
to destroy something that we share, that is so beautiful and true.
Tell me that life will be okay, and my love is still true and with you.
Tell me my sweet and beautiful love, tell me if everything will be alright.

Love has seen us come and go, through the narrowed and sprinkled streets,
as we move through life fused at hands and eyes blind, not noticing the possiblities of death at any moment stalking us with knives jabbing at our backsides.
We are blind, for we see each other and only each other.
As we live life eyes a blazed looking at the sun, we do not notice the obvious between us.
Caring from me, at my time of need I never noticed the betrayal of our love.
My heart sees, but I deny the obvious and see what I hear.

As I see the knife drive deep in my heart,
you with a suitcase in hand,
I stand on my front steps and I watch the summer storms
come back over the golden hills to say, "hello"
Love is the same everytime, like a summer storm;
beautiful to watch, but when it leaves, it is depressing to say, "goodbye"
Now I sit, as the geraniums dry up and die
and the wrinkles at my eyes make me blind,
I see love walk past my house and mock me with lone kisses.


Details | Epic | |

Rejection in Love

I never hide anything from you,
Told you nearly everything about me,
Just wanted your appreciation,
Instead my angel why gave me rejection.

Just like a kid cry for toys,
Just like a poet cries when being rejected by publishers,
Just like parents cry for their children’s pain,
More then just like that, I cry and cried for you.

My angel now I can’t eat,
I can’t even drink properly,
Days and nights are passing,
But still I am in love and thinking of you.

Please come back,
I will be always yours,
Just give me one chance to prove myself,
Why you have rejected me without giving any chance.

You are so pretty my angel,
But let me tell you something,
I would have still loved you,
If you were not that pretty.


Details | Free verse | |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....


Details | Free verse | |

spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


Details | Epic | |

MY BABY BLUE

 BABY BLUE

Down the magic aisle.
Born out of lovely white.
Seek and you shall meet.
The lady with a ravishing skin.


In summer did she arrive.
Perfect constellations allign.
Fetish but divine cause.
Hideous in her earthly flaws.


Physically ordained to the letter.
Lo and behold...I smell her.
Men flock at her pageantry tusk.
Down the street, she loiters all.


Crazy is a virtue in its words.
A blacksmiths work is never done
Fueled with economic brittle.
Sort by many, sorts by little.


Admonish my baby blue.
Intertwine in her values.
Chaste in likely manners.
My baby blue of all standards.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Stay

I have never had to say it...
the word, that now is pushing at the seams of my closed lips
but I find myself wanting to
I have never needed to say it....
the word that has the ability to cut me down at the knees
but I find myself wanting to
I have never thought to say it....
the word that begs to be meant whenever it is spoken
but I find myself wanting to
I have never had to say it...
that one word...
the one...
that takes away, in an instant, all the dependence I have on myself
but...
as always...
I find myself wanting to

I have never needed to say it
I never...guessed I would...say it
I..
should
probably
stop 
saying
never.
because that was before you
before I fell 
off the cliff of a beautiful free-fall, right into a pool of eternity with you
before I felt
the warmth of knowing that there is a special place for me, with you
before I could
imagine the world as a sphere of untapped boundless potential...
and you

I have never needed to say it.
before you
but tonight
as you pull your hands away, letting the cotton of your embrace slip of my reach 
I stare into you
letting the wells of my soul speak for me in a language that was made for you
and 
I have never had to say it
but I do.

Stay.


Details | Romanticism | |

Loving A Bleach Blonde White Girl

Loving a bleach blonde white girl will be the best thing that has ever happened to me. My love for a white girl will always be stronger than ever. It seems that I've got real feelings for this girl. The fact that day in and day out, for the rest of my life, the only thing I want to tell this white girl is that I really love her. Looking into the eyes of this beautiful, attractive white girl is like looking at a pair of priceless gems or expensive diamonds worth $385,000. And when I look at her face, it's like looking at a beautiful angel right in the eyes. When it comes to loving a bleach blonde white girl, I want to be her black knight and shining armor. And when it comes to falling so seriously in love with a white girl, I must protect her from real danger, especially that of a bunch of womanizing jerks. Not only do I not want this beautiful white girl to go through any more drama in her life, I don't want to break her heart, either. Right now, I see this white girl as my best friend, my would-be, possible girlfriend, my future wife, and the mother of my children. If this beautiful white girl had a nicer, gentler black guy like me in her life, I promise not to ever cheat on her with any other girl, even if she's as attractive as this girl is. I don't want her beauty to go to waste. And if me and this white girl were to be together and stay as a loving couple for the rest of our lives, that would be great for the both of us.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Eve Of Never New Years Eve Heartbreak

As the time winds down,
And the shots get more hectic,
My mind begins to scramble,
Now *****is getting skeptic,
At 5 I hear your voice,
I see your smile,
I feel your hate,
At 4 I feel Mary,
I feel Love,
But at it's fate,
At 3 I see you walking,
I see him walking,
I see the Eve,
At 2 I begin to set my mind up to believe,
At 1 all hope is lost and by then I can retrieve,
My thoughts and now I can fully receive,
The news but I ask why you had to deceive?
And now you have all of the eyes staring,
As your Infidelity begins to show,
And your conscious begins to scare,
Right around the same time that my heart stops to care,
And in the midst I'm left there,
In the air with no one to lend a comforting hand,
*****I got treated like a fan,
On the Eve of Never.....


Details | Couplet | |

Canadian Sally

Canadian Sally with red ribbon strings
tightening an apron fit to the seams.
Canadian Sally with jet-black hair
bound in a hat of bright red beams.

Canadian Sally with pockets of fortunes
sowing them out to us all.
Canadian Sally of sombre spirit;
patience like that of a doll.

Canadian Sally a twilight bust
who's wreath circles 'round like an aura.
Canadian Sally from love and joy
who spreads it around like a flora.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our QT Savior

In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire, a young husband always there.
But hurt he’d become, and in the hospital now remained…
It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again.
She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung…
Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun.
She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there.
Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair.
Together they’d use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car.
They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car.
But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash…
So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up
Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself… 
Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help.
Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out.
And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top.
The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and…
Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time
And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet…
He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat.
Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside…
While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires.
By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed…
She was empowered; you know… there’s nothing wrong with that.
Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last.
Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again.

Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman


Details | Epic | |

Boyfriend-Girlfriend Relationships

Everybody knows that all of the boyfriends and girlfriends are deeply in love with each other. 
It's been going on since the beginning of the 18th century. All loving relationships between a 
boyfriend and a girlfriend consists of caring, communicating, sharing, and stuff. I know that if a 
guy was to get this girl to be his real-life girlfriend and this girl was to get this guy to be her real-
life boyfriend, they should promise that they wouldn't cheat on each other with the others, 
even if this guy is as attractive as the other guy and this girl is as attractive as the other 
female. everybody should know that they mustn't take each other for granted because they 
need each other in need. I guess love has a way to keep two people together. Now I know 
what all boyfriend-girlfriend relationships are all about. These relationships are all about being 
honest with each other and trusting each other, especially when a guy and a girl are trusting 
each other with their hearts and souls. Love isn't just a four-letter word for all couples, it's a 
special feeling between two lovers. I hope they don't break up. I also hope I find a real-life 
girlfriend of my own. But if all boyfriend-girlfriend relationships were to end, their hearts will be 
broken, leaving them in a depressive state. But if all boyfriend-girlfriend relationships were to 
stay stronger than ever, there's no telling what great thing might happen for both lovers next. I 
hope these boyfriend-girlfriend relationships don't end in multiple break-ups.


Details | Elegy | |

Silent Prayer for her Son

Her words had meant a thousand meanings but still i felt no self healing
for i had hurt her, done her wrong, called her a slave and nothing beyond
she was african but i be white, does that make us different
to see through the eyes of life and feel the nature hell bent

So many days had i been white, to insult the african woman who worked so hard
her skin, dry from the planting seasons, her hair so ratted from the water loss outside
but that same night i had called her worthless and slave she bowed her head
and i as well for it was her last wish, and that made it sacred

"Dear Lord" she said as she began her prayer and her eyes filled with tears
her silent stature, blissed with love and pure confinement, shone though
she was african but i be white, does that make us not afraid to die
to fear the darkness of the night and worship all who makes light no questions no why

"May all who recieve thy lord's love, cry to the bloodshed moon
for if man and woman be forgotten the balance of evil and good
will perish and i have seen this for my eyes turned blind by work
but here i sit with the same girl who did so and wish her no harm"

To stand up felt wrong but as she did so i followed out into the pasture
looking about i noticed the cows this african had milked 'um so many
but she was confident and bent down to the dirt that had one blue rose
i bent also not knowing if what i did was because i felt anything that arose

"And dear lord let her memories have soem of my son's 
let the very feet he walked with be hers for i know they were strong
fast and smart he was but none know of he except me
but this girl right here will now know of his eternity"

And with that silent prayer sent to the heavens, i too began to cry
our shoulders shaked and our heads bobbed as the night engulfed us once more
she be african but i be white, does that make us sisters
yes, for we have both suffered and lost, loved and cherished, stood and cowered, worked till 
death with blisters



Details | I do not know? | |

Free

Closed eyes.
Deep breath.
Count to ten.
It's not the end.
A change. For the best.
I'm stronger.
I never needed you
I was just afraid.
I let the fear of being alone, Hold me down.


Details | Free verse | |

You're My Plague

You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart throbs in unease You carry me off to a far-off island Your breeze keeps me flowin’…scraping sand Your names escapes my lips I tell myself, “Get a grip, dude…” But you decided to intrude... My blood drips to the floor I’ve been losing balance… The instant you pushed me aside Your quietude devours me… I can’t help, but hide… I feel horribly disheartened…feelin’ too insignificant To start my day with a good note Too discouraged to be motivated to run… You trade me your pain in the past I consume it like a bear My stomach is churning persistently…you’re running too fast… I’m dowsed in despair My eyes stare vacantly…into space…they roam happily Your vigilance keeps me safe and sound…I dwell in your tranquility Your dreams caress my own… This intriguing comfort never makes me feel alone I’m under your dazzlin’ spell… This is heaven – not living hell! I’ve been bruising myself over you…for a while now The moment you abandoned me that night… Your rejoicing mends my gash…heals my mind… I think better of you – everything’s black and white I feel so exquisite when I’m around you… So inspired to reveal my might…just shine your light On me…and remember to meet me at sun rise… But I still feel malnourished… By your sweltering disease My heart refuses to beat in perfect rhythm – my high hopes nearly perished By your forceful breeze…pushing me on my knees I’m stumbling off my feet – I’m not at all pleased I’m not in the mood to be teased… I’m suffering…I’m not discreet How did you push me off my feet? Why do you make ME feel so damn miserable and incomplete? You plague me with your sweltering disease My heart pounds as I fall upon my blood-stained knees You carry me away to an unknown place Your voice still rings in my ears… I glance at your admirable face I’ve faced you way too many times – Your sparkling with majestic brilliance and pure grace


Details | Epic | |

I Awake To Darkness (part 7)

I awake to the girl sleeping by my side
The clouds are everywhere within the blue sky
I wake the girl and her eyes open slow
As we stand her and I have no place to go
We start to walk and I begin to hear
A message being whispered, the end you will fear
I grip the girls hand and then we start to walk
Then the spirits enter my mind and they begin to talk
I try to ignore what they say and something catches my eye
Leaving the ground to the air a sparrow begins to fly
The sparrow can talk and it calls out my name
This treacherous bird seems to be very tame
It perches on the branch of a locust tree
Asking us both if we want to be free
We agree with the bird and nod our heads
Everything goes black and we wonder if we're dead
Our boundaries brighten the surrounding land
We both are standing on ground covered in sand
The spirits tell me that I'm still a fool
I respond quickly this is my mind and here I rule
Their whispering voices fade away
I check on the girl and she seems to be okay
We both lay down right next to each other
We hold hands and look to the water
Now is my chance to make things right
I kiss her lips and then we fall asleep through the night...


Details | Narrative | |

Jar of Love and such

She walked around this earth with a jar filled with love
Dipping into its commodities when she saw someone in need of

a smile, encouragement, understanding and compassion
Her jar was always running over bringing others satisfaction

Oneday while on a daily routine she saw a tattered old man
Sleeping on a bench, in his right hand he had an aluminum can

She dipped into her jar and pulled out a mysterious note
She had held it for quit sometime a poem she had long ago wrote

She parked her car around the way
It was a cold and rainy November day

Then walked up quietly to this sleeping guy
and suddenly formed tears in her sensitive eyes

She took the poem from out of her jar
Put it inside his portable bar

Then quickly tip towed away
Hoping to God he would read what it had to say

The poem was a love letter to anyone
That had given up on life and had completely shunned

the world out because of many horrible trails
The poem was written to encourage someone and inspire

It was signed with just a smile and a phone number too
A nearby church and rehab center who

Took men in for absolutly free 
helped them to discover who they were really meant to be,

A week later this girl drove that same way
There was no sign of this man she so often saw on that bench during the day

A month later, on a Sunday morning she could not believe her eyes
She was in church and to her surprise

The same old man that had been dirty, drunk and out of social reach
Stood in front of this giant congregation and made a beautiful speech

All bright, clean and with tears in his eyes
He told a story about an angel who stopped him from suicide 

He said there had to be a God for he woke to take his last sip
And in his “jar” of beer he found a poem and decided to read it

And now he had been sober for thirty days
He found his two lost sons and he just wanted to give God praise

This girl and her "jar" never said a word
She just sat in her chair as her soul sang like a bird

So never be afraid to carry goodness in your life jars
For you never know when you may be a persons saving star!!!


Sabina Nicole
Written:1-17-12
Based on The contest :JARS


Details | Epic | |

I Have No Girlfriend

A girl of my choice is way too hard to find. Every time I see an attractive girl, I keep finding out that she already has a boyfriend or is happily married to her husband and has children with the guy. It breaks my heart just thinking about it. It seems that I'm trying way too hard. Maybe I'm looking too hard for this special someone. It also seems that I'm not good enough for any of the girls of my choice, let alone one girl who's about my age. Now that all of the good, attractive ones have been taken by random guys, I'm reduced to nothing. I should've met those girls by choice sooner rather than later. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, and no matter how many times I have to reach out to those girls from my past or whatever, I couldn't give her some St. Valentine's Day presents, let alone red roses, I couldn't ask her out on a date, I'm barely dealing with the fact that these girls each have boyfriends or happily married, and I've been rejected one too many times. I should be in a serious relationship with a girl of my choice and trust, I shouldn't spend Saturday nights in total boredom. But the fact that one of the girls I was interested in is with a guy who's way more attractive than I am makes me very sick. And no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, it's just not enough for any of them. And since I have no girlfriend of my choice, even one of them outside my race, I'm forced to spend the rest of my life in solitude alone; thereby remaining in a real, depressive state. And every time I see a loving couple, it makes me depressed and they shove it right in my face. It's like someone had taken a butcher knife, plunged in in my chest, and yanked my heart out, killing me in an instant. I can't bear to handle this type of rejection. Well, I might as well die a virgin because there's just no point of me dealing with the fact that these girls are either happily married or already in multiple serious relationships with their current boyfriends. Being lonely and depressed and not having a female companion of my choice to talk to on a Saturday night is sad, and it's definitely pathetic. How legitimately disappointing. If I don't find me a girlfriend of my choice and I don't get married on time before my 25th or 30th birthday, I'm going to die a virgin. When will all of the rejection and the torment end? When will I stop being lonely and depressed? When will I ever learn?


Details | Epic | |

Red Clowns

I sway back and forth slurping on my soda and spot a peculiar scene
Over by the creepy Clown with the evil green eyes
A girl standing alone
Afraid
Talking to herself, repeating a name
Sally she says
over and over again
She almost screams at the words
Guys walk up to her
They give me a sick vibe, deep in my chest I feel how she feels
Panic, wonder, fear
Betrayed.

He grabs her arm, violently squeezing
I can feel the pain on my own arm
I want to help her
I do
But what could I do?
I'm just a small girl like herself, I could not fight
I would try to speak but lose the nerve
Lose the words of defense

They drag her away
I should tell someone
If I don't the guilt will eat me alive..
I won't say anything
I'm sure she will be fine
If she didn't want them she would scream and fight back
Right?

She sees me watching
Her eyes plead for me to take action
I look down at my shoes
I didn't see anything
I glance up to hopefully see her judge ridden eyes to stare back at me
But she is gone
Forever lost
Her voice I still hear
Sally she says
You said it would be fun


Details | Free verse | |

Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


Details | Epitaph | |

Teenage Love 2-and-a-half: Childhood Sweethearts

This type of love have been in the lives of all children (boys and girls) for some time to
come. It's been like that since the day the kids started going to camp and elementary
school. It seems as though that when a little boy had fallen in love with a little girl or
the other way, their hearts start to beat, they're getting this emotional feeling in their
ribs, thoughts rushing tn their brains, and that kinda stuff. It will have looked like
that their parents will have know that their kids were in love with each other, even from
the beginning. There's been a lot of young relationships that have begun back in
elementary school and at summer camp, especially when one little boy had met one little
girl when they were participating in a lot of camping activities (kayaking, e.g.). But
what's so great about a lot of long-term relationships most of all is when this boy and
this girl are talking to each other on the phone on a Saturday night. This type of young
love among children from around the world is starting to look like the movie, "Little
Manhattan" with Josh Hutcherson. It's also as if this was a real fairy tale. Sometimes,
some relationships among kids don't last long, but some of them do. And when it comes to
these kids-before-teenagers falling in love with each other, there is such thing as love
at first sight. Love follows all of the children everywhere they go; it exists. Their
parents will have gotten this funny feeling inside, especially when they were supposed to
know what their lives were like as children when they met and fell in love. Let's hope
everybody knows that young love exists. Let's also hope that the parents know that their
children are in love with each other. And if this type of young love continues to grow and
grow and grow day in and day out, their hearts will never be broken in the near future.
Let's hope they stay together forever.


Details | Epic | |

Bleach Blonde White Princess

A bleach blonde white girl is so beautiful, so awesome, I so want to be with her. If this
beautiful white girl is a beautiful princess, then she deserves a crown or a tiara, and a
throne. She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. It seems that I'm in love with a
beautiful white girl. And when I look into her beautiful eyes (blue, olive green, or
hazel), they look like a pair of priceless gems or a pair of expensive diamonds worth
$750,000. Her hair (blonde, brunette, or red) is so soft and smooth, it's like holding a
softer cloth made in Persia. I've never imagine such a beautiful princess, even in my
wildest dreams. This white/Caucasian princess will make a possible girlfriend for me and
I'd be her black prince.  Even when we get married, I will be her black king and she will
be my bleach blonde white queen and become a family in the near future. And if me and this
white princess were to be together forever after being boyfriend and girlfriend and that I
tell her that I had real feelings for this beautiful white girl, I promise not to ever
cheat on her with any other woman, even if she's as attractive as she is. I hope fate will
bring and keep us together for life.


Details | Ballad | |

Phantom kisser-

A masquerade ball was in full concert when
A charming young man stepped in

He bore a green tunic with gold trim
Mask devilish with a wry grin

His mask bore five feathers atop his brow
In full view of the whole of the crowd

The music stopped and no servant bore his name
No mark of royalty or note of fame

Who is this man whispers a girl
A mystery man, man of the world

His eyes a radiant green breaching the mask
The music starts with a nod no questions asked

His manner quite and shy though confident
Both hands resting behind his torso defiant

Utterly refusing any hand placed before him
A mission is what makes him grim

One girl and only one is his treasured fox
She is sitting at a table near the clocks

A common girl young enough for school
A starving pain runs through him almost cruel

A slow melody is played by the maestro
The gentleman gaze at him to and fro

A hand his placed before her tired eyes
Shear delightful sounds as she cries 

An angry man in a red mask stalks toward them
When an older woman steps in front of him

“Let them go” She says
“Why should I” eyes furiously red

To the center of the dancing floor they stroll
The beat picks up with a flick from maestro

Soft beats sound as they come together
Then silence…..weightless like a feather

A dazzling dance wows the place
Enough so to put awe on each face

After the last step and last beat coincide 
Their masks come up no more reason to hide

Their lips meet and cheers break out
Like those at a fight awaiting the bout

The commotion was too much for the old man
He stumbled forward to greet the brigand

A chase commenced with the house guards
Even some of the house bards
 
The Youngman fell and was detained quickly
Then a sound arose from the courtyard sickly

The sound of a sword piercing flesh
A pool of blood and a mess

Unveiling his mask bore only a lad
At this the old man felt sad

The young girl never knew what became of him
Her father detailed his absence to be of a decided whim

In reality he survived after his body was left for dead
A long fever and a month in bed

A preacher picked him up and healed his impaled breast
With medicine and well needed rest

He awoke later to a dream of his lady fair 
When he smelt the perfume of roses in the air

A second chance the preacher stated 
Yes it was not to be he debated

Now he is an old man sitting and writing this tale
Letting my grandson know not to bail

For I will leave it in my will for his eyes only!


Details | Epic | |

My Love for a Hispanic Girl

A Hispanic girl's beauty is so wise and strong, I think that I'm in love with her. She
represents the sun that shines the entire room and my world by day. At night, she's the
moon that rises by night, and my shining star.The beauty of all Hispanic girls are
blooming like a batch of red, yellow, white, and pink roses. When I look into the eyes of
a beautiful Hispanic girl, they shine like a pair of expensive diamonds worth $1 million.
When I see her face, it's like looking at an angel. And her black hair is so soft and
silky, it's like holding a silky cloth made in Persia. The first time I fall in love with
a Hispanic girl, won't be my last. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me. When
I'm with a real-life Hispanic girl, I won't run away; I'll be by her side, no matter what.
Sometimes, relationships with Hispanic girls don't last long, but some of them do. Her
intuition is so strong and powerful, it makes me want to spend the rest of my life with
this Hispanic girl. I'm in love with a Hispanic girl because she's beautiful, she's
attractive, and I really love her. I love the way she walks, the way she talks, and I love
her beautiful smile. If she had a good guy like me in her life, then she wouldn't have to
worry about anymore pain or drama and I don't want my love for a Hispanic girl to go to
waste. And if I get into a serious relationship with this attractive Hispanic girl, then
there's no turning back. I hope fate brings us together. I hope me and this Hispanic girl
stay together forever.


Details | Epic | |

Beautiful Angel: White-Caucasian Princess

A beautiful white/Caucasian girl is a princess in her own right. She's the best thing that
has ever happened to me. Her beauty is so strong, so powerful, it makes me want more of
them. Her hair is so soft and silky, it's like holding a cloth that is made in Persia. And
when I look into the eyes of an attractive Caucasian girl, it looks like looking at a pair
of expensive gems worth $300,000. Not only do I find this beautiful white/Caucasian
princess very attractive, she's really cute, too. This attractive princess will make a
possible girlfriend for me soon, especially when I'm thinking about taking her to dinner
and a movie. All I'm saying is that if this beautiful white/Caucasian girl had a nicer,
kinder, gentle black guy like me in her life, she wouldn't have to worry about anymore
drama from other guys. And I don't want a white/Caucasian girl's beauty to go to waste. I
can tell that a white/Caucasian girl is sad inside and out. I can also tell that this
beautiful white girl is angry and lonely. I'm the only one who can repair her broken
heart. That's exactly what I tend to do. And if I were to be the new boyfriend of this
beautiful white/Caucasian princess and she were to be my beautiful, attractive girlfriend, I
promise I won't cheat on her with any other girl, even if she's as attractive as this girl
is. I hope fate will bring and keep us together forever.


Details | Didactic | |

JAIL BREAK part 2

there is this Rapper from Atlanta, Georgia who calls himself T.I.
who constantly got into trouble and in jail he did some time
he was once a true disciple of Christ in his younger days
a gifted and honor student until his life went astray
he found himself in all the wrong places
hanging around with all the wrong faces
but the Lord God did bless him with a special talent and gift
he had a way with the spoken word that would make a spirit lift
then one day he saw the Light and came to truly understand
that there's nothing good in this world if it doesn't come from God's hands
now he is one who advocates and tries to tell the teens
that fast money and cars, guns and drugs are not godly things
he managed to survive his misspent youth and lived to tell the tale
and like Paul and Silas God broke him out of physical and spiritual jails

we all have some type of prisons from which we need to escape
we all have some stuff binding us up and we need a jail break
in the ways of Jesus is how we should live our lives
in the ways of Jesus who for us made the sacrifice
we need to fulfill the will of God and not be a distraction
we need to be of truth and in Christ find satisfaction
to not stand in the way of that which God has designed as our destinies
to not be in anyone's business and thus hindering any testimonies

a slave girl with a spirit of premonition at Paul and Silas she would shout
until Paul saw her as a distraction and he then ordered that spirit out
the owners of that slave girl were upset and dismayed
that they could no longer use her to have riches flow their way
so to the authorities they went and reported a big fat lie
that Paul and Silas were causing the people to riot and go awry
stripped, beaten and then thrown into prison with shackles upon their feet
but at the midnight hour into prayer Paul and Silas did retreat
not to be frustrated nor to be wondering why God allowed this mess to take place
they understood that God controls everything so they waited on His mercy and grace
and at the midnight hour that prison started to quake
cell doors flew open, shackles were broken it was a jail break
a new day was dawning and a godly victory was now at hand
a jail break rendered by the power of God's omnipotent plans

no longer to be in spiritual bondage nor locked up in mental and physical cells
praying to God to change our circumstances and break us out of those jails





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Pheonix

In commemoration of your eighteen years
I will weave you a story fit for all ears
Of a special girl who is very much loved
A precious gift who was sent from above

A fallen angel who we are blessed to be
That her soul chose us, her family
A cousin, a sister and above all a daughter
Who has delighted us all with years of her laughter

But the road for this girl has not always been clear
At times she has been filled with a great fear
For to bear the weight of life’s choice’s on your shoulder’s
Your feet sink in the mud and the inner fire smoulders

It is from those ashes that your inner phoenix does sore
Bringing back the light and hope and oh so much more
The path of your life, untrodden is unique
You will blaze down that path, to any goal that you seek

With determination and an iron will
Your strength of conviction is a special skill
She knows her mind and what it is that she wants
She will never give in to life’s  do’s and don’ts

For her to live her life the way that she needs
Sometimes she will be forced down on her knees
It is at that point her strength will shine
And it will guide her through life’s complicated design

She must forge on ahead, beat back all the doubt
Its the choices we make that sets us out
For life is full of sheep, directionless and lost
Always searching for the life that they want the most

A part of that group she will never be
For she is too clever, too much like me
She fights for herself and others she loves
Her soul is as pure and free as a dove’s

This is my weaving, filled with warmth and light
The life map of a girl who I have kept in my sights
For only eighteen years it is that she’s lived
I look forward to all the rest, the greatest gift she can give.


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The Traveler

The Traveler
By Kevin Robey
March 15, 2014

There came a day when she started holding her breath
There’s nothing left
She's a victim of theft
Among the dying days that mark this sinner’s death

The very next day I ran out of things to say
There’s nothing left
I'm a victim of theft
I second-guessed the careless way I gave my heart away

So what do you do when the past becomes a part of you?
There’s nothing left but time and these crazy thoughts
I can’t help but smile, thinking of all I’ve been through
Long ago I figured out that happy endings can’t be bought

That last seconds of her still ringing in my ears
That’s over now
I still don't know how
Every second forming ripples from drops of my tears

That final day, I still remember when our sunset arrived
They're over now
Those outdated vows
I squinted my eyes and remembered why I’m still alive

I don’t know what I see in the mirror anymore
Reflections escape to the darkness in retreat
I still can’t help but smile even wider than before
Knowing I’ll never be the man from her distant memories

So I smile… 
I smile through it all
For no reason…
No reason at all.


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autumn falling

cry me a river
give me an indian giver,maybe i can fix him
think of the thought,the store you bought could feed a thousand towns
with the food you leave lying around. you could do art in the world,
marry a pretty girl to the turn of food she do marry,even carry in her eyes.
its the prize and the dice is thrown?this much we know,we can keep two,you and 
the truth,when you marry it we do.i know of the earth turn and hunger 
burning,sure i was fit for command to every man who had a plan.he would look in 
my eyes and size me up,but he didnt think of the crux of the theft of dinner and 
whats left.its hard in the middle class to be that picture in the mind,when i find 
candy bars dancing in my thoughts when i rest.chest full of air and thats what you 
get to eat. when we seen this girl on second street,of course i was too tired and 
hungry to pursue her,to my hunger peanut butter and jelly will never do her,so i 
just willed her to happen and despite the laughing in my mind,i find were still 
friends,me and her,but there was no word of sex or even second best,it was 
less,just friends.to the end i go,i worked and held a job,kept my room a slob,but it 
was prop up and starvation,like the middle class across this nation.it takes em 
no time to help,to release us from our hell.then,bask in the glow and let me know 
how a ferrarri goes or my favorite group has a Cd on the loose.wait till im fed and 
have my own bed then tell me you need me at your show or in iraq,then ill find the 
facts do meet.give relief on summer street.


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I Awake To Darkness (part 6)

I awake to the spirits saying that I’m foolish for what I’ve done
I look up and falling from the sky is my great grandfather’s gun
They tell me to pick it up and end both of our lives
I tell the spirits to hold their tongues because they are what I despise
They are now confused and are wondering what will happen
I reach for the girl’s hand and she gives a heartwarming grin
We begin to walk through the never-ending forest
And the spirits tell me that I must continue with my quest
I agree with them this time and arrive back on my path
Then the girl bursts out in a beautiful laugh
I ask her what could possibly be so funny
She said my hair was shaped like the ears of a bunny
I felt a little embarrassed so we stopped at a river
And then a cool breeze came and gave my spine a shiver
We grabbed each others hands and then we took off
The mood of the forest was no longer soft
It began to fill with a horrible mood of rage and hate
As we were running in front of us was standing a giant gate
We reached the gate and broke its giant chains
Then the forest started moaning of a heart wrenching pain
The girl and I had closed the gate that was now behind us
Turning around we both saw a house that was covered in moss
The energy that was emitted from this grand building
It gave the girl and I a sort of tiring feeling
We both sat down and rested our heads
On a moss covered wall that became our bed
The scent in the air was of the girl
I fell asleep and I’m now in another world…


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i will always be your man

                                            I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR MAN
LOOKING INTO HER EYES,
EYEBALL TO EYEBALL,
HER SMILE BLINK LIKE A NEW DIAMOND,
HER LOOK MAKES ME FEEL LIKE THE LUCKIEST GUY ON PLANET EARTH,


SHE LIKE TO HOLD ME,
WHEN SHE NEED SOMEONE TO HOLD,
WE BOTH TEAR AND REPAIR OUR HEARTS IN LOVE TOGETHER,
SHE NEVER CALLS ME BY MY NAME,
BABY, BABY, BABY ON HER LIPS,
ALL THE TIME,



I FELL IN LOVE WITH HER SENCE OF HUMOUR,
THAT! DRIVES ME ON HIGH MOON,
LOOKING INTO HER EYES,
I CAN SEE MANTAIN RISE,


EYEBALL TO EYEBALL I SWEAR,
AS LONG AS I BREATH
I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR MAN.


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When a god dies

Up in the clouds the king sits with no one around. His eyes roam to a fro walking the earth day 
and night yet with all his might he does not fathom the joy and happiness of these ants in his 
sight. Their life is short just days in his sight, but still they dream, love, fight, and die. Searching 
for a reason he left his throne. He walked among them and saw them as man; they walked 
upright, used reason and logic as he did. He came to a village a little girl cried I am so hungry, 
my father has died. The great king fed this family of three, but still they knew not the god-king 
he be. When they had ate the girl gave him a hug, the mother cried and bid him good-bye with 
love. This love was a thing he had never felt before, now he understood why they carried out 
their wars. The passion and pride that burns inside: a reason to believe, to fight, and to die. The 
deity returned high to his throne, having felt wanted he now felt alone; immortality looms large, 
it is too much to bear he needed a reason to live for, a purpose to care. The vastness of forever 
ahead no one to love nothing to live for the god-king dies. From his death there is a lesson to 
learn from his life, it is not how long you live but what you live for. Until you have something 
worth dying for you’re not really living


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Missing

They say every guy has a girl 
that gets way.
They also say that God has the 
perfect girl that will stay.
Well I want her to runaway. 
I want the one that made and 
destroyed my day.
I miss her eyes,smell,her being 
around,and everything she use 
to say.
Em I in love, Dang..
I hate driving around and 
seeing her mustang.
Im hoping for change.
But we are on different page.
Same pain.
Different stage.
Same lane-Mario Perez


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I wish you did

You talk about how you can never find her,
or how you can't seem to keep one around
I try to hide the fact that I am that girl,
because I know that in your eyes I'm not.
You say that you want a girl that laughs at all your jokes,
 If you notice,
I do.

I let you cry on my shoulder, EVERY time you get hurt. You say that you want a girl that you need a girl, that's there for you when you need her One that makes you laugh when you don't want to. A girl that you can be yourself around.
If you notice, I'm her. If you notice, I'm everything you said you want. Do you notice? Not one bit.
But I wish you did.


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My Love for a White Girl

When I fall in love with a white girl, I won't flee; I'll know what I'm doing. My love for
a white girl is so powerful, so strong, it makes me wanting to get more of them. A white
girl's beauty is blooming like a dozen of red, yellow, white, and pink roses, especially
by day and by night. She's the sun that shines daylight, the moon that rises at night, and
my shining star. Not only is this beautiful white girl very attractive, she's also
awesome, she's nice, kind, and not judgmental, at all. A white girl is the angel of life
and she's the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I look into her eyes (brown,
olive green, ocean blue, or hazel) they shine like a pair of expensive gems worth $80,000.
And when I see a white girl's smile, it's like an attractive angel is smiling down on me.
Whether she's either short or tall and blonde or brunette, a white girl's still beautiful
inside and out. But I can tell that this white girl is really angry. I can also tell that
she's crying inside and out. The only reason why I care about a white girl's well-being is
because I don't want her to go through all of the pain and suffering. With that much
beauty in a real white/Caucasian girl, not only would I not want her beauty and love to go
to waste, I don't want to take her for granted, either. The reason why I'm in love with a white girl
because she's beautiful, she's smart, and I love her. If this white girl had a nicer,
gentle black guy like me in her life, she wouldn't have to worry about anymore drama that's going on
in her life. And if we become boyfriend and girlfriend in the near future, things will
never be the same.


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A Place Quite Far Away

It was cold again that winter evening.  He could not remember how much time had passed, 
since her family went away. Almost three years he reckoned, judging from the passing of the 
season, and sizing up her size. She was still quite small for a child of five. She always had 
been small and thin, but she was very strong and graceful. 

They sat together near the fireplace, snuggled from the cold. “Tell me a story, she said.” 
“What kind of story?” the old man asked. “A very long one” she said, “about a place very far 
away”. The old man took out his watch and turned it toward the fire to see. It was still early, 
but seemed much later, he thought. The weather was cold, and he was getting old. He felt 
both of these deep inside his bones. 

“A very long one?” “You will fall asleep before it’s finished.” “No I won’t.” she said with 
certainty, and shook her bright red head for him to see. “All right then, we shall see.” the old 
man said. “OK then” the girl replied, not quite satisfied. “About a place very far away” she 
reminded. “All right then, very far away, and we shall see what we shall see.” the old man 
said.

“A Very Warm and Green Place, indeed it surely is." the old man began, this place so far 
away. No one ever shivered here, even in the winter. The air is warm and fresh and clean, 
coming from the sea. Currents from the tropics they say, keep everyone quite cozy at this 
place, so very far away. Even cold air here is actually quite warm they claim.

By itself and safe it is, this land, nestled in the sea. Nothing less than pleasant ever happens 
here. It just is not allowed. A small girl lives here, in this peaceful place. She will one day be 
a princess, at the right bright and shiny time and place. She does not know this secret just 
yet, however. Probably because it is a secret, and a secret is a secret, and therefore kept a 
secret, sometimes even for a little while. 

The small girl has several friendly friends who share this land with her.  They are varied in 
size and shape, and kind and caring creatures, each and every one. They were made by 
magic, from the sand along the seashore, a very, very, very long time ago.

No one knows just how or when it started, this warm and cozy land. But it does not matter, in 
such a pleasant place. When and how it started, is of little consequence. It is how and where 
things are today, and where and how they go tomorrow, that really matters, or so they say.
...to be continued


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White Girl's Love Poem

When I saw a white girl for the first time, I had butterflies in my stomach. But when I
saw a white girl in person, I felt my heart beat. It seems that a beautiful white angel
has appeared in my life unexpectedly. When I saw the beautiful face of a white girl, I
knew that she would be the only one for me. My heart skips a beat every time I'm with a
white girl. I always get an emotional feeling every time that I'm with her. She's the sun
that lights up the Earth, she's the moon that rises at night, and she's the only shining
star I see in the sky, even though it's hard to reach for.  Her hair is so smooth and soft and her beauty and intuition are so powerful.  I see this white girl as my best friend, my future girlfriend, my wife, and the mother of my children. When we get into a serious relationship, it'll be like two worlds coming together at once. And if this white girl had a nicer, gentle black guy like me in her life, she wouldn't have to worry about anymore of the drama going on or other bad things. I have real, emotional feelings for that girl.  I can tell that she's sad and hurt. I can also tell that her heart is broken, and I'm willing to fix it. It also seems that when I get to be with her, then I'll make sure that her heart doesn't get broken and I'll make sure that I don't take her for granted.  And when me and this white girl get together be this loving couple, then there's no turning back. I hope fate will keep us together forever.


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Louise- a community effort-please add to!

"Louise-
swinin' in he trees
hardly aware
of the summer breeze

Louise-
be careful what you show-
I didn't have to know
my dear Louise-
that you wear BVD's

Louise-
did I hear you sneeze?
has such great exertion
brought you
to your knees?

Louise-
dear, tell me if you please-
why you feel you must-
be such a darn ol' tease?

Louise-
"here's an'udder...
one of deez..(Brooklyn talk)
my lovely girl Louise
again you're on your knees
this time intent to please

Louise-
my dearest, dearest friend-
I'm so  heart-broken
to have to tell you-
my sweet lovely Louise
that we have discovered
you're infested with lots of fleas

Louise-
watch out in the trees!
that pine-cone
that you thought it was..
turns out a hive of bees!

Louise-
my special one, my friend...
I'll bet you are unique
in all the 7 seas

Louise-
you gotta come down now-
a letter you have received
seems the "Louise Rhyming Club"
has not received their fees...

Louise-
come on now!
you listen with great ease..
but do little but say
"oh, my, oh my, oh Jeeze...."

Louise-dear girl it's time to eat-
so get down from the trees-
we have your favorite cheeze!

Louise-
come down, right now, this instant!
for our door got locked somehow
and I can't get in without you-
because my dear Louise-
you are the only one...
who has the Louise keys....

so get started folks!  let's make this the first whole community project!!
regards, and Smile! God dang it!!


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Interracial Relationships

Interracial relationships are way better than all-white relationships, all-black
relationships, all-Hispanic relationships, and all-Asian relationships. They're still
considered a bunch of lovebirds, even though they're from different worlds. It's the time
of the month for a black guy to date either a white/Caucasian girl, a Hispanic girl, or an
Asian girl (Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, or Korean) and a black girl to date guys that
are outside the African-American race, as well. It seems that everybody's promoting a lot of
interracial relationships around the U.S. of A., especially Texas. Everybody's wondering
that if there will be interracial children involved and stuff. I think that two lovebirds
from different races would become great parents, raising all interracial families. Some of
those interracial relationships don't last long, but I beg to differ. Some of them do last
longer than just 72 hours or even a week. that's why I tend to find a girlfriend that's
outside the African-American race. I'll date either a white/Caucasian girl, a Hispanic
girl, an Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, Korean, or Vietnamese), or a Middle
Eastern girl, and then have mixed-raced children of my own. And if all interracial
relationships were to stay stronger than ever, that would be very awesome.


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Romantic Serenade

It was the Halloween Ball
In the season of the fall
A mysterious bachelor called
To the attention of us all

The biggest mansion party
The cooks food is hearty
The host is definitely tardy
For most of his own party

The musicians play the last dance
The men try to romance
But don't stand a chance
For the host is here! They glance

To a man dressed in black wear
In Old Spanish attire bare
The women began to stare
For he was a young stallion, a Mare

From a top the stairs he walks
The ladies gather to stalk
The man who doesn't talk
Like birds they came in flocks

He wore black clothes and a red sash
White trim and a black mask
To find a dancer is his task
But who will he ask?

The only girl not drawn to attention
Is sitting alone no words to mention
He takes her hand There is no tention
Soft as a doves wings a cool sensation

The proceed to the middle of the floor
She doesn't know what's in store
A lot of musicians come in..there is more!
Some of them rich, some are poor

He takes his tunic off then starts
The music is written from the heart
The stand at attention far apart
Then the solo with the silver harp

The drum beat starts going 
They come together emotions flowing
His risque' dance he is showing
To her mind he is boasting

They move and dance like magic
For five minutes the song's romantic
The crowd watching in motionless static
The songs end was very tragic

The last beats were hard to miss
They drew close and started to kiss
For her it was a mystical bliss
His every movement caressed her lips

The awkward silence he starts to leave
The young lady can hardly breathe
She starts to faint...she can't see
The wings appeare and she falls asleep

The girl awakes in her bed it seems
In her school clothes it was only a dream
The sound of water foils the scene
Her eyes still blurry it's hard to see

She wanted this for real
Her heart is sealed
Then fate will have to deal
Her new loves appeal

She notices something on the ground
It's the wings and mask she found
And a CD blank is bound
She puts it in and the sound...

Is the unforgettable song
It was to her so long
But there was something wrong
Where did this come from?

In the CD case is an Old Engligh letter
It said "Undoubtedly for the better
I am gone with the weather
Your kiss I will always remember forever and ever


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Crazy going

I got people that pray for me.
I also got people that hate me.
I had a girl that said she loved me.
The same day she dropped me.
It's ok because I got a other girl calling me "honey".
I told her I got problem and she said she can help me.
She said " next Saturday you and me"
she promises that happy we would be.
I'm having second thoughts.
But I'm tired of this battle that I fought.
Her off my mind I wanna block.
These feelings need to stop.
But I don't want the old me on top.
My mind saying "its ok if you don't get caught.
Forget about the cost".
But Everybody can see what you bought-Mario Perez


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Hispanic Princess

A Hispanic girl is a princess in her own right. She's the crown jewel in my eyes. This
Hispanic girl is so beautiful, it's like dating an angel. I'm her black prince, and she's
my Hispanic princess, soon to be my queen. When I look into the eyes of a beautiful
Hispanic girl, it's like looking at a pair of priceless gems. It's also as if I'm making
eye contact with an angel. This is like a modern-day version of a fairy tale. In my dream,
I'm riding on a black horse, on the way to this huge castle, and once inside, I see a
Hispanic king, his soldiers, and his beautiful princess; a beautiful Hispanic girl. If I
had the king's permission to take her beautiful daughter out on a date, then he'd say,
"yes." But what I would do if this beautiful Hispanic princess needed romance is take her
out to dinner, go for a walk at the beach, and dance with her through the night. And in a
fairy tale, me and this beautiful Hispanic girl are riding through the sunset and I'm
spending the night with her. She's my Hispanic princess, and I'm her black-American
prince. And if we get married, we'll live happily ever after.


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The Vampire Among Us

A made up world of glory
Sweet lakes and emerald glens
Please let me tell a story
That happened way back when

The grass was green as green could be
The air was sweet with freedom free
Her eyes were blue as the swirling sea
That set her apart from you and me

The day was hot with summer's heat
Birds flew low over golden wheat
Along the coast; the army's fleet
Under shaded boughs two lovers meet

He stood with her until the night
He walked with her so she wouldn't fright
And even though he had no right
He soft skinned neck he wanted to bite

He walked her up to her jeweled door
With diamond windows and marble floor
A kiss to her hand, though he wanted more
From the girl in the house by the rolling shore

He counted the hours until the sun's dawn
Gazing up the emerald lawn
Of the girl with the dress that's a soft brown fawn
Three hours left, nine hours gone

The moment the sun rises over the hill
His hunger crumbles and he loses his will
Now he no longer wants to kill
And drink her blood till he had his fill 

Under the boughs he waits for his love
This time dressed in a dress of gray dove
Now his hunger no longer does shove
When her hand touches his in its white lace glove

But then the sun sets
And his luck he must bet
He feels the thirst get
To be a great threat

Though they walk the long beach
In no need for speech
When the warmth's sucked like a leech
From her wrist, he then does preach

"Tis the purest thing I have ever tasted
Though it's a shame all of this has to be wasted." 
Upon the sand her blood is pasted
The monster inside no longer lambasted

And though the time for monsters is gone
The truth must be unfurled
While they wait forever for the coming dawn
Vampires still stalk the world


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UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

DO you want to know what i hate ? i hate how when a man sleeps with a whole bunch of girls
hes a pimp and master like a god to men and women but when a woman does the same shes a
whore slut or even a piece a trash and women call them th same first  of all its wrong and
second is that is totally sexism  so next time you are sleeping with a whole bunch of
girls and your girl does the same before you call her a slut or anything think  you did
the same exact thing  also another thing is  when a girl does a sport or there is just a
girls sport its dumb but oh no not a guys its so mean and cruel listen guys if a women
does the same thing as a guy ITS THE SAME THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SO unless you men or women have a better reason to make me say oh there different well
then tell me  cause its really ticking me off


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In a good girls eyes

 In a good girls eyes lies darkness and mischief; Hidden in her disguise she's god but 
without it she's the devil. Caught up with her bible hugging in the morning and her panty 
throwing at night. Though she despises Alchohol it's really the fear that it comes down 
to. Worried that with one gulp she'll lose control and everyone will now she's not an 
angel. So twisted inside her lies to everyone, she desires to be touched forbiddenly  
though she stills a virgin. No one knows the secrets that lies behind the doors of a good 
girls eyes. She is slowly losing momentum seeing that bad girls always have more fun. So 
her legs started to inch apart, the one's she had promised to keep closed. No one knew 
that behind these eyes of a good girl lied a hoe just waiting to explore. Waiting to 
exhale, finally take a bite out of life for her damn self. She realized that good girls 
were too wholesome and she felt she needed to part some if you know what I mean. It 
wasn't until she got out there that she realized there was nothing good about being bad 
and maybe she was being naive but I think it was sad because she had so much to live for 
now she was trapped in a world in a world and she couldn't get back. Even though she 
prayed and prayed and said god please let me back in, he said i'm sorry but to me you 
have learn nothing didn't I always tell you to resist Temptation at all cost? She said 
yeah well what about forgiveness I though you taught that too. I did but your with the 
devil now your playing with different rules and in his world once your tarnished your 
forever his. Tears fell down her eyes as she listened to what he said. Another girl gone 
rotten, it's a shame because you could have been out queen. She said I still will be, and 
god watched as she kissed the devils lips. A tear dropped down his eyes as he reached but 
she was gone.


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This I Know for Sure

many people read the Bible and doubt the very story
that a virgin girl gave birth to a child who became God's glory
why is it so very hard for people to just believe?
that God can do anything that we humans can perceive

it's not a question of man's logic nor a question of man's reason
to believe that God appeared in the flesh on earth for one brief season
the one thing that man must understand about the spiritual world
it's that it does not always conform to whatever man has seen or heard
the spiritual realm deals with matters on an unseen astral plane
it's not just black and white but shades of gray that can't always be explained

miracles themselves are acts and deeds of a Godly manifestations
improbable and extraordinary occurrences that defy mere explanation
it's unlikely that many non-believers will or even can comprehend
that a girl from that time could become pregnant without intercourse coming in
we're in the age of technology, logic, sound reason and thoughts
but the spiritual realm does not apply to the principles mankind has been taught

Mary was touched by the Hand of God and then she did conceive
it was the desire of our Lord God, HIs Holy seed she would receive
a virgin, a young teenage girl untouched by any man
specifically chosen to be an integral part of God's master plan

it's not so hard for anyone who believes in the Lord Jesus Christ
to know the He was God in the flesh, the Word and the light
He was a gift, a present Himself from Father God above
He came to show us mercy and grace and God's unconditional love
the Son of Man, the Prince of Peace, Emmanuel is His name
Our Deliverer, Our Salvation Who died for our sins and our shame
He came to show us how to live and love the right way
God's initial concept  from which mankind had strayed
born to Mary,a young virgin girl and her carpenter husband-to-be
Joseph, a descendant form the line of King David, thus fulfilling the prophecy

from Gensis to Revelations for over a thousand year time span
Prophets, Judges, Kings and disciples revealed parts of God life-living plans
how is it possible that so many different people from all walks of life
and for so many years
could tell a continuous and complete narrative, 
if the presence of God was not here?
it's not about logic nor sound reason it's about so much more
that Jesus Christ was God's begotten son and 
this I know for sure








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Diary of a good girl

         You look at me and think that I am so innocent, but don't you know what your 
really seeing because I think your eyes are tricking you. I can be ms. goody two shoes 
but don't you know what I wanna do? it's impossible to make a blind guy see that good 
girls are really closet freaks. I walk around in jeans and a nice shirt but you only look 
at the girls with short skimpy things and who act like they know. but you know it's the 
quiet ones that really know how to put it down, were not afraid grab my hand and I will 
show you I've been around waiting for this chance.When are guys going to grow some common 
sense you won't get anywhere with a chick who think she been there and done that.  I'm 
serious so if your laughing now then you have learned nothing new because i'm not going 
to be the one to school you unless your with me and then you'll know. I don't need 
attention it's when I want it that I truly get it. Don't need to wear flashy clothes 
because it's inner confidence that will make me grab what I want when I need it. See were 
special and I don't appreciate comments and opinions about how boring we can be? Just 
think all this time I've been restricted wait until I open. You won't be able to stop me 
I will be traveling so fast you might need an advil. This is me and during the day I work 
to get straight A's but just think about what the night can bring. I'm devoted and i'm 
kind and when you need it I will supply. So next time I grin, or a good girl is sitting 
next to you give her a chance she will not disappoint because shy good girls really 
command when it comes to what they know. So before you think a good girl is strictly good 
read this nice handy manual and then you will see what fun a good girl can be... peace 
don't forget this Diary. 


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I ain't no holla back girl

         I'm just a girl so don't get upset when I don't turn around when you try to 
play your games. 

I can't help not wanting you when you are saying things that make me 
laugh about how desprate you sound I wonder how many girls you have tried to talk to 
today. 

I can see your lingering eyes as I pass by, Don't you know that I won't listen to 
any of your lies. 

I can just pretend that I don't even see you, may even close my eyes just so that you 
will lose interest and if you do that's no surprise.

 I am not trying to hurt your feelings, it's just that i'm not the type of girl who falls 
for stupid lines i've heard them all before.

 Some say that's why i'm still alone but I think that's why my heart hasn't gotten broke.

 Girls who listen to your whispers are just plain foolish, they expect a fairytale and 
next week he'll be preaching to another girl. 

I ain't no holla back girl I won't turn around when your calling because that's just 
playing right into your hands. 

I won't let you dip in the wine just because I have morals don't you understand. You look 
at me and I just smile... Don't you get it? i'm more attracted to a guy who plays hard to 
get.

 I need a challenge in my life and if your going to play easy 
then I guess you should know that i'm not simple.
 
In fact i'm extremly complicated and it doesn't take a few phone calls to get me naked.
 
I aint no holla back girl you have to be persistant to get into my world, I won't give in 
to just the same old game if you are playing me you better have me dazed. 

Have me blind so I can't see I don't want weak game to be played out in front of me.

 Challenge me or get lose, I understand my demands are harsh but it's just because I aint 
no holla back girl but if your worth it I will holla at ya. 

When I fall I do fall hard so I need a strong guy who's real and if they really 
are down  they will catch me.


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The Happy Dock

 If my lifevest were a donut that floated, I could float and eat happily for a week.

I was alone amid the choppy sea, baking under a watchful hot sun - 
Near me were scary fins; they stayed close but had not yet attempted to bother 
me.
I drifted on the tubular float, my feet barely in waves. 

I saw in the distance a floating wood dock…
Or maybe it was the smallest little island I had ever seen, only with no trees or 
shrubbery. I could not tell.

By and by I drifted closer…
And spotted a most unblemished figure standing alone with long flowing hair, 
long legs and bronzed buttocks to be sure, tanned coconuts by her feet. That 
much I discerned.

I floated and bobbed on my donut tube and hoped that I might float to her and her 
happy dock –
Two fins specifically came closer. 
Silver gray looming primeval fins slicing thru the water more pronounced and 
curious than the others, seemingly purpose-driven –

The woman with coconuts on a level dock waved to me.
She then signaled to me in warning that there were sharks in the water [as if I did 
not know]. I was only in seven feet of water - 
Red coral reefs were around me below the sharks…but it was to me perhaps the 
most beautiful inviting water in all the world.
Even with these awesome man-eaters . . . 

I was closer to the dock now. Fifty meters. I was sure of it! I wanted to rip off the 
vest and make a quick marathon swim to the girl – I did not think I could make it. 
My lips were chapped and my skin (hot from sun, wind and tropical haze) hurt 
badly and peeled, floating into the island air and into green waves. My skin.

I thought my skin was stinging, but . . .

Something pulled at my foot. Burning pain crippled me. A fluorescent jellyfish had 
stung me.
When I looked up, there was no woman on the dock. But still the goddamned 
fins -
I splashed in quick turning circles to try and find her, this woman on the dock, 
goddess, figment of my imagination…whatever.
I saw more fins, the same fins, but no girl. 
Then, lo, there was splashing. The girl was swimming to me . . .

When at last splashing ceased, and I was calm, I noted a warm easy wave come 
over me

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