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With That Creep!

When i sat
With "That -Boy-"
He would stand
Looking,and-say-:

"I love you,girl
With your pretty curls-done-
And that booty shaking
Moves,clashing to your moody-times-

It like heaven!"
He even-said-
"To sit and know
That "wow"-you!-

Your just so-
So booty,so -shaking-"
And that all he'd say
That i was,in a way,-hott-

But dude,those days
Are anyways-past-
Hes gone along now,no more
Of all those-BootyCalls-

Because Boy,Im no meat
Im not Heated-up-
Chicken Breasts
So stop staring at my chest-Creep!-

Premium Member Hott

Heaven just walked through the door; I know because

O M G! His looks, his ways. . . He has no flaws!

The total package, but be wary; he might be

Temptation in an angel’s guise, “Hott” with a double “t.”


For the Captcha Contest of Judy Konos

Tea Time

Tea

This year, I drank tea
Tea has been helping me! Yep!
Yummy when it's hot!

This year, no coffee 
I know, this might be so hard!
I crave it no doubt!

This January,
I drank some green tea! Mhm!
Don't like it cold! Yuck!

It's a delightful drink
It's time for tea any day
Or so I think *wink*

This February,
I will drink more tea - served smiles 
Don't like it bitter?

This year, less sugar
That means you, sweetie candy
My childhood - vanished!

This year - gym and eat
Just eat healthy and stay fit 
Work a sweat! That's hott! 

Yea


Hott Geek

You and you Colored Shorts
& 'Em country flags
The way you'r authoritarian face alike in court
And Your eerie all looking handbag

Your "Lucky" bear all bashed
...
        What's the white stuff on it?! ...
Your glasses seems like a Lab Doc. mask
You like totally cart an aid kit

I  get why you study
But 24/7 no amusement,no messing
And like get why you ditch the Fuglies
But Does your house have any manner  of reflection>?

And your breathe's all fishy
It's russian dish you venerate so much
And you start revering to be a jocky
But Sport:YOU can totally not touch


But guess what
You non-understood fool
All what your personality got























Just makes me wanna drool @.@
*Huba* *Huba*

Letter To Alex

yo alex wadup,first off my apolige,couldnt make ur wake,or see your family,cuz when u died i was in denile for a year at least,i still talk to u in prayer,hope u hear it chief,seems like yesterday we would just ride out,all of us skateboards bmx meet at my house,skate thru town gather the whole crew,u still the best flip trickin the 6 set this is so true,*****we would start skate spots and hate cops,remeber cape cod? i still got the sun spots,listen to dmx the whole trip it was dumb hott,skidmore the saratogain wendys,i still run them blocks,congress park were we d congergate and stop,chad muska ghetto blasting the party never stopped,i ll never forget when my mom caught us smokin her marb butts,we was bout 13 back in day be4 starbucks,or the blue bowl first time i got stoned,sorry we lost touch when i went to the group home,how quick we grew up and left home,*****wasnt right now i miss that u left homes,yet this earth is evil,i know when i leave it to i will see you,have bud and drinks ready u know how we do,*****remeber lake placid,we waxed every curb coulnd pass it,and the tree house still spray painted,anarchy signs and gang related,im glad we tagged the inside u were fam just not related,we had fun and bleed together,*****some days wish we were dead together,but i carry on just for my sons sake,dam dog pretty much everyone fake,rich still locked 6 years now,but i gotta stop writting cant control the tears now.....i love u bro i ll never forget you
© K. Gailor  Create an image from this poem.

The 's' On My Chest

I got the S on my chest
Cause I am the best
You wanna come and see
Then follow me, not the rest

I will show you how to rock 
Then show you how to roll
I will show you how to get lean & fit
That’s for sho’!

Cause I’m strong, I’m lean
I’m healthy and fit
My hott Beachbody is too legit to quit

I like to do TurboFire, P90X too
Cause Chalene and Tony don’t play me like no fool

Now I’m jumpin and punchin like never before
Then Shaun T’s got me doin pushups on the floor

Now I’m lookin fine
And I’m feelin great
Yes, doin Beachbody has made me lose weight!

And drinkin Shakeology
From day to day
Gives me lots of energy so I can run and play

So don’t mess with me
And my Beachbody crew
Cause we’ll whip you into shape
And you’ll see a new you

Now don’t be scared
Have no fear
We are here to help you 
Within the next year

So soon you will see 
That YOU are the best
Yes!
Soon you will see
You got the S on YOUR chest!

Peace!


Tool Shed Tagged

Society is wrong
college is too long
a subtle bubble that wraps and cuddles
like snookies thong, its junk
thinkin youre grown up
and matured in 4 years
under pressure of peers
that cant release till 2 beers
Youve smeared your smirk
your boys seared and jerked to be frank ya furt
it stanks that the mirror doesnt flirt
so is that why,
you try treat me second rate
then kaput and dog what i say
cause youre insecure and afraid
and its got to gnaw at the base
im the salt to your taste
I hope all of these words
are a saw to your face


ive stirred the hornets nest
hoppin the fence with each  rhyme
like i was just south of the most southwest lines
its time to diss this order, screw the court of florida
this border torture is a scorcher
but we can afford ta pay for ya house, a spouse, hospital bills,
more of whatever you feel and  all of your mental disorders
its hilarious, my diss burns like asparagus 
when you piss out your arogance in the middle of the toilet
Its so hott I could drop a egg in it and hard boil it
you've baked your plans o imma have to spoil it
you could saran-wrap your grams and still foil it
Just cover your manhood when the recoil hits

Worth the Wait Vol.Ii

Me, I'm in a different type mind set wit this reunion 
I'm looking forward to it's going to be hard to be patient 
but highly necessary, so I guess you can say when this
world gets too much I need you not be hesitant to 
carry me over that stumbling block yeah, I'm hott, 
on fire for God but I'm still in need of your warmth
this loneliness got my emotions emotionally torn 
like a sharp thorn I vision on the date that we meet 
Heaven itself will sound the horns because at that 
moment we have reaped our harvest, and even 
when you go threw the worst of the things
I'll be right there to lead you outta darkness 
I'm awaiting that reunion, and because you're 
a woman of God I know I'll get closer to you 
just by taking holy communion. You see I'm a 
kingdom man and in that castle I await my queen,
yeah I know you're worth the wait so I await 
in suspense that which is still unseen.
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.

Abusive Hot Line

he Was an abusive man and led her by the hand
Took her to a room and beat her till she was black and blue
In fear she didn’t know what to do , so she called the
ABUSIVE HOTT LINE – they told her to come in and she’d be fine.

With this group there was no hesitation
They filled out the reports and took her to the police station.
A restraining order was filed to protect her and her child.

He had done this many times before and they let him walk out the door.
No others had filed charges against him and he’d walk out with a grin.
But with her he could not be within fifty yards
Otherwise he’d be charged.

The ABUSIVE LINE is open to everyone
Don’t wait till they have a gun.
The abuser wants to be in control of your mind, body and soul.
To them it’s the greatest power to control your every hour.
And put fear in your mind and keep you meek so you stay in line
No matter where you live you will find an ABUSIVE HOT LINE..
Reach out while you can and get yourself a helping hand.

© L . RAMS 041415
© Louis Rams  Create an image from this poem.

Drunk Again

I went to a bar with Goose… 

I got drunk again

fell off my stool…

damn I got drunk again

I met this hott chick…

too bad I got drunk again

I kissed a fat girl…

I must be drunk again!

they kicked me out of the bar…

because I got drunk again

I threw up on myself…

I hate being drunk again

finally got home the next day…

doors locked and wife screaming

Sorry but I got drunk again!

History Class

I wonder if Chris likes me....
Why is Paul staring at my breasts?
Does this shirt make me look fat?
I'm tired.
Where did my pencil go?
I want some chocolate.
Did Brooke tell anyone what I did???
Will I get an A in PE?
I wish it would snow.
This chair is very uncomfortable.
When will the bell ring?
I have to pee.
I wonder if Chris likes my hair like this...
Where's my i-pod?
Anne's hair looks pretty today.
Why is Paul staring at my butt?
This class is so boring.
My bladder is about to explode.
I need some peanut-butter
Is Lindsey still mad at me?
Where did my pencil go?
Chris is so hott in that shirt.
Can I dri.....

"Miss. Burks, can you give us the answer?"

Uh-Oh....
© Alli B.  Create an image from this poem.

Small Town Witch

They say ima witch, voodoo magics my game...
They say I dance naked, and summon the rain...


500 years old, and still smokin ass hott...
That may be so, but a witch I am not...


I play in the creek, and stack rocks kinda Wierd...
Steps to a spell, I guess it appears


Cobwebs thru out my creepy old home,
A a mean old tom cat, besides him ima alone. 


Anyone new is warned the same way. 
Danger danger u best stay away,


My feelings are hurt, when ever I hear. 
The town seems to hate me, they all live n fear. 


But I'm just a girl, a sweet one at that. 
But my only friend, is cornbread the cat. 


He knows the truth, but he'll never tell. 
I live isolated, my own kind of hell. 


If people would only know the real me. 
Just a scared lil girl, they're too blind too see.
© April Lee  Create an image from this poem.

Curiosity Killed the Cat

teacup, fat...round.
you're not from here.
boxed up...reminiscence of a past, light coating.
push my brain to think when it just wants to avert attention.
but surprisingly, intrigue.
go figure...
sexy, hott, smooth...but that is unknown.
words glide with ease with lips that could take your breath away.
a lingering weapon...pounce..and taken away, entranced.
question me, ill question you.
yet, there still more to learn.

I'M Hott

Let me borrow your ear
So take a timeout and jus listen
I don’t even wanna brag 
But I hotter than a used up kitchen
Im stuck in a south side livin
To some ima young life crisis 
People look at me from angles
And wonder how I turned out like this
I meaner than most
And don’t give a “what”
What someone got to say
To me its like trust
You get what you pay
I keep my head up
And refuse to let one get me down
My day went good
If its not me with a frown
I hate cold weather
But I keep my heart iced out
Some people say they know me
But how much of me they know about
Forget havin friends
I stay loyal to myself
Yea so treat me like fire
Come against me you gonna need extra help

Jess Voice

Goodmorning
(Table says datt)
Ooooouuhhhhh
(Jess voice ),

Wyd
(Table says datt)
Ooooouuhhhhh, chillin
(Jess voice),

Dam it's fkn HoTT today , don't Cha think
( Table says datt)
Ooooouuhhhh, fr
(Jess Voice), 

"Wya?",
(Jess voice)
Ooooouuhhhh, n Slow
(Table say's datt)

Oooooouuhhhh , " bring me bak something to eat den ?",
 (Jess voice)
Ooooouuhhhhh I'll try
(Table says datt )

Ooooouuhhhhh
(Jess voice )
Say datt
(Tables voice)

Oooooouuhhhh , k den Love you
(Table says datt)
ooooouuhhhh,k den love you too
(Jess Voice)
 
Say datt
(Tables voice)
Oooooouuhhhh
(Jess Voice)

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