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  • Coco Nitty Aka Peter Cloutier (1/22/2013 3:19:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    This is a good poem to dedicate to your Future Girl.

    Future Girl:

    Hey girl, come over here,
    Where we can get together
    And share a beer.
    I'll tell you who I am
    And I'll share my heart.
    If loving you's a game,
    I'll play my part.
    You can spend a night
    Or we can wait for another.
    Trust me girl, I won't leave you -
    A single mother.
    But when we get together,
    Gotta know we go'n cuddle.
    When the lights go out,
    Best know we go'n huddle.
    Be my blanket
    I'll be your pillow,
    We hit the bed -
    Like a (sleeping) willow.
    I'd rather grind with you
    Than ball alone,
    So if you hearing me girl,
    Just pick up the phone,
    If a female were a girl.
    Talking to you my heart would swirl,
    But if one thing is true,
    You are, My Future Girl.

    ~~Coco Nitty~~
    ~~Peter Cloutier~~

  • Busy Dsa (1/22/2013 12:40:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    They live to grow, they grow to die
    They die to be abused at the rapists’ try
    This is Woman's life

    One brave girl, who looked rather same
    No one suspected she was carrying a flame
    Women get annoyed

    They crashed the gate, They lead the fight
    Everyone united to their left and right
    Women Not Alone

    We will fight for women's freedom
    And hold our heads high
    We will fly free with the men, or die….
    Women Fight Back

  • Busy Dsa (1/22/2013 12:12:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    Shoot Back Silence

    The words spilt
    The words of desire
    They touched the materials
    But could not touch the sky
    The sky has love, the words feared
    Words dropped down in silence
    Words are deaf and dumb

    Pointless, sick and tired
    The words retuned to their master
    Stay alert, said Newton
    In law the third
    that when words bounce back
    they burn you to dirt.

    Killed and dead and blood in the bed
    A word edit could have helped
    Words acted very well
    louder than words itself
    and as they murd the master
    he din't cry over spilt words

  • Busy Dsa (1/22/2013) Post reply Stage

    Chocolate Misanthropist
    I love my love
    love you my love
    Never loved someone so much before
    I brayed with pride
    All the above clichés

    Some cocoa, some butter
    Little milk and some sugar
    They made a team
    That thick soft cream
    Call it a delicious alloy

    It came out packed,
    Strapped and wrapped
    It grabbed my attention and oh my five dollars
    Price no love, so I took them along
    Took them to my love

    My love show hate
    Wtf, Inside me said
    She hated that concoction
    She said I don't love chocolates
    I hate them, wokhay

    All those efforts
    The five dollar efforts
    Are not just five dollars
    Who will understand that thing

    But I forgot to tell you something
    That she hated chocolates,
    Not me not me
    I am a die hard chocolate fan
    When I see I fly,

    As she said no,
    It made me happy
    And in one go
    I hate the half,
    and the rest in another.

    I loved her forever
    For my love for cocoa
    With milk and sugar
    I could not share
    With anyone

  • Daisy Flores (1/19/2013 11:49:00 PM) Post reply Stage

    God is looking above me.
    God is Watching me Above me.
    God is pertecting me
    God Is Washing the Evil thoughts out my mind.
    God Only wants me Go God thoughts on his worlds.
    God Give me his Soul i was Weak now im strong.
    I remember That i walked to the middle off the carss I wanted them to hit me.
    GOD cares about me
    God loves me
    God Needs me
    God knows About my words
    I respect God Words.
    Sometimes i sit down Cry broken Heart Tears Dropping out my eyes.
    Sometimes i feel So lonely But Im not alone.God Knows Im going through
    God Lovess me.
    God needs me
    When i sleep i know (GoD) Pertecting me
    I know god is Holding me tight while i sleep
    God Knows who i Am..
    Im Female.
    I know What im doing.
    Ill Walk With GOD.
    GOD only watching above me.
    God Only Wants me Be Safe.
    God only Wants me Be Safe
    I know That i feel Sometimes Unhappy
    I know that i feel sometimed Hates.
    God just knows Who i Am
    God pertecting me above me where ever i go....
    GOD Is watching me Above me where ever i gooo....
    I Remember i Aint The Same Girl nomore
    I remember I aint Going bad things
    I remember i dont want say Die
    I wannna Live I want God Be with mw.
    God is watching above me
    God is pertecting me

  • Nic Hillen (1/19/2013 4:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage


    I hide my head inside a dream
    Where evil is dismissed
    War is never heard of
    And pain does not exist
    But reality quickly grabs at me
    So suddenly im aware
    That everyday when I wake
    I enter my nightmare

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    • Star Johnson (1/21/2013 6:14:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      I like this poem, it rhymes and it shows a specific and new point of view, hope you continue to write :)

  • Sriharsha Karnati (1/19/2013 4:13:00 AM) Post reply Stage


    Twice I walked on him,
    saw a woman hide under his bed.

    I felt betrayed, I felt rage
    I ruled over it,
    like a loser's mock.
    I asked him straight,
    Had his love forgotten the path?

    He showed me the mirror,
    asked me if I could
    see the change.
    The mirror knows,
    it tracks me daily.

    Sunken face and a pale skin,
    no love for me or for anyone.
    The wind blows north, I stay still,
    the wind blows south and I stand, still.

    Dead leaves over my dead brother
    haven't moved yet,
    when love is lost,
    love doesn't bother.

    I saw him put down,
    and all his love went to rest.
    This sad face will tear
    with a little empathy and so,
    I kept my man away.

    I lose him now or lose myself,
    A love for love is no match,
    I think I'll wait
    till the leaves are down.

  • Sriharsha Karnati (1/19/2013 4:10:00 AM) Post reply Stage


    I fall, I stretch
    to the deepest bottoms of this world of wells.
    One new day in the fresh fragrance
    I soar high as a kite.
    One new day in the foul dark,
    I crumple to a corner with blinds on.

    I fret, I like, I love to shirk
    as a mute spectator
    To every dip and trace of time
    as it passes on.

    Sometimes I’m ashamed,
    I dig my head into the wet sand.
    The other times I’m triumphant
    before I pull my trunk into high air
    and trumpet.

    Some reach me for a saving,
    Some say I am but a roadblock,
    Some cry and wet the sand I dig into,
    But some...some,
    make me a whore.

    I am there, invisible
    in every alley that you are,
    but fret not, I have blinds on.
    I wail, I laugh, I sneer, I feel hurt and sink
    When you say things,
    you see
    I am a depressed child.

  • Hidekazu inoue (1/18/2013 9:15:00 AM) Post reply Stage

    The dream in moment
    As an illusion
    and a phantom
    All bone also revives.
    Sakura is in full bloom now.

  • Breaking Allegiance (1/14/2013 4:04:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply Stage

    I Won't Go Down Like The Other Zombies.

    You won't take me,
    Alive or dead.
    I'm stronger than the river.
    Even when the water runs red.

    The others may be blind folded,
    But I can see clearly,
    The kind destruction that you bring to me.

    And I won't leave my people,
    Another zombie caught by you.
    But a hero,
    A hero that stood up to a mile long queue,
    Of zombies, engineered to kill.

    I'm still a human.
    Not yet infected with your disease.
    I won't be turned,
    Into one of these.

    I won't end up like them.
    I'm much, much stronger.

    I know your name,
    Your game.
    And I won't be roped into it.
    I am going to survive.

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    • Star Johnson (1/21/2013 6:13:00 PM) Post reply Stage

      I think that this is a very interesting piece, I think that you definitely posses a type of talent, . I hope that you'll continue to write!

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