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Coco Nitty Aka Peter Cloutier
(1/22/2013 5:38:00 PM)
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Since the moment we met,
We've been bonded together,
I know you'd never leave me,
No matter the mood or the weather,
I've gotten used to the your hands,
Brushing my hair.
I've actually come to like it,
It cheers me up in despair.
I rarely feel sad,
While your by my side,
And you always feel glad,
To play with me and you tried
To make those times last forever.
But forever does end,
And now were both trying hard,
To make sure it's not a trend.
I'm just getting old,
Although I lasted awhile,
It's hard to run and jump.
Just happy I'm not senile.
So today I just want to let you know,
No matter where you go,
I'll always be with you,
I'm the dog you loved like a pro,
Thanks to you,
I lived to be happy,
And as I grew,
I may have been snappy,
But my message to you,
Is to never stop living,
And the son I left behind,
Is what I'm giving...
To my best friend. -
Coco Nitty Aka Peter Cloutier
(1/22/2013 5:10:00 PM)
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Screwed that up.
It goes like this:
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.
You be my blanket.
And I'll be your pillow,
Then we hit the bed -
And go to sleep like a 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 pearl.
Talking to you my heart would swirl,
But if one thing is true,
You are, My Future Girl.
~~Coco Nitty~~
~~Peter Cloutier~~
~~2013~~ -
Coco Nitty Aka Peter Cloutier
(1/22/2013 3:19:00 PM)
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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~~
~~2013~~ -
Busy Dsa
(1/22/2013 12:40:00 AM)
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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)
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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)
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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
You?
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)
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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.
I REMEMBER
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)
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DREAM!
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 nightmareReplies for this message:-
Star Johnson
(1/21/2013 6:14:00 PM)
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I like this poem, it rhymes and it shows a specific and new point of view, hope you continue to write :)
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Star Johnson
(1/21/2013 6:14:00 PM)
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Sriharsha Karnati
(1/19/2013 4:13:00 AM)
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BROKEN LOVE
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)
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JUST
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.
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