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Laura Cummings Poems
I Love My Daddy (Age16)
I love loving my Daddy, I love it when he gives me love, It started when i was 5-6 years old, It used to hurt when my Daddy loved me,
A Vicious Cycle
Taking life and feeding death a broken path, a fork in the road. Screaming, beating, defeating, not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Feather light wings that float softly through the air tickled by specks of dust. Bright white light inflamed with pink and laced with gold. Raising flowers, changing seasons, singing in high pitched voices that only children can hear.
Memories And Heroes
We had the chance But it never happened And now im left with the ghosts of memories Saying whisper something nice and ill make you scream twice.
A Poem To Jack
I was snooping around my mates lap, And his name was Jack, What was found there, Can only be described,
I race to your side and press my hands against your warm smooth skin, Our eyes lock I take a deep breath and the connection begins, I see into your soul and wonder if you can see mine, I feel our souls entwine as I get a rush of images,
Dont Bite Me!
dont bite me, dont scar me, dont take my life with your hands, dont rip me,
Its Always About You
I haven’t much of time, So I’ll say this as honestly as I can in the 2 minuets I have, I will always be around for you, Whenever you need me,
The Song That Triggers My Memory
As she lay dying with the radio playing softly in the background, The notes of a song so sweet tickled and triggered her memory, Number one in the charts the week she was born, Playing at her eighteenth birthday party as she floated and swayed in a glorious dance,
Touch me, Tickle me... Spank me. Take me, I'm you're love puppet, Stick you're pins in me,
This Is My Last Goodbye
Who am I? Please don’t just say my name with a silly grin, I haven’t got the toughest of skin, And my life is beginning to feel like a sin.
What Is A Poem?
What is a poem? Is it a child running free without a care in the world, With no idea of the tough times ahead. What is a poem?
Bad W Riting
“E-nun-ci-ate! ” screaming at the top of lungs, Speak correctly or keep your mouth shut. “Spell check! ” You’ve spelt that wrong what’s the matter with you? Rips out the page before yelling to start over.
Ultimo Momenti Come Un Spinster, Primi...
Camminando lentamente io guardo a voi, Prendendo respiri profondi come me, I miei ultimi momenti, come me, Prima di sigillare come 'noi',
I Love My Daddy (Age16)
I love loving my Daddy,
I love it when he gives me love,
It started when i was 5-6 years old,
It used to hurt when my Daddy loved me,
But recently it started feeling good,
I love it when he creeps into my room late at night,
And reminds me as always that its our little secret,
And that everyone does it they just dont like to talk about it,
No wonder everyone does it when it feels so good,
I love it when he touches my neck,
To my lower soft spot,
He touches so gently yet firmly,
Slow then fast,
then he lifts my arms above my head while kissing...