I really put all I have into my poems, and I am always writing. My twin sister found this site and it was perfect for us, people could read our poems and tell us truthfully what they thought of them... thanks to all of those who read them. |
I hear your sweet voice beckon me
I come limping toward the sound...
I'm watching you cut
I'm watching you pop...
I'm letting go
Of your strong grip...
There's no turning back now
It's finally going to end...
Let me empty my heart
Down into your brain...
How do you say goodbye
when you know in your heart...
FLOAT ABOVE THE TOIL AND SUFFERING
THE LIFE AND LOVE OF LUXURY...
This that you see,
The body I'm in...
Some people say
Only men will forget...
If you cry, you prove you're brave
The leader is their personal slave...
I slit a sheet a sheet I slit upon the slitted sheet I sit. (try saying that five times fast without cursing!) |
I went down to the temple to pray, studying about the Buddah way and who will pat the big belly oh no oh Buddah let\'s go down let\'s go down, come on down. Oh Buddah, let\'s go down down to the temple to pray. |
Music is like a cornfield maze: people will pay to get lost in it. _By Michelle |