I've been writing poetry off and on since I was a 14 year old freshmen in high school. None of my pieces are perfect and I kinda think my poetry means more to me than any of my readers but I still urge you to read my poetry and find meaning in it for yourself. I have been published locally. I think the weirdest part about creating my poetry is: I just open my heart and I hear these verses in my head. Sometimes it's upsetting others, its gratifying. I would be lost without this way to express myself. I hope you find yourself as addicted to reading poetry as I am to be creating it. Much Love, Ms.Sweets! |
Love of mine,
your lips so sweet...
Screaming your name,
silently in my head...
The love I feel,
hurts my heart...
Listen to the beating,
Of my happy heart...
Missing him so badly.
Crying a silent tear...
I'm looking down my path. It's leading no where...
How it be?
Sparklier than a gangster...
Once in a lifetime.
You'll meet a guy like the one I let go...
Afraid of the future
afraid of the past...
When he smiled, my heart stopped.
and I saw butterflies all around us...
"Well aren't you the tick for my tack in this conversation that's leading down a one way road to the middle of f%#@ing my pussy harder than a horses cock gets when it eats a green skittle ooo ni99a I can't wait." |
~What lies behind us and lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.~ |
~I was up there looking for your fat ass for 45 minutes and your ass isn't hard to find unless your Helen Keller or something.~ |