STEP 1: Create a poem that you wouldn't mind having diplayed on my website.
STEP 2:Put it into your computer and type it up.
STEP 3: Email it to me along with your FULL NAME and the date on witch your poem was written.
As soon as I have recived your poem,Name, and date I will put it on my site. However if U do NOT wish for your name to be display note to me that you want to be known as Anonymous. Then I will put anonymos in place of your name. E-mail all of your poems to me at : [email protected]
I will post your poem ASAP.
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As well as if U'd like to see something New or Complaints please send ANYTHING you have in mind.
I appriciate this VERY much... I am trying to make this website the best one ever so I am open for ANY Ideas, Suggestions, or Complaints.... Please send them to the E-mail adress above.
Sweet One,
may you be
cradled by the moon
and its beams
of soothing silver.
Child,
may you be
gently, warmly wrapped
in the down
of night's navy quilt.
Precious,
may you be
guarded by angels
numerous
as the vast sky's stars.
Baby,
may your dreams
be sweet and pretty
as you sleep
in night's breathless hush
I wish u understood me
I wish u could see
That I am not the little girl
That I used to be
You are my mother
And I love u for that
But there our sometimes
I wish you would get off my fuckin back
I hate when you bitch at me
For no reason at all
You don�t realize I�m krazy
And for that, I build up my own wall
I can�t talk to you
You wouldn�t listen anyways
Because of that, I rebel
And go my own way
But the way I�m going
Is not the right way
Sometimes I look for you
For a way out
.
So please lay off
And let me do my own thing
Maybe if you would give me more space
I�d fucking be more sane
And I�m telling you true
If you fuck with my man
You will be screwed
What the hell are you trying to do?
Bitch it�s not my man that wants you
So don�t give him notes
And you better not call
Don�t ever try to talk him up
In the hall
I tired to be nice
I tired to be fair
But if you ever touch him again
I�m letting it all bare
So I�m warning you now
So listen to what I say
If you go near my man
You will pay!
The Bruise Upon My Skin reflects my past momments. It reflects all the things I have done good or bad. The people I have met, And the things I have seen. The Bruise reflects my life, And lemme' Tell you it has never been easyAnd it seems it's going to stay that way. My father Loves me but, still even my closest friends cannot see The Bruise Upon My Skin......
Help me oh Lord I feel Like I am dying.
I need my Father to be by my side.
This precious mommment when I finally get to meet you.
I haven't forgotten Lord I have made a commitment. While I am still being kicked in the side This isn't my choice, Still I die...
Thanks for Visiting....
AMANDA