Let's make a pact:
let's forget the past
Footsteps from behind, there are no more
Thorns that are love bonds now
Past perfect. ..passed on!...
PS studing Erivas
So after all these years I've
spent with you, you have done me wrong.
By letting my name disappear, you have done me wrong.
I'm sad and hurt, but I won't let you treat me this way.
For I know I am good and in a special way
I'll rise again.
So, you have hidden my name under new
and you have taken my Poems and scaittered them away.
But I am good and I will rise again.
My name--Marilyn and I am a Poetress
and Just like Maya, I will rise again.
So, hide me, cover my name.
My poems will rise again.
If we could
Soft voices
strong demeanor
too many choices
is it worth bleedin’ until forever
afraid of commitin’ misdemeanors
if we could I would but we can’t
be happy to turn reality into fantasy
Enchant…
if I went I couldn’t come back
guilty consciences speak loudly
not worth losin’ my sanity
cause sanity loves me and only me
as I sit here and daydream…
we sit under beautiful shady trees
with a slight breeze…
picnicking to the sound of hmmm…
Miss Italy Tha Poetress singing
wonderin’ what you’re thinkin’
I look you in the eyes
and I’m completely mesmerized
there’s somethin’ about this fly boy
that keeps me hypnotized
I lean in to kiss you
and then I realize…
that I’m blinded by lust
that we can’t… even if I must
that I ….am not the only one
my sanity taps me on the shoulder
and wakes me up from daydreaming
the reason for fantasy being fantasy…
is so that I could still be me loving my sanity
and living reality like I should endlessly
Written by Aleasha Martin
A REAL CUTIE
As cute as can be.
Her name is Linda-Marie.
Holding a ball.
Toss it against the wall.
Sweetheart poetress.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Linda-Marie's"Baby babbles"contest.
I Am Killing Poets
I am killing poets.
Just because i am one, now that i became one.
I want to be the only one, I want to be the son.
the poets son; the only one; the ambassador of fun.
I am killing poets one by one.
Just to be the new one, just to be the pure one.
Just because of one; she loves me.
A poetress; she aches to rhyme with me,
come dine with me,
come sixtynine with me.
She knoes her namme.
SHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I am killing poets just two be the only one.
Poets are read and my violet she is blue.
I am killing poets they are dying two bye two.
I am killing poets with my gun.(not)
I am just writing to have fun.
Charles Hice