how are you sistas doing check out my cousins poetry site
http://www.ellemclin.com
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corey Author
LOVE! FRIEND OR ENEMY?
love could be your best friend or your worst enemy/
it always seems too give me the most painful of injuries/
maybe it's because i give too much of my own self/
and care more for the other then i do my own self/
would of given up my own health/
if this is what it took too get her on well/
cause that's how much she mean to me/
nightmare turned into a dream for me/
gray skies saying bye now blue is my new scenery/
at times i still catch myself thinking it will never be/
most people only want green they the lettuce thief/
they rather choose hell over someone who would treat them so heavenly/
it just doesn't make since to me/ maybe we should think more sensibly/
and try too follow GOD more endlessly/
cause with CHRIST in our life there will never be no end to we/
but only time will tell if were meant too be! (TIC TOC, TIC TOC)
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Hubert Tyson Jr. Author
In this day of turmoil and strife,
The lazy man's role
Is being played by his wife-
The man says---,
"Why; I've worked all week
So Sundays I'll rest"
But men, hell's fire
Will surely be your test-
For it is great to work
To make the ends meet
But the Master's WORD
In your heart, you must keep.
For men when we lag
In this Christian Race
There is a Pressing~On Woman
Just a-waiting to take our place
That's why {WE} have to
Answer God's call
For It Is (TIME) To Be Men
Or Be Nothing At All!!!
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Dwaun Williams Author
So you wanna leave, cuz I don't wear my heart on my sleeve?
Well i want you to stay, but f it heres the keyz.
You take that drive, and while u on that ride.
Just imagine that last look I had in my eyes.
I been traumatized... My momma died.
And my daddy died, how the hell are you surprised?
The stuff I been through aint the type of stuff that you could hide.
I open my eyes, every morning like I'm still alive?
I lay in bed... pillow on my head.
I dont move I just lay and check my arms and legs.
No bullet holes, my head still attached.
Im surprised the weight on my shoulders aint broke my back.
So you can leave this house, and close the door behind you.
Cuz you dont know me im wasting time tryna remind you.
http://www.ellemclin.com
tell me what you think
sign up
become a writer and post your own stuff up there
****************************
corey Author
LOVE! FRIEND OR ENEMY?
love could be your best friend or your worst enemy/
it always seems too give me the most painful of injuries/
maybe it's because i give too much of my own self/
and care more for the other then i do my own self/
would of given up my own health/
if this is what it took too get her on well/
cause that's how much she mean to me/
nightmare turned into a dream for me/
gray skies saying bye now blue is my new scenery/
at times i still catch myself thinking it will never be/
most people only want green they the lettuce thief/
they rather choose hell over someone who would treat them so heavenly/
it just doesn't make since to me/ maybe we should think more sensibly/
and try too follow GOD more endlessly/
cause with CHRIST in our life there will never be no end to we/
but only time will tell if were meant too be! (TIC TOC, TIC TOC)
**************************
Hubert Tyson Jr. Author
In this day of turmoil and strife,
The lazy man's role
Is being played by his wife-
The man says---,
"Why; I've worked all week
So Sundays I'll rest"
But men, hell's fire
Will surely be your test-
For it is great to work
To make the ends meet
But the Master's WORD
In your heart, you must keep.
For men when we lag
In this Christian Race
There is a Pressing~On Woman
Just a-waiting to take our place
That's why {WE} have to
Answer God's call
For It Is (TIME) To Be Men
Or Be Nothing At All!!!
********************************
Dwaun Williams Author
So you wanna leave, cuz I don't wear my heart on my sleeve?
Well i want you to stay, but f it heres the keyz.
You take that drive, and while u on that ride.
Just imagine that last look I had in my eyes.
I been traumatized... My momma died.
And my daddy died, how the hell are you surprised?
The stuff I been through aint the type of stuff that you could hide.
I open my eyes, every morning like I'm still alive?
I lay in bed... pillow on my head.
I dont move I just lay and check my arms and legs.
No bullet holes, my head still attached.
Im surprised the weight on my shoulders aint broke my back.
So you can leave this house, and close the door behind you.
Cuz you dont know me im wasting time tryna remind you.
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