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Sorry Not Sorry If I Got a Chance
Payback is going to be one horrible thing; And you know what, I'm the baddest of them all The fact I'm now looking for revenge.
By Lizzy Arrow8 years ago in Poets
King James Brown
King James Brown is a man that pays tribute to the original James Brown ( May 3, 1933 – December 25, 2006) whom we know as the Godfather of Soul. He is gone but not forgotten. King James Brown performs and sings James Brown's songs. It's almost like having the original James Brown back again. King James has the Godfather's look and image. He has a voice and sounds like James Brown. King James also moves like the Godfather of Soul.
By Gail Nobles8 years ago in Beat
The Sun Kissed the Sky Goodnight
The sun kissed the sky "goodnight" as she fell asleep. The sky blushed, her cheeks flushed with deep ruby reds and royal blues. It was evenings like this the sky found it practically impossible to conceal her affliction towards her beloved sunlight.
By Jacqueline Taylor8 years ago in Poets
My Heart is Made of Glass
One Day, I gave you my heart, cold and made of glass. Out its velvet box, lost in the writhing mass. It's not as perfect as yours, in a completely different class.
By John Joseph8 years ago in Poets
Relationships
Grass is green where it is watered, Relationship is strong when it is nurtured, Nurtured with love, Nurtured with care, Nurtured with hope,
By Shweta 8 years ago in Poets
When the Night Comes
The day is fine. Filled with hope and daydreams of the future. I walk around with cares as little as what I'll eat next cuz I always have to be thinking 10 steps ahead. But when the night comes so does fear. It envelopes my positivity like an eclipse. The light and all my hope disappearing into the stomach of the night. While mine growls. I look scanning my surroundings like an animal being hunted. Alert but exhausted all at once. My steps seem louder now quickening with pace, oh I wish I had mace...to keep a distance from the man following me. Maybe I'm just overtired imagining things. I think in lost him I don't see anyone around. Breathing a sigh of relief I then feel a sharp pain in my neck of God it stings! Everything goes black. When I awaken I feel sick. There's a man on top of me. I can feel the cold air all over my basket body. I try to move or scream but my limbs are like bricks. I can't tell where I am, it's so dark. But the pain inside me is telling that nothing is right. I need to get out of here. I manage to get 1 word out. No. And I feel a cloth over my mouth. Everything goes dark...not again. When I wake this time I'm able to move. There's puke on me...I don't remember throwing up. I look around and the man is nowhere to be found. Just me and my naked body on cold crumpled leaves in the wooded area of what used to be my neighborhood. My clothes are strewn to my right side so I grab them and put them on as quickly as possible praying he doesn't come back again. I nervously scan the woods as I shove my foot into my shoes. I run to the police building and into the bathroom to lay on the floor and try to get some sleep. "You brought it on yourself!" or so I've been told by the sheep. I have work tomorrow morning. I can't let this distract me otherwise I'll never get out of this situation...this...homelessness as they call it. I can't wait until it's over, I can't wait for the sun, cuz when the night comes...out come the rapists and the bums.
By Rosemarie8 years ago in Poets
Spark
Whirlwind of emotions occupy my head A heart full of feeling It’s been a minute since it’s bled Green eyes, mirrored, reflect back at me
By Jennifer Lopez8 years ago in Poets
Portland
Oh how cruel; to see the sea behind bars, to be stolen and broken for a war on consciousness- that far precedes my pain.
By Zeno Antonius8 years ago in Poets