The joy of your
your first
The joy of holding
something
The joy of holding
your first child
Happy father's day to
all those out there
who have someone to
hold
Poetic Challenge (Life Situations)
The words that i speak some may listen but others may not care to because they may see it's wrong or hurtful or there be jeopardized for it. Look i am not trying to hurt anyone just trying to make my voice be heard, if you care to listen then read all you can and leave me a comment or even questions. I won't be afraid to answer them all.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Father's Day
Saturday, April 28, 2012
(Day 11) Lampshade
Lampshade just lying there
on the chair
It was use as
a weapon against my
face
Lampshade, lampshade, I can't
take another
Lampshade, lampshade, look what
you did to my
mother
You made her a
monster
Poor little lampshade, I
can't look at another.
on the chair
It was use as
a weapon against my
face
Lampshade, lampshade, I can't
take another
Lampshade, lampshade, look what
you did to my
mother
You made her a
monster
Poor little lampshade, I
can't look at another.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Bruise
Black, blue, purple too
Pains that won't go
away
One on my right
leg, one on my
left
There's a bruise here
and there
Don't you see dear,
they won't disappear.
Pains that won't go
away
One on my right
leg, one on my
left
There's a bruise here
and there
Don't you see dear,
they won't disappear.
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