Somewhere in Africa there is a plain.
Where the dirt i love has not seen rain.
The blazing sun sucked dry every growing grain.
Where i once played all day.
Have we forgotten that lovely May?
To a place where great heart aches lay.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Unfinished
Posted by A D D at 1:39 AM 2 comments
Monday, June 8, 2009
I Got A Bullet With My Name On It
You, me and a loaded gun between us
What brought us here, it was our lust
You cry about me loving you enough
To give my own life, yes its rough
But you must understand
I loaded the gun with my own hand
Put one bullet in
To see who we are within
I sit there waiting for your choice
I can hear the cry in your voice
I am the monster that stole your heart
You should of already blowen me apart
Kissing my lips, I guess I should of figured
Damn you already pulled the trigger.
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Sunday, June 7, 2009
A Boy
I take your little hand in mine,
and realize you have so much time
To be the man that God created you to be
To play in a world that has so much to see.
Laughing comes easy without a doubt
Tears come within the first pout
But soon a smile reappears
and there are no more tears
You look at me and say
"I love you ashwee every day"
I dedicate this poem to Nate Jackson, my favorite hild in all the world!!!
Posted by A D D at 12:25 AM 2 comments
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
A Flithy Letter
You sent me this, "I miss you too, im sorry, i will be silent now"
I don't know where it came from but "wow"
The same message just a different time
The same words look like flith and grime
When will this madness stop
I am screaming from mountain top
Let it be, just walk a way
You and I have nothing to say
I told you if you left me, you could never come back
While holding my hand, you proved a heart is what you lack
Now I sit and breathe the fresh air
Thinking that I shouldn't care
Posted by A D D at 11:50 PM 0 comments
What Do You Feel?
The joy that I forget to mention
is as big as the pain that always talk
Beauty and pain can be seen with each other
as they take a walk
Down your heart lanes,
the problem pain is easy to hear
Beauty is forgotten
and we dwell on the hurt that raveges our soul
i wish i had the art to display happiness
that overflows my heart
Because joy wouldn't feel so good
if it wasn't for pain
Posted by A D D at 11:13 AM 1 comments
