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Lately, my mood in my poetry changes everyday. I just got over major writers block, and some of the poems I wrote during the block are just weird. But I don't want to delete them. Where I may not like them, somebody else may.

I'm a southern girl, born and raised in GA. So I love country music, and rock. It's a given. But I do like a bit of rap and hip-hop. Especially reggaeton! Anywayz, if there's anything you wanna know about me, just ask!


Oh! There's two people who have written poems for me and I got to give it to them. These poems are awesome! The poets are too!!

The first is called Distilled Gin(arose) by Ted E Bare

Dancing naked under the moon and stars
I was holding her tightly close to my heart
Sweet lips locked as our bodies provided heat
Tantalizing me as she became my freaky treat
I was in awe with her dangerous sleek curves
Long auburn hair with brown eyes to pierce my nerves
Leading me through her provocative danger
Entrancing me as a lover, no longer a stranger
Demanding it rough and finishing it smooth
Going through the motions with all the right moves
I take her to heaven as we go another round
Never letting up, never slowing down
a rose
reinforcing our romance like the flower itself
observing the chemistry we found in ourselves
shining like the stars in an endless sky
embracing this new found love for you and I



And the second poem is Take a bow, Distilled Gin by ConvictedFelony


Take a bow, Distilled Gin
That southern accent.
That soft sexy voice of torment.
I cant be your superman,
but loving you like Clark Kent.
I've flowed about love
with twenty five cent rings,
loving poetically,
and everything ex's have meant to me.
Mostly negativity
coming from my words about their fidelity.
To be your man,
would measure the inequality in this Felony.
Odd enough it seems..
I obviously keep love sacred
and speak harsh when females misplace it.
Lets face it..
I'm no pimp, no player,
underneath all these criminal layers
lays a romantic man
living on a prayer.
Flowing with no cussing,
no swearing
respecting a lady.. Distilled Gin.
I have a heart for you that beats within.
We both have been unblessed
without a golden trophy life to win.
Both have life's theme music
playing a sad violin.
But it's not to late baby..
Together we can beat fate
and create our own way
to sedate the hate.
Take a bow baby..
You just found your loving soul mate.
Your my alcohol bottle,
I close my eyes,
tip the glass, and swallow.
Distilled Gin
has my romance in full throttle.
"Love 'em n leave 'em"was never my motto..
Baby..your beauty has this convict
crazy like a criminal desperado.
I love you, you love me..
but what follows?
I am no lucky man..
but your my winning lotto.
My loves real,
my hearts..hollow.
You got to fill the empty space
to relieve my heart ache sorrows.
Promises of tomorrows
are like a bum who borrows.
I want to live, feel, love now.
Like KA-POW!
Take a bow baby..
You broke through my emotional wall
that I put up as a vow
to never allow a female
to put me back on that loving cloud.
Be proud baby..Take a bow..
In my heart..
Your entrance is allowed.




~~~~Abortion IS Wrong!!~~~~

Month One

Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of
your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your
heart beat is my favorite lullaby.



Month Two

Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could
definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home
though. It is so nice and warm in here.



Month Three

You know what Mommy, I'm a girl !! I hope that makes you happy. I always want
you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad
too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.



Month Four

Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a
lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my
fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it
too.



Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a
baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?



Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it?
It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No .
. .



Month Seven

Mommy, I'm not okay. I'm dead, how could you be so mean? Why didn't you want me Mommy?



Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. Take this and if you have a heart, place this on your page. ♥

~There are so many alternatives to abortions. Use birth control! Or if you do get pregnant and don't want a baby... Give him/her up for adoption! If there wasn't a reason for you to be carrying a child, then you wouldn't be carrying a child. It doesn't happen unless it's supposed to. Even when you're not meant to have a child... maybe you're meant to deliver a child to someone else. God Bless!