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J'aime être à puce comme Mick Scofield
Et aussi aimé les jolies filles
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# Posté le mardi 24 novembre 2009 05:16
Modifié le mardi 24 novembre 2009 05:29
wissal
The Poem Of Like
On the dreadful day of March 30, 2001
I would finally realize fate
One saw myself get closer to the sun
At that point of time there was not one ounce of hate
All I could think about was love
Then I close my eyes,
And visualize the man above
All the sudden all I could hear were the cries
Were they Angels?
Were they prophets?
As my head was in a mangle
I watered like a faucet
The people spoke
Were they there to assist?
Then I woke
And wanted to give myself a kiss
On the dreadful day of March 30, 2001
I would finally realize fate...
On the dreadful day of March 30, 2001
I would finally realize fate
One saw myself get closer to the sun
At that point of time there was not one ounce of hate
All I could think about was love
Then I close my eyes,
And visualize the man above
All the sudden all I could hear were the cries
Were they Angels?
Were they prophets?
As my head was in a mangle
I watered like a faucet
The people spoke
Were they there to assist?
Then I woke
And wanted to give myself a kiss
On the dreadful day of March 30, 2001
I would finally realize fate...
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# Posté le mardi 20 octobre 2009 08:30
wissal
Choices
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
I can't ever make up my mind
I always feel myself in a bind
At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font
I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price
The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware
Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed
Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand
While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground
The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..?
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
I can't ever make up my mind
I always feel myself in a bind
At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font
I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price
The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware
Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed
Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand
While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground
The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..?
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# Posté le mardi 20 octobre 2009 08:28
wissal
Hello Sisters/Brothers
Hope u enjoy these nice poetries
My friend
When I am hurt
I tell you my pain
When I am lost
You are there to show me the way
When times seem to get rough
You some how seem to show up
We might not get along but we try the best we can
But no matter what we always seem to get throw the bad times
I hope we remain friends
Even when the road starts to end
Lets stay friends like we were from the start
And I mean every word from the hear
Hope u enjoy these nice poetries
My friend
When I am hurt
I tell you my pain
When I am lost
You are there to show me the way
When times seem to get rough
You some how seem to show up
We might not get along but we try the best we can
But no matter what we always seem to get throw the bad times
I hope we remain friends
Even when the road starts to end
Lets stay friends like we were from the start
And I mean every word from the hear
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# Posté le mardi 20 octobre 2009 08:17
wissal
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a date
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimmed
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade
when in eternal lines to time thou growest
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see
So long lives this. and this gives life to thee
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a date
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimmed
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade
when in eternal lines to time thou growest
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see
So long lives this. and this gives life to thee
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# Posté le mardi 20 octobre 2009 08:10
moi
Tout a commencé quand nos regards se sont croisés,
Tu a renversé mon coeur, tu l'a fait chaviré.
Un vent d'amour m'a fait perdre la tête
Notre histoire est née pour ne pas qu'elle s'arrête.
Notre amour grandit de jour en jour
Je te laisse entrer et ferme mon coeur à double tour.
Tout deviens beau et merveilleux
Quand je vais me noyer au large de tes yeux.
Des sentiments encore ignorés se sont crées
Il faut les conserver et ne jamais les briser.
Dans tes bras je pars m'envoler
Dans un monde doux et sucré.
La flamme de mes yeux s'est allumée
Le soir ou nos lèvres se sont touchées.
Aujourd'hui le destin nous appartient
A nous seul de savoir prendre le même chemin.
Mon amour pour toi est le plus grand
Je n'ai aucun doute sur mes sentiments.
Je t'aime.
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# Posté le mardi 16 décembre 2008 09:57
Modifié le dimanche 29 mars 2009 12:57
wissal
amay sestre
[Maman, Papa, je vous aime
Savez-vous que
dans la forêt, j'ai vu un papillon se promener
a l'école, avec un chat, un sorcier
Dans un parc, un dame danser.
Moi, je vous envoie plein de coeurs et de fleurs.
Poème écrit dans le cadre de la journée du patrimoine des enfats, hôtel de Bourbon Condé
[Maman, Papa, je vous aime
Savez-vous que
dans la forêt, j'ai vu un papillon se promener
a l'école, avec un chat, un sorcier
Dans un parc, un dame danser.
Moi, je vous envoie plein de coeurs et de fleurs.
Poème écrit dans le cadre de la journée du patrimoine des enfats, hôtel de Bourbon Condé
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# Posté le mardi 16 décembre 2008 09:55
Modifié le dimanche 06 septembre 2009 06:29
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