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Yeah okay, bro. Maybe when he makes illiteracy illegal you wont like him anymore.

Lol wtf? that sounded a bit uncalled for?

i'm a great writer, just not a with grammar. is this ferdinand ?

It says it is.

Isn't that a bit like saying you're a great singer even though you can't sing?

no cos you can be a good writer but not have good grammer skills, Look at James Joyce for example.

I disagree.

I also have to disagree.

I too disagree. Sorry Monique, but I usually can't understand your posts at all.

no because writing is different my poetry is full of great stuff,

it's okay i can't either some times

I VON, AND I VON.

Writing (and especially poetry) is about affecting the soul. You cannot reach the soul if the reader doesn't understand you.

okay so lets put it to the test


Dedication To Love
By MONIQUE I.J

An icy heart you melted with your smile and gentle touch.
I have a connection with you so powerful
that if I ever go blind, I will still
see through your sight.
You never whisper nothing counterfeit in my ear
only the real truth of how much you care.
If everything I have was to vanish
I know you would be there to help me through it,
lift my spirit, hold my hand wipe the tears from my eyes,
feel my sorrow pain,
the sun set early over the town I'm always
happy to have you by my side to enjoy the scene.
Sometimes I remember how my life was before you caught my eye.
I'm mesmerize by you
I never seen a creature so beautiful in every ounce of the meaning.
You make the anger side of me go blank.
When I'm with you gory image puts no fear in me.
It is as if your a fugitive that stole my heart away from the darkness.
Your a hero that can slay a evil dragon just by saying the words
“ I love You.”
Your spirit is so lively it's like a shield of testimony
that protect you and keep you wonderful.
You to me is a nation of greatness once I wrote
a list about you and what you are, you are like
all the cosmos in the sky,
because of you I now can
see what true love is about never again will I be fool
to see false as being true






Not My Home
By MONIQUE I.J

The home of the brave
the land of the free,
a place where you wont
be criticize for your
religion, sex, sexuality and race,
a home where chances are giving to all
equally.
If only I can live in a place like
that but I don't I live in
American.




My Heart Is Made Of Stone
By MONIQUE I.J

My heart is made of stone
try to hurt me and you
would be the one who gets hurt.

My heart is made of stone
no emotions is what it has
so what you say a reaction
you
won't receive from me.

My heart is made of stone
stick a knife in my heart
and the knife would be the one broken.






My Soul Is Made Of
By MONIQUE I.J

My soul is made of
anger full of revenge,
thats deadly.

My soul is made of
hate, hate that burns.

My soul is made of
fake love the type thats,
not real you just have it to feel normal.

My soul is made of
bitterness and sadness.

My soul is made of all things
that makes me evil.







The Black Hole
By MONIQUE I.J

The black hole is always
showing hate and killing the love.

The black hole it never
let the soul rest.

The black hole so
cold it makes a person feel.

The black hole
use to be my heart.





Poor Little Girl
By MONIQUE I.J

Poor little girl
sitting all alone
without friends to share things with.

Poor little girl with emotional pain
running through her little soul,
tears of blood running down her face.

Poor little girl of bad days
that don't get better just worse as the days go by.

Poor little girl so young but already
wishing to die each night when
she close her eyes.

Poor little girl how this child felt
like she had her innocent taken away.

Poor little girl sitting all alone
waiting for the pain to stop
and the days to be good, not waiting,
to run but just be herself.
Waiting for something
to call her own
poor me.






Weekly Gifts
By MONIQUE I.J

Monday he gave me
a beautiful medium size necklace
it had so many colors
on it no one didn't notice
the red marks around my neck.

Tuesday he gave me
the most sexy pair of sunglasses
ever, they was big with dig diamonds,
I wore them with pride because
no one didn't see my black eyes.

Wednesday he gave me
a very diva style sweater
it was long and warm,
I forgot about all about
the cuts and no one else didn't
ever notice I ever had any.

Thursday he bought me
a new shad of lipstick
as I wore it no one
didn't question about my busted lips.

Friday he gave me
a new pair of earrings,
no one didn't notice I had a broken eardrum.

Saturday he gave me
a nice fashionable hair scarf,
I rocked it like a star having a bad hair day,
no one couldn't see my hair
with bald parts to my scalp, were I was born at.

Sunday he gave me
flowers on a beautiful white and gold coffin.
I was laid in that coffin so well,
but guess what everyone notice I was dead
and they all notice he was the cause of it,
and I notice it was to late.


did i reach your soul even a little