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Lace Anne
Hmmm. I like poetry, books, being random, and being me. That about sums it up. Kloveyoubye<333
How do I please my boyfriend?
I want to make him moan very loud!!!
1 AnswerSingles & Dating9 years agoI'm sexy and I know it?
I think I'm really sexy but nobody else thinks so what should I do?
8 AnswersSingles & Dating9 years agoMy boyfriend and I have been dating for 2 years should I break up with him for no reason?
I just think it's a good idea?
12 AnswersSingles & Dating9 years agoOpinions on my poem, please?
My mind is the painter whose name was never known,
it is an intimate detail that only few see.
My mind is on a wavelength I share with myself,
and not many ever grasp it.
My mind is the unreachable note that a singer strives for,
it is music written in minor key, which will play for you a haunting tune.
My mind is a cavernous hole that you can search for days and still only know the basics of,
it is a mystery not even the greatest detective will ever solve.
My mind is not what you expect, it is not my actions, and is not an easy concept.
My mind is what you make of it, and what I keep away from those who want to reach it.
3 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoWhat do you think of my poem?
Title: My Love
However far away,
my love shall stretch to you.
No matter the years in between,
my love can span the time.
It is not a matter of when or where,
only that someday our dreams will be a reality longed for,
a moment waited for,
and an embrace that the world will feel.
It may not be now, it may not ever be,
but it will never change in my heart how I feel;
not distance, not years, not even someone else...
can change my love
4 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoWhy do you think the French hate Americans?
I have to do a French project on it, and I want to know some people's opinions...Thanks!
11 AnswersLanguages1 decade agoWrote this last night, what do you think?
Optimisim.
Bright eyes,
no lies,
sunny day,
month of May,
the good side,
of knowing you died,
a big smile,
a happy child,
ice cream,
a lovely dream.
And love.
Pessimism.
A dark place,
no grace,
frowns and sorrow,
no tomorrow,
a dark sky,
the last goodbye,
black and gray,
push the sun away,
many years,
many more fears.
And hate.
3 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoMy Poem. Read?
You break it, you buy it,
but you never did.
You stole me,
and used me,
and then returned me:
broken.
Why should you get special treatment?
You need to pay.
And in one way or another,
I guarantee you will.
You break it, you buy it.
Pay up.
My heart's broken on the floor.
8 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoLike this?
Like a death angel you flew
came down and kissed my lips blue
left me there to lie in cold
nothing left; my soul was sold
emotionless eyes, such a piercing red
burning the life I had ahead
legs broken, and body torn
face left looking so forlorn
my evil angel, where did you fly?
Will you come back to watch me die?
or maybe so sastisfied with what you've done
You will ignore all you have become
8 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoLike this?
Like a death angel you flew
came down and kissed my lips blue
left me there to lie in cold
nothing left; my soul was sold
emotionless eyes, such a piercing red
burning the life I had ahead
legs broken, and body torn
face left looking so forlorn
my evil angel, where did you fly?
Will you come back to watch me die?
or maybe so sastisfied with what you've done
You will ignore all you have become
1 AnswerPoetry1 decade agouhhh..like? dislike? needs work?
For this I hope you die,
so slowly, so painfully
I hope the knife pierces you,
but not enough for you to be killed fast
No, just enough that you suffer.
And as you go down, I'll watch you
I'll watch the light leave your eyes,
your limbs grow limp
and your body crash to the ground.
But I ill not help you
I will not call for an ambulance
I will make sure this death is final
And for the first time in years I'll smile without regret,
and walk away, whistling,
knowing I eliminated something that made this world all the less enjoyable.
You are dead.
And with all honesty?
I don't regret it.
I'd do it again.
4 AnswersPoetry1 decade agodo you like this?
A strange sense of hate builds up in me
whenever you are around
I desire to make you bleed,
and suffer on the ground
All sick throughts comes to my head
whenever you are near
I lay there in my bed
and whisper thoughts you'll never hear
so maybe inside i'm the one dying
yes, that may be true
but you don't see me crying
when I point the gun at you
3 AnswersPoetry1 decade agopoem..."be there" ??
I fall to my knees in desperate prayer,
confide my wrong-doings to someone always there
ask Him to save me from this terrible beast
and show me a sign at the very least
show me I'm worth it, show me You care
send me hope that life can be fair
sing me to sleep with your sweet lullaby
hold me so gently when I start to cry
never let go of me; keep me there safe
for never do I wish to lose my faith
please, stay here, not much more can I bear
make me the promise you'll always be there
5 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoComments about my poem?
I crash so silently to the floor,
no one looks up, no one turns their head
I am left there to lay
so slowly do I decay
As I lay, I am beckoned to cry for help,
so I scream with all I have for hours
what sorrow, everyone must be deaf
and nothing in my voice is left
so what is left but for me to give up?
and it is just that I decide upon
I had laid there for a week, a month, a year
yet no one saved me; no one came near
3 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoRead my poem?
It is love that has inspired me thus far,
but love is what has now failed
miles left apart traveled in your car,
left alone, I wailed
Years went by, so many flew
And yet I had not moved.
And as I sat, the feelings grew
no time I spent to soothe
And now upon a cloud so high
Not a tear has fallen still,
for days passed, and I got by
Powered by my own self will
4 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoDo you like this?
Darling, do not close your eyes
or those near will hear your cries
begging for the light to peek
to rise up fast and warm your cheek
for night brings terror, and awful things
Haunting is what the darkness brings
You know your dreams will cut you down
Until the source of sadness is found
So lie awake through the dark night
And wait so patiently for the light
For if you fall asleep, my dear
You will only awaken every fear
3 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoPoem. Take a look?
The dark cloud,
that takes residance above me,
never floats away,
it stays.
The shining sun,
peeks out from the shadows,
but never wins;
the darkness begins.
The lovely face,
underneath all of this confusion,
slowly fades;
it dies away.
3 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoWhat do you think of this?
Letting my mind wander
most often does not end well
I dream up things only a poet could
of things only a poet could tell
But as I drift back to what is real
I smile and know I have you
and that is no dream...
no; it's reality, completely truth
3 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoDo you like my poem?
You’re here,
but so distant.
And all things I fear,
cling so close.
You’re mine,
but it seems not.
I cannot suppress
all feelings I fought.
You’re so cruel,
yet you’re so great.
I only wonder
which one you fake
And I stand alone,
only in my head.
Once again I drown,
in this water I tread.
6 AnswersPoetry1 decade agoI just wrote this. Opinions?
I’m waiting for the moment you will get up and leave
the moment that you will walk away, and leave me here,
bleeding so silently behind you.
and in that moment it will only prove to be I’m meant to be broken,
meant to be cast to darkness.
It is not that I wish to be proved right,
only that I have so many times before.
So look me in the eyes, tell me you hate me.....
and walk away.
4 AnswersPoetry1 decade ago