Submissions by ChipSpice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Who am I? I am the one behind the camera. Cathar. Twiggy's Biggest Fan. Head of BKHammo Productions. A Producer of High Quality Entertainment. You are about to become privy to a great becoming.
“Stitches in Bitches”
Some bitches
Deserve stiches
To be put in them.
They need to get cut
Cause they a fuckin slut
Who gets jealous
And likes to start a mess,
Because someone else is happy,
And she cant be.
Deserve stiches
To be put in them.
They need to get cut
Cause they a fuckin slut
Who gets jealous
And likes to start a mess,
Because someone else is happy,
And she cant be.
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“You, My Love”
You, my love,
Are like a glove
That covers me so warmly: very hot.
You, my love,
I have got 5
A very terrific crush on you.
You are not
Just a woman I like to do.
You are a woman I love to talk to.
You, my love, 10
Are like a dove;
So beautiful and sweet.
You, my love,
I love you from the top of your head to your feet.
You, my love, are so perfect, 15
Not a defect do you have.
You, my love,
I want you to be mine;
Or the...
Are like a glove
That covers me so warmly: very hot.
You, my love,
I have got 5
A very terrific crush on you.
You are not
Just a woman I like to do.
You are a woman I love to talk to.
You, my love, 10
Are like a dove;
So beautiful and sweet.
You, my love,
I love you from the top of your head to your feet.
You, my love, are so perfect, 15
Not a defect do you have.
You, my love,
I want you to be mine;
Or the...
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“Seventeen”
I see her there.
Young seventeen.
Her hair is bright red,
Flaming like the sun.
When she smiles she
Captures the world.
Her body is slender
Like an hour glass;
Her curves are most
Pleasing to mine eye.
I cannot have her,
Yet I shall love the
Very ground upon
Which she happens
To tread her feet.
I will kneel before
Her when she speaks
From betwixt her lips,
So full and red,
Her words of wisdom.
When she looks at me
With that gleam in
Her green eyes,
As Dante was with his
Beatrice, I shall shy...
Young seventeen.
Her hair is bright red,
Flaming like the sun.
When she smiles she
Captures the world.
Her body is slender
Like an hour glass;
Her curves are most
Pleasing to mine eye.
I cannot have her,
Yet I shall love the
Very ground upon
Which she happens
To tread her feet.
I will kneel before
Her when she speaks
From betwixt her lips,
So full and red,
Her words of wisdom.
When she looks at me
With that gleam in
Her green eyes,
As Dante was with his
Beatrice, I shall shy...
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