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Darin Marie  Oct 2012
Lapses
Darin Marie Oct 2012
PLEASE NOTE: DIALOGUE MUST BE READ IN A BRITISH ACCENT.

and she, in dismay, said to him

                    "Benjamin, just who do you think you are sitting there with your **** out like that?!"

Annabella knew right away that what said wasn't valid.


                  "aww come on Beli, you know what a cheater smells like now dont you?"


"thats enough! go straight to your bedroom!"

                 "Im sorry bub, but we are still in this chariot, got a few more streets and alleys to be wobblin on."


"why dont you just **** my **** you french kissin mugger. I never want to see the northern lights with you."


                 "go on then ya ****. off with your head"
Vinnie Brown  Dec 2017
Annabella
Vinnie Brown Dec 2017
She was built for the wild
Lusting for a free and wandering life
Wondering why the world can be so cruel
When she had nothing, but love in her heart
She’s a snow leopard
A ghost cat to the eye of the world
Yet, grounded in earthly constellations
It must be why I feel the way I do
I caught a glimpse of a side
The rest of the world doesn’t get to see
A shade fire blue like the sky above
It’s a pain that’s so good and wanting
Chapped lips from interlocked extremities
For the longest time I had writers block
How funny, all I needed was her
Now my Endless Summer doesn’t seem so
Endless
With her silhouette on the horizon
Wherever you want to wander Annie, I’m sure I’ll be close behind, and if you should wander far to a place I can’t seem to follow, I pray you find your way back. I’m sure I’ll be waiting.
Third Eye Candy Feb 2019
you can keep going indefinitely…
but you will stop.
any whiff of scandal is romantic.
and every liberty, slavery
to unclean thought.
your clubbed foot is your
half-sister… but your genius
is married to mania.
all boy with too many parabolas
to be a man of any
treacle heart.
your Annabella wants money
and you can’t live
without it.
but you can’t live
enough.

and Doubt
doubts
It,
Vera Rice May 2020
Since the first time I met you, spent time with you and talked to you I started to love you like you was my own daughter. I loved spending time with you, having you around, watching you and your dad laughing together.
Seeing him smile every time you came over to see us, hopefully, pretty soon you will stay the whole weekend with us by yourself. I dream of us being able to take you and Annabella out for family activities, plus other places also such as amusement parks, the zoo, and water parks too.
Where we all can have fun together as a family, riding rides and making wonderful memories together. You're a very smart, talented and beautiful young woman with a good head on your shoulders just like your dad. Don't let anybody tell you any different, and if they ever try to put you down anyway they can don't believe them.
They are just jealous of you because no one has ever taught them how to be kind to others less fortunate than themselves. You were taught to be kind, thoughtful and respectable towards others.
That makes you beautiful, caring and most importantly smarter than those idiotic people who think they are better than you when in truth they are just sad, miserable and just so pathetically lonely people.
Those types of people think if they make fun of you and bring you down, to the point of double questioning your own worth. Your dad keeps telling me the same thing, so I'm going to proudly pass it down to you and eventually to Annabella also.
I'm so thankful to have been apart of your life even if it was so quickly gone in a blink of an eye, but I wouldn't trade our short, sweet and bliss-filled six months for anything in the world.
I hope and pray that you will never forget that I might not have carried you beneath my heart like I did my daughter. But I want you to know that you hold a special place inside of my heart, and I'm so very proud to call you daughter.
In those short sweet six months with you, know that you became so very special to me. I loved watching you spend time with your dad since you never really got to know him. But for those short sweet six months that we had with you, there are precious memories now. I love you my sweet beautiful Lori Rose!
By: Vera Rice!
This poem is my feelings about my husband's First born daughter, my stepdaughter
Stephen Leacock May 2021
Snapchatrilla looking for a fella
In her dilemma with cashapp antenna
Her sugar like vanilla with a location with a red umbrella
She prefers Godzilla or gorillas for the weather that gives deh the leather
She is the seller looking for the fella to have ice cream Sunday like a triller
Having a shower on her face or on her patella
Double face gal acting like her girlfriend Priscilla
****** gal that smokes act like Annabella
The smile like Godzilla
Money of 150 from the bank teller
The prince That had once loved her
Because she ain’t Cinderella
He’s now looking for bella to satisfy her

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