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I got cakes;
On my menu,
I say baby;
There's nothing sweeter then you...
Cake,Cake
I like sweet cake
She make my heart pound;
At some wonderful speed rate.....

I'm very energetic;
So I love chocolate cake;
Eat it for breakfast;
Red cherry on top;
That's some blossom red lips;
I love rich cream, So baby
Bring me a whip....
You the number one on my menu....
Cake;Cake;
Chocolate Cake


Olivia Brown Vanilla Cake;
My spectacular lunch break;
With a nice cinnemon flake
Pound of cake;
She a dream cake
Cool me downn,
with some strawberry
milkshake;
She's second on my menu;
Cake;Cake;
Vanilla Cake


Supper time;
more like super time;
Everyday my birthday;
End it off with some cream cake;
I love cake;
look like dream cake;
Whip my cream,
with semi-sweet wine;
Cool me down
with ice cream
Cake;Cake;
Cream Cake....
This is a poem I've written after listening to Trey Songz Cakes.   well I then played round with my words(As I always do) and got this piece... #Peace

Dedicated to all the single ladies out there
PEARL SMOKE Mar 2015
My Bright Light.
The Turn for help & support.
My Dark light.
The Turn For Blame & Shame
I Thought The only feeling a bf is supposed to make you feel is loving.
Why am i experiencing the opposite.
All Day Arguing.
About some misunderstanding or nonsense.
He Wants me to grow up & change but how if He has me tied to a chain.
Can't expect A Sad person to stop crying if the only things that revolve them are hurtful.
Yes He Makes me happy
But it quickly turns into a froun once he starts talking about
All The b.s i should still be feeling bad about.
Instead of Putting new thoughts in my head that will be helpful for my future. He Puts back the ones that is ruining and holding me back from being successful.
My Boyfriend Gets ****** because all i seem to do is negative things.
How does he want me to start thinking good if all he dose is make me feel bad and remind me of my mistakes.
ANANDO SEN Mar 2010
Blocos, Bandas, or Escolas!

Not only shows the world to play soccer-

The country that sweats to let the world drive, alas!

One who breeds sweet sweats-

Ethanol perpetuates,

There strives our Harry Potter.

The solitary candy girl sings in the field,

You can hear her in the afternoon-

A black song of motivation that barely covers her guild.

All this and many more,

That gives human skin the bitterness of colour-

They can be ignored driving downn Sao Polo inside a Maybach Saloon.

The same sun, but not the same burn-

Sometimes sipping Caipirinha in the beach resort,

And then while harvesting with a difficult breath, a farmer gives up a life well fought!
This is not an international poem but a world poem. It echoes the painful seperation of the world on the basis of racism and colour, the disheartening and the shameful act of the human society. This is where the whole world unites to divide and disgust, filter and seperate, the rich from the poor, the poverished and the phantom from the malnutrition and menace. The backdrop is Brazil because this is where the sect of black in dominance itself is opressed and its service to mankind in the modern energy deficient world is looked down as pathetic slavery. In fact, we have not realised that if they stop working in the sugarcane fields, with many farmers ending up their lives while tough and hazardous harvesting, the so called rich cannot drive through Sao Polo comfortably inside its Maybach or sipping cocktail and exploiting their beach resorts. This is for the black community of Brazil who showed the world how to play soccer and the world showed them instead how to play with their lives.
Maddy Feb 2022
Rainy days and Mondays no longer get me down
Sorry Richard and the late Karen Carpenter
Snow and ice get me down
They are pretty but get in the way and are hazardous
Sorry skiers and skaters
Naysayers may not apply or get in the way of what matters
What matters is doing the very best possible
Doing the right thing when the wrong thing is easier a taste
that completely disagrees with me
My heart is on a page and one that I author
Some will never open it
Too much has happened
Too many last said goodbyes
Rainy days and Mondays no longer get me down

C@rainbowchaser2023
Title of poem was a hit song by the Carpenters
Shattered soul Mar 2014
When we act out
We just want to be noticed
Saying, "Hey look, I made a snowman."
Or
"Hey look, I made a sand castle."

But like the little kid that she was
She never got attention

She was always ignored

So she gave up

Her family never loved her
They always said, "We love you honey, but we're busy right now."

Parents off to work
Youngest child
Home
Alone
Bored

No friends

Just me
Alone

Walking in a rich house
But
It *****

Emptiness soon filled the void
And the hollow formed

Being alone
With your hollow
Is scary

It makes you
Look for release
A steel kind

But not against the skin
No
That is a sin

But I did it anyway

And then
I thought of suicide

I cried out
But nobody took me seriously
So I stopped talking about it
And decided, "I won't even say I'm gonna **** myself, I'll just smile and say, I'm fine."

But when you are lonely
You go crazy

Because you're trapped in the same blood cell
And the knife is you're key out

You see
The reason people go crazy
Is because you lock them out
And hold them downn
And force them to do what you want them to do

Don't take this the wrong way
But Imm not free yet

I'm still. hollow

So I guess what I'm saying is Imm scared
Because I'm alone
I get really sad
I know you want me to be happy
But I feel sick again

I won't go on another rampage of poetfreak
But that's how I feel right now
I'm feeliing sick again

I'm not gonna post hate
But I'm just gonna cry it out

Because I know I hurt
And I can feel
Some people
Just won't let me be

Maybe they don't care about me
But I'm feeling quiiet right now
And I'm whining
I'm being a big baby

And I am trapped

How does one accept death?

I'm not gonna write here anymore
Because my heart is hollowed out
Lije a watermelon

I'm not gonna ignore people
I'm just gonna start writing in my diary again
I have personal thoughts
I can't share here


I just wish for this one wish
But it never comes true

*sighs
NeroameeAlucard Nov 2015
Belle

belle laid beside me, exhausted we both were after she finished riding me
she took a drag of the menthol again, she always did.
"You can't keep ******* and going like this"
You really want me to, flaws that you know and abhor to commit?"
"yes, you may not be perfect but you treat me with respect, which is more than what everybody else taught me to expect."
"But just yesterday you snapped at me for botching something nice."
“Yeah i Jump down your throat a lot, so to your ego apply cold ice"

Belle is a nice lady, but she’s got a very messed up past
she’s been cheated on, broken hearted, and been dropped on her ***
but she’s got a good soul, but her sense of affection’s gone cold
but you can still se that desire for happiness in her eyes

i guess you could say i won the nobelle prize?
She left last night, said i couldn’t be assed to commit,
so she took her stuff and split.
****… i guess belle is gone,
well, she jumped downn my throat a lot, so maybe there’s a blessing in the storm
I'm not sure where belle came from, but she's nice
bownz Jan 2010
Voices fade

Blade of grass

deserted Answers

Right truth

She tipped her hat to me oh

I spoke Hello Mrs. Misery

Firey glance back at me her lips

opened Excuse me? It is Ms. Destiny.

Left it at that equations in my mind

had some persuasion. Turned to wave

and my friend she had wed now Mrs. Mystery

I focused a little strain in my sight.

She was already dead lowered ingraved

on her stone was the number from

her phone next to that it said

“Call me if you have any answers

you would like to leave. If I don’t

pick up well I am probably deceased.”

Oh God save the diseased.

Cold and weary.

Mr. Mystery was

always kind of

Eerie.

I walked past her stone on my

way home, slowed my glide bent downn

and picked a blade of grass.

Listening closely to the wind like

it was my only friend. Just

another choice made I heard a

soul cry. Voices fade…

bownz
Dennis Apr 2020
I’m highly hiding my highs
Sniffing pond my wonder eyes
Seeing **** live through a bunch of lies
O God, can you take my mind
Mold it again
and press the reset button

Walk upon a meadow, green light stars while
You undress your skin
Can we go back to the sky
But live through it all again
Fk, baby you know what’s weird
We vibing in a place where sweet fruit lies
And can we **** again
Sin, is a blessing that is unheard of
So can I sniff through your weaves so
We can do something that is unheard of

Fast-forward with a bunch of 1s and Os
Lying on the hard cement floOr
Looking at nothing but a blank screen
**** baby, I don’t know what you mean.

— The End —