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RaShawn Ince Poems
The Yellow School Bus
The yellow school bus with the black wheels took sick children to school each day. The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether or not the sky was gray. The yellow school bus with the black wheels went pass three streets and up a hill. The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether sunny or chilled.
Missing someone isn't all in your mind. It's all in your soul, your being, your heart. When you miss someone you cant help but cry. Because it hurts too much whenever you're apart.
From the words that I say, from the bottom of my heart, I wish you were mine, My Valentine. From my mysterious ways, from the lessons that were taught, I wish you were mine, My Valentine.
What would you do if you were alone? And suddenly everyone gone. Would you go crazy living the life, Of a lonely person in lonely strife?
In a World
In a world where dreams are reality, And reality isn’t what it seems. Where the sun goes down and the sky is bright, And at the middle of the day as dark as midnight.
Beauty is You
Every time I look in your eyes my heart drops. Every time you’re gone I just cry, my heart stops. You’re always on my minds, through the days through the nights. Never forget about me always keep me in your sights.
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. Alone and upset in a world so wild. Confused and afraid of the beings of the night. But I have no one here that is by my side.
My character in his days has climbed the mountain tops, and battled the biggest dragons, survived the hardest drops. He suffered through it all but never did he give up. He always gave it all, part way was never enough
Children of the Night
When the day is gone and night time appears, Sad little boys and girls come out in tears. Holding raggedy dolls in tore up clothes. Loving one another that’s all they know.
Angel of Mine
A being from the stars, a being from the sky. A being sent down to bring wonders to my eyes. The body of a goddess, the wings of a dove. A beautiful spirit sent down from above to show me love.
R.I.P. Bernie Mac
The original king of comedy, O.K.C., And for this we pray, rest in peace. You brought so much joy to the hearts of everyone, Making them laugh with smiles that were brighter than the sun.
What do you do when the girl of your life, likes you to but has someone else in her sights? She wants to make you happy, never wants to make you frown, but she treats you different whenever he comes around.
Blackness, darkness, worked but unspoken, Slaves to man yet spirits are unbroken. We sing songs to praise our lord Jesus Christ, And have faith that things will turn around after tonight.
Tears from those who've lost souls and knows their best friend's heart has gone cold. Are the tears that people take for granted even though they know it's no joke. Tears are from the crying eyes of people who've family died
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The Yellow School Bus
The yellow school bus with the black wheels took sick children to school each day.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether or not the sky was gray.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels went pass three streets and up a hill.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether sunny or chilled.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels always brought a smile to little kids face.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was filled with love and filled with grace.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels kept breathing until that ...