Biography of Terry Coates
My name is Terry Coates but everyone calls me Lavell. Poetry came to me at a very very young age it was a way for me to just get all my anger, problems, and feelings out. To me it is a way to deal with life on a everyday basis it has really helped me alot in my life.
Terry Coates's Works:
I trying to publish my own poetry book but there still havent been any hope but I wont give up.
Terry Coates Poems
My brother My brother is my keeper My brother is my best friend My brother is my pain
Livin In Anger, Love, And Hate
Livin in anger Anger that has no ending Anger that has no fear Anger that has no wants
Why Am I So Evil?
Why am I so evil? Is it because of bad things I do to others? Is it because I curse Is it because I have sex
Love Is A Rose
Love is like a rose you pick on that great spring day It has life love fullness and gratefulness It opens your mind and sees real beauty But love is like a rose
Poetry Misses Me
Just last night I got a call It was poetry saying please come home I replied back that I am retired and done It said please, please come back
Don’t Waste My Time
Don’t waste my time Keep moving, I don’t want to talk You talk about nothing
I sit here With hate and anger Wondering and pondering among the stars To tell me what to do
You cheated on me You broke my heart All I wanted to do is kill myself I thought things were going good
With Out You
With out you I m lonely And don’t know what to do I sit here and cry and wait for your return These feeling have been here for so long
It Wasn’t Me It Was You
It wasn’t me, who made you cry, It wasn’t me, who said good bye, It wasn’t me, that wanted to die, It wasn’t me, who cheated,
Love And Hate
Is love hate? Is hate love? Is love a Sin? Is hate a Sin?
I Miss You
When I wake in the morning I want you to be there Putting your love an beauty through the air When I see your picture on the wall
I had a rough child hood Being homeless with no money I lived in a box with 4 brothers to share An 2 sisters an a mother
Students Of Life
I want to fly Fly higher then no man or woman has ever tried To see heights at a new surprise To dig deep from the ground
It Wasn’t Me It Was You
It wasn’t me, who made you cry,
It wasn’t me, who said good bye,
It wasn’t me, that wanted to die,
It wasn’t me, who cheated,
It wasn’t me, who said I hate you,
It wasn’t me, who said I want this to be over.
It wasn’t me, it was you
It was you, who made yourself cry,
It was you, who said good bye,