Biography of Tracey Collins
I`m just staring out writting, my boyfriend told me to pick up a piece of paper and a pen, and just start
writting what comes to my mine. So thats what I`ve
been trying to do. It`s not easy writing poems, when
you A single mom, trying to manage both. I write whats
on my mind it might not sound right to some people
but it sounds right to me. I hope you do enjoy my poems I write.
Tracey Collins's Works:
none as of yet.
Tracey Collins Poems
I was the child who got raped I was the child that held it all in
A poem about my grandma
My grandma was A beautiful person And I love her very much She told me stories of this and that and such We would sit and talk for hours on end
Feet Feet Feet! !
Dirty feet Stinky feet Cute little baby feet
Just A Question?
Just a question to ask someone can you Love some one.
Your Ugly: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :...
Your ugly and your mom dresses you funny Your ugly
Hands Hands Hands'''''''''''''''''
Slimy hands Dry hands Wet gross dirty hands Clean tiny soggy hands
I LOVE! ! !
I Love riding my bike Playing with my sister Playing with my cat And Pizza
A Heart! !
I have a heart that is small I have a heart
I lost my dad in 2001 God said it was his time he was sitting down drinking his lemon lime.
Summer Storm.....and Sunset....
Way up North we Drove to this nice Summer Resort Called Port El gin.
A poem for my boyfriend Geoff`s birthday...
Today you add one more year One more candle upon the cake Another year came and gone
Walking down the board walk from one end of the beach to the other end, searching for that hot dog stand...
Kyle is my 21/2 Year old grandson, he Loves to come over Every day of the week, for he
I lost my grandpa God said it Was his time So I`ll go buy
There sits a man
curled up on the floor
he sits there all confused
and don`t know what to do
He is tired from all the games
that where played
the games have stopped him from
letting go of the past and moving on