tyrone allen

She is so pretty, never the less. From her head to her toes, she is so bless.

Her swag is so calm. Beauty undeniable. Even her mean streak be oh so likable. When i am around her, i get so shy. But when i am writing poetry, is when my heart speak that make her lips go wow.
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know how to treat a girl.

Love her until you can not love no more.
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On this day. The world makes no sound.

The peace in heaven, rain down on earthly ground.
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How can someone love a beast which only can be tamed by love.

How can one mind, make such a conclusion. That beast with human is such a rare confusion.
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A dying angel, bleeds to death, On the corner of broad way, while the rich man slept.

The man dreams of a forest in which he is lost.
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Iam blind, iam speechless, i can only breath.

I can hear though, the whisper in the wind.
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So sweet with a nice personality.

I can not have her though, this is where i face reality.
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Her eyes is fill with peace but her mind is really stressed.

Her baby cry all night, she never gets any rest.
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I need no title to explain this poem.

The words that i will write needs no headline. Dont talk or think of the past. this is the year of 2008 where nobody cares not even god can make them fear.
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I live my days with words to say. Like how much i love you and happy fathers day.

When i hear others call their dad, my heart bleeds dry, and sadness creeps, and i wish, i would die, it is just that deep.
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What could be worst? A bus hitting little children playing in the street
or a rapist meeting a child and midnight is when they meet.

What could be worst? The devil get thirsty and blood is his thirst or a old man is lost and soon it is getting dark.
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Write a dream about a poem. let your mind soar low. Touch the pedal of a seed and watch it grow.

Dive in to a river where forgotten music go follow the notes to the edge and then say no.
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I came from Egypt. Born of dusk and sand.

I succeeded on the thought, of knowing i can.
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The weather man forcast the city to be in rain, And late getting home i had a feeling i will be soaked with the homeless of this unholy town. Rushing toward my destination i have came to a conclusion i will not be there in time with the bus taking it sweet oh time. The rain drops started to fall, bunched up in my coat i was prepared to take it all.

This rain was strange. Not cold but warm, it was like a celestial storm. I slowly zip my coat down and threw it on the delicate yet tough earth humans was lent. As i looked around everyone stood still. The papers of business men fluttered the ground. Iam happy for the first time in my life i feel clean, perfect in a way nothing could interveen. This graceful rain was a experience more special then a solar eclipse and so brilliant not even Newton could comprehend.
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The last time I was me, I was young but free.

The last time I was me, I cried in the night, because in my heart I knew. My father was not coming back to life.
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You said that you were in love. And I said No.

Words are only between you and Man.
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In the middle of life.

Notice that you are there.
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Lost in this world.

With no where to go.
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