Carolyn Vuletic

Rookie (October 7th,1984 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Carolyn Vuletic Poems

1. Today's A Little Bit Closer 10/24/2005
2. Goodbye My Boy 12/27/2005
3. Corfu Calls 1/4/2006
4. Thinkin 1/4/2006
5. I Think I Want To Hide 1/4/2006
6. Vanity Is A Must 1/5/2006
7. Beer Belly 1/12/2006
8. Stock 1/12/2006
9. Patrick And White Linen 2/2/2006
10. Irrelevant 2/10/2006
11. Anticipation 3/3/2006
12. Every Now And Then 3/27/2006
13. Irritation 3/27/2006
14. Mindless Meaning 6/20/2006
15. Fallout Girl 9/9/2006
16. Smitten Child 10/31/2005
17. Vacant Days 11/7/2005
18. Exception To The Rule 11/10/2005
19. You 11/10/2005
20. Most Mornings 11/16/2005
21. Likeable Abuse 11/16/2005
22. Lack Of Evidence 11/17/2005
23. Hanging 11/20/2005
24. Content Acceptance 11/20/2005
25. Fire In The Sky 11/21/2005
26. Dilerious Day Filled With Agonising Cramps 11/21/2005
27. Lolly & Cy 11/23/2005
28. Poisoned Sunday 11/27/2005
29. Patrick's Theme 11/28/2005
30. Be Gone 11/28/2005
31. Bipolar Monday Bender 11/28/2005
32. It's All Good 11/30/2005
33. Three's A Crowd 12/3/2005
34. Stone 12/3/2005
35. Saturday Anticipation 12/3/2005
36. Innocent Attraction 12/11/2005
37. Therapy 12/12/2005
38. Myself The Hermit 12/14/2005
39. My Inspiration 12/15/2005
40. Untitiled - Bee 12/15/2005

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Godmother

When I hold her I often CAN'T let her go
She's s perfect, each perfection her own
I remember how we fought for her, for her to have life
To have a chance
I know I'm not her mom
She is not mine, just my responsibility
I see her mothers passion in her eyes
And her fathers humility in all she does
And I realise she's still not mine
I promised to be sincere in my thougths and have the honesty
to raise her as if she were my own
But shes not my own
And I look back to what I will never have and all that I lost
I remember the faith and dreams and hope I once ...

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London Boy

Drinking 'the bow' on the bus
I had a feeling this night was going to get rough
With my girls in a land not our own, It was an excuse to get out of control
In our twenties, but still acting 16
The vodka's flowing, and conversations are getting heavy
I, m bored, just chillin - different night, same jazz

I see that boy, lookin at me
He's got celebrity hair, we take the piss

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