Biography of lil miss
i like to rhyme...
lil miss Poems
you called me darling but you caused me pain you told me you loved me but was it all in vain?
Dead, Dead, Dead
'Bout A Girl
Do Ya Feel Me? ?
are ya catchin' what i'm throwin'? are ya reapin' what i'm sewin'? are ya sniffin' what i'm blowin'? are ya smokin' what i'm growin'?
your eyes, those lips, the way you smell... this secret is too good to tell... but sometimes its too much to hide... the way i feel about you inside.
never written about a man because i'm yet to understand one, all the ones i've trusted made me wish i had a handgun, i'll expose their brains like they've exposed my soul, i'll leave their bodies full of holes,
I Think They Think I'M Sick
i'm over the sappy pathetic stories i wanna write poetry about my glories either that or killing, its a two track mind speakin' of either one of 'em helps me unwind
You'Re A Mess
now you sit there, crying, feeling miniscule, your face is so blank yet you look so insecure, you can't drown your sorrows but you're drowning anyway, your heart gets colder as you grow older but you say it's just childs play,
Him Or Me....
i asked her straight out, 'who will it be? ' 'are you gonna choose him or you gonna choose me? ' she pauses and replies 'i honestly dont know' and she leaves me hangin' right there in limbo
Black 'N' Red Dreadlocks
black 'n' red dreadlocks, bedroom door deadlocked, tape over the hinges, so nobody see's syringes,
Same Old Sob Story.
woke up screamin 'f*ck the world' today, though i screamed it last night too, my sunny days are now so gray, but for years my skies were blue.
No More Secrets
picked at, pulled at, torn to pieces.. the invasion of privacy never ceases. empty shell, hollowed out..
I Don'T Know You
you come and go like you don't belong, every place fits so wrong, gypsy lifestyle and mysterious eyes, there's more to you than you imply,
in hindsight it was pretty naive of me i guess
to think that distance would clear up this mess
to think that leavin would do us all best
but to be honest i really couldnt care less
if im right or wrong, it doesnt matter anyway
home was where the hate was.. n its still there today.
'MAMA, PAPA, STOP! TREASURE WHAT YOU GOT, SOON YOU MAY BE CAUGHT WITHOUT IT' - Sixto Rodriguez