Biography of Peter Cloutier
**16 years of age**
**1 brother and 1 sister**
**Live in Canada, born in Quebec, live in Nova Scotia**
**Alomost joined a gang before my friend robbed me**
**Live in a trailer park, which isn't that bad, yet isn't good**
Peter Cloutier Poems
Life As A Parrot
Feels like ages now, I lived in that ugly shop,
You enter the woods, through that beaten path, the sun is raining down, giving the plant life a bath.
The wilderness of life, is like a two edged sword, creatures always doing more, never getting bored.
We met in that dusty class room, rarely spoke or seemed to care,
Come, enter our world, of fantasy and fame.
Mother Nature, so sweet and calm, the beautiful protector of all. What else can I say, you're the perfect mom, protecting both short and tall.
Life is an obstacle course, with many twists and turns. Where no one else feels and remorse, when someones sick life burns.
Death is immortal... It slowly eats away at you like a plague, dissolving all that is good like acid. From the moment you open your eyes you're nailed with a tag,
Rap To Poem
So what is the difference, betweem a rap and a poem, I feel that this is important, therefore you should know them.
The Sinking Ship
I stand upon, this sinking ship, I dare not show fear, won't even quiver a lip.
The Sea Monster
I slipped upon the lake, one day walking through the woods, it really looked harmless and fake, if a natural thing ever could.
How many poems must I write, before I'm considered good, I'd write a million peoms, but don't know if I could.
Death is immortal...
It slowly eats away at you like a plague,
dissolving all that is good like acid.
From the moment you open your eyes you're nailed with a tag,
it dares not to nag as it has already marked you.
Staulks you wherever you go,
fading out of sight whenever you turn to see,
whether somethings been following you and what it would be.