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The first one is about my cat, the next one is in hippie style.
23:53 Apr 29 2010
Times Read: 665

i got these published!!







Cat In The Hood



By Rose Nizami





My baby is,

My mother is,

My aunt is,

My cat

I am

Trasportation,

I'm a bed,

I'm a carrier,

I'm a hood

Black clothes

Riddled with white

Blue jacket

Dotted with gray

She loves me

She shares

Her hair

So, I share

My sandwich

Bread and all

We are a pair

Of heros

I, her sister

and she's

My cat

In the hood

And we left

It like that.













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Things Not Getting Done







By Rose Nizami











The grass grows around



Where the procrastinator



Fools with the brown dirt







Dosen't do a thing



This classification



Of a nowhere man







Waits till its winter



The cold months, icy with frost



To plant all his crops







Only things that grow



Are the hunger of his heart



And graying long hair

hey do you think this is a good poem?
03:59 Apr 23 2010
Times Read: 680

Description



have black glossy hair, that changes when kissed by the suns rays. brown on the tips, for my baseball cap, can't cover all of my hair. average womans hight with an extra inch for the shoes. eyes blacker than the hair that sits on my head. my hair is straight, and gets wavy as you follow the ends of its length. i have black lipsticked lips, that contrast with my pale bloodless face. and i wear sunglasses, that are my regular glasses, just tinted a red brown, as to not take away from my kissable black mouth.

this poem is my first poem, and this is how i feel so far about the art world. you sing this poem.
02:38 Apr 11 2010
Times Read: 748

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Freedom Of The Arts



I am a child of the night

For the moon shines so bright

Trapped in a grave of dirt

They say things that hurt



I am a child of the night

For the moon shines so bright

Art smashed across closed doors

Tears shed from eyes to floors



I am a child of the night

For the moon shines so bright

I know I'm one of the best

So why do they pick the boring rest



I am a child of the night

For the moon shines so bright

Blood, too graphic, than water

Its freedom so it shouldn't matter



I am a child of the night

And even though there is darkness around me

There is always a light so let it be

For the moon will always shine so bright

i love my monthly, deal with it. not 4 those with a weak heart.
23:13 Apr 07 2010
Times Read: 783

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Chocolate Cravings



By Rose Nizami







Halloween is a day to dress up. Imagination takes over and ghouls look for a good fright. Parties are scattered, from house to house delivering cavities to the best of show monster.



I, woman, crave, lush, melty, chocolate and visit such places. On my monthly, blood drenched pants, dripping with no pad, having no barrier for a hidden topic, feeling the safe identity of myself. Woman. I am a woman, not covered in pig's blood, but rather the marks of a warrior. Blood, that of a wild cat.



Walking through a forest of costumes, I make my way to the wanted treats, leaving a snail trail of slimy, grotesque, fluid. The "man" sporting Nixon's face, notices and his body says that I had left elephant tracks. Seconds fly and so does the vomit and then soon after the whole crowd. The parties doomed and then it ended. Me by myself with the chocolate.



"HISSSS", a vampire grabs my neck; I am struck with relief. For all the other wanna be vampires would rather fang themselves than bite me. And then he said, "Ironic, about how we celebrate a witch's holiday, when most were killed because of P.M.S." Then my eyes share the sweetness of the candy with him. And now the party begins. Period.

listen
23:11 Apr 07 2010
Times Read: 784

(this is not a poem.) these poems, well most of them are going to be published, very soon, in my school's book called the magnet. if you steal any of my shit, i will sue! i will make your life a living hell, by sueing you millions! my uncle is a lawyer!

a poem from school by me
01:31 Apr 07 2010
Times Read: 795




"Class Notes"



By Rose Nizami







Animals walk







Sheep following







Barking orders







From heartless dogs







It's called Respect







You give respect







You get respect







The students are







Forced to learn







Getting out of







Bed each morning







Lugging a bag







Books heavier than bricks







Only the strong







Survive the test run







Of life’s authority







It's called respect







You give respect







You get respect







A girl







In her teen years







I would always give







My full attention







To the higher educated







Adult teacher







My favorite class







Was history







One long adventure







A story of realism







The teacher







Was great at







Acting out his words







Many students







Shared different views







But then there







Was group work







The turning of desks







Exchanges of thoughts







Made me examine







The boy







That sat







Loudly next







To me







The desks were mucky







Pencil marks smeared across







Engraved scratchity







The teacher kept talking







His head spinning







Sided to side







Rambling on uncontrollably







And everyone had







To listen







It's called respect







You give respect







You get respect







Lots of students







Feel control underneath







Of the master teacher







Who gets off







On commanding authority







It's called respect







You give respect







You get respect







Sometimes nave







Overworked teens







Become irritable







Waiting for just







The right time







For an utter outburst







A dimwitted girl







Approached the boy







My new friend







The boy







Was asked







If he loved







Women or Men?







Neither, he







Responded with







No emotion







I nodded







From left to right







Such inane disrespect











Then you must







Like animals







A foul voice







Sneered and snickered







It's called respect







You give respect







You get respect







But that







Was down right







Cruel







Nothing but







Prejudice







Towards a







Secret culture







Should I interfere?







Get intertwined







Between evil, love







And even government?







It's called respect







You give respect







You get respect







But every time







I see his face







Red seems to grace







My pale cheeks







If one







Jackass could







Trample the fence







The mighty system







Then so could I







Ever so carefully







It's called respect







You give respect







You get respect







What teacher







Doesn’t know







Won't get you







Doomed trouble







Ink imbedded







My passing of notes







Ever so carefully











Don't mind her







She's a donkey







One way or another







All the same 24/7







I know you like girls







Why must she ask







Obvious men that question?







I heart vampire women







I pause







I'm really







A succubus







With white lies







How about me?







Of course







I'm a Pepsi vampire







Popping open a can







With bear teeth







Natural K-9's







Against cold metal







With fizzy blood







Spewing out







Sweet







We pause







Laugh a little







The teacher







Turns seriously







"Yes, Mister Teacher Man,







The President is important"







And Teacher Man







Goes to the right side







To question others







Pleased with more answers







And I pass







The love note back







Ever so carefully







Maybe one time







I'll show







You my bite







I think







I love you







We should







Go out for







A cup of







Coffin coffee







Yes, we should







Oh My God







Sweet







It's called respect







You give respect







You get respect







The class ends







Teacher glaring







Looks at me







Then his lips curve







A smile?







He gives me







A speech







"It's called Respect







You give respect







You get respect







I saw you







With notes







Other than class work"







He winks







"Just don't let me







Catch you again"

an ok poem but not my best.
01:29 Apr 07 2010
Times Read: 796

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The Power Of Poetry









See

There was this book



I had to have another look



The author had this sight



Vampire Kisses, oh I might



Love to chat with fans



Then try to make plans



To tickle my funny bone



No I’m not alone



These fans were so maturely, immature



That I showed them what poetry was for



A nerd put up her picture, big mistake



I guess it was a chance I had to take



To make such a word war



From such inane story gore



Poetry got my point across



Poetry is a win not loss



I wrote to User name “Your Ophelia Hyde”



The feelings I have wanted to snide







Your “O”



Is really slow



You look geeky



That’s just freaky



How can I stand



Such a strand



Of red hair



I wish you weren’t there



So eewwwww



So ewwwwww



Hello your “OrthoDaunt”



Never taunt



Me







(For you see I’m Battythecat



And that’s where its at!)

01:28 Apr 07 2010
Times Read: 797