Asophie Maga on Grade 6 OIB class of 2018 Lycee Jules Verne
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Evelyn is a doll
Just a rather large doll
She's not made of porcelain
She's only made of wood
With a shock of black hair
Hidden under a hood
Cigarette burns & scars
Pot-mark her face
And, she lives under the bed
In an old leather case
She's missing an eye
From when thrown at a wall
Her tattered old dress
No longer fit for a ball
Sunday 14th March 2021 5:00 pm
Bar Steward Town 1 (for Debbie)
What they did to Debbie was beyond compare
Anywhere else except in this damn town
A real lady came from afar to heal the sick
Persons unknown took her happiness
Did their despicable act and slew her life
They respected her religion by crossing her
But not her body by using two big knives
Two decades on the killers are free
Sunday 12th January 2020 3:27 am
You think you can
break my heart
We are one.
are my tears.
My tears stream
down your face.
we try to escape,
but it keeps pulling us back
to this silent space.
You turn away,
nothing to say,
rue the day.
I laugh through the tears,
because I know we will be
bound again for years,
Monday 28th October 2019 1:04 am
O karma will always prevail
Although it may take many years
Then it shall be understood
Why you cried those tears
So in time one shall receive
Just exactly what one should
And be seen for what you are
Whether it be bad or good
And even in your darkest hours
Know ahead of you shall be light
So if you want to challenge life
Don't give up without a fight
Tuesday 27th August 2019 9:44 am
It's what has been reaped
From all that's been sown
Connecting the threads
On old foundations laid
Saturday 17th August 2019 10:09 pm
Terence Evans had little respect
For the life or the welfare of any insect
He swatted the fly with the rolled daily news
And stamped on the beetle in his Doc Marten shoes
Unfortunate spiders were drowned in the bath
Caterpillars were crushed should they dare cross his path
He bisected worms with his pocket penknife
Pulled the legs off cray-fly and...
Monday 25th February 2019 2:20 am
Ok, fine, it isn't a poem, but this song is an original composition and performance by my two man art group "The Karma Junkies." Listen and enjoy. :)
Monday 4th May 2015 12:01 pm
Wednesday 26th December 2012 1:49 am
FOR KILLIN’ SAKE
Some bad shit goes down and a girl is dead,
killed in an alleyway for a mindless reason.
Her kid in a pram was okay but now has no mother.
You should be shot, you murdering cunt,
as should the satanist pricks who kill kids in the name of evil,
justifying their deeds in the name of the devil.
For he says any evil act is okay, go on just go...
Friday 2nd December 2011 11:14 pm