wooo good one ruds

thnx can i hav a title stefy?

yep u can...

Title: Obsessed

(thnx) this was on second page, i need to do more poems! and all other peeps too!

Obsessed

When i see a girl, pretty as can be
i mostly get this feeling, which you cannot see
it tingles all over, maybe its love
but it feels so softer than the soft dove
so soft that i start to itch
but not with a broom, like a which!!!!!
i start to itch whiling looking at her forever
ill keep looking at her, until im light as a feather
everyday this feeling does grow
i wonder if other people get this feeling so?

oh no im having it again
i never no when im gonna hav it, why, what or when
i think its coz of steph, i dont even need to look at her
now again im feeling as soft as fur
now i hav to go, as i am soft so
now i no this feeling, they call it obsessed! now i hav to go!

(nice title stephy) im not that obsessed wit u stephy lol, but dont take offense *hugs*

Edited at 17:03 Mon 2/10/06 (BST)

lol i havnt and good peom

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Gud one rudderrrrsssssssssssssss

Edited at 23:47 Mon 2/10/06 (BST)

hehe more poemssssssssss

Apparently she now wants me back,
After all of the trouble and all of the flack.
Apparently she didn't know what she had til I gone,
And she now says she cry's at our very own song.
Why only now, does she decide to tell,
When she knows it will bother me so very well.
But now I'm not there, so many miles apart,
But when I think of her she touches my heart.
Again though I stress, that I have moved on,
And she needs to let go of that old special song.
Still she will stay in the back of my mind,
And be the one precious thing that I left behind.
If only I had the guts, just to give her a call,
This whole thing is so huge, but seems to be small.
I dont think I could handle, being hurt once more,
The cold feeling of hearing that huge slamming door.
She did the wrong, we were so young back then,
But I still think of getting back with her again.

For Ben.

who's Ben Ste?

but wow GREAT POEM! the old master iz bak! woot woot!

Awwwwwwww *hugs* for Ben...whoever he is

Great Poem Ste

Confused (this is one based on "whos ben?" LOL
I read this lovely poem today
and in this poem, had alot to say
including for which it was for this boy ben
but we dont no who he is, what, why or when?
Ste obviously knows him, maybe very well
we dont no him, if he whispers, shouts or yell
and we have so many questions we want to be awnsered
but at the end of the day, we dont no if they could?
this Ben could be tall, short or in-between
or he could be confident, shy or meerly keene
how does Ste know him, im sure hell tell us soon
and it would slide into our brains like custard on a spoon
so for now, im going to wait, wait for an awnser by Ste
and maybe hell tell us the core of the key

Woooooooooo Great poems guys......








(Ben is Ste's Mate btw u 2)

kwl! ok

Ive got a new title: Wanted!

good title

yh good title jsg!

Wanted

Here i am, on a run again, running as fast as i can
Im sweating now, how i wish i had a fan
i jump the walls, doesnt matter how high
because if i dont, im sure ill die
but then again i done a bad deed
selling dope and smelly weed
if the cops catch me, ill be banged up 4 life
where in prison people threaten u with knives
but if they dont catch me, ther'll be a wanted poster
thats wen il drive awayu in my sporty red roadster
there'll be a reward, im sure it will be money
oh how that would make your life more sunny
so i just jumped a rack of bins
while in the air, i wish i could forget my sins
damn they've catched me, i guessed i deserved it
now im in the court room, where i think and sit
and i get configured guilty, and taken away by security
oh i wish i could be like others, and have matureity

Woooooooooo Ruds! very gud


Ste?? Any from you hun??

I cant right poems, i just make them too funny for people to laugh at i will think of a corker when im falling asleep and it should make you all laugh, i shall reveal my talents tomorrow

Poundland :)

Once on funkypool, I was having a really poor day
Twenty rank points in an hour, left me in dismay.
So I took my cue threw it in the bin, out I went on demand
Went for a Stroll and ended up in poundland.
I looked through the shelves down every isle in the shop
All for a pound, 4 cans of pop.
On the last isle I went and I looked misunderstood,
What did I see, a Ronnie o Sullivan cue, which looked good.
So I bought that cue for the shrapnel in my pocket,
Now I play like my idol “The rocket”.
Never lost a game a frame, I’ve always beat the rest,
And I owe it all to poundland, the best, the best.