Give me.....

[Basra-]

Give me it' that makes All us equal,

That glooms sorrow those we live behind,

That once it arrives there is no rewind,

that time will positively stop.

Give me that equalizer of class, race, status,

All sort of Dominiom, whose that day will fall without apparatus,

That makes equal the peasants & the presidents,

When all shall meet upon their date, in their underground residents,

ashes to ashes,clay to earth.

Give me that- which Hope Hath,

that takes my away my breath,

That upon eyes shut--darkness will loom,

That upon laying down you will rest in peace & possibly blossom,

Give me that route of joy that we shall one day conquer


Give me that internal meditation that the by gones have devored,


Give me Death!

[Nabeela]

Being xusul baruur is killing me,
Give me strength to lose weight ,
I won't give in, to temptation... To anything,
I won't give up,
It's not in my nature to give up

I am afraid of being called fattie...and of being alone,

I'm just not willing to give up on my dreams.
I won't give up,
It's not in my nature,
Give me yoga and take away the cake.

yaya yaya.

[HELWAA]

[Nabeela]

Damn I must be bored.

Thank God It's Friday.

[Basra-]

Nabeela@lol


that was cute. Now i hope u die & rot like yam yam.

[Nabeela]

I'm too cute to die. Helll naah.

[Basra-]

u mean too fat??

[Nabeela]

Whats wrong with being fat???

[Basra-]

Nothing sweety---nothing wrong with fat in Uganda.

[Nabeela]

Nayaa you know my boyfriend is Ugandess right?

Markaa xishood and STFU about Uganda.

[Cawar]

Just give me the light....by Shean Paul...

[PragmaticGal]

Comes not the springtime here,
Though the snowdrop came,
And the time of the cowslip is near,
For a yellow flame
Was found in a tuft of green;
And the joyous shout
Of a child rang out
That a cuckooÂ’s eggs were seen.

Comes not the summer here,
Though the cowslip be gone,
Though the wild rose blow as the year
Draws faithfully on;
Though the face of the poppy be red
In the morning light,
And the ground be white
With the bloom of the locust shed.

Comes not the autumn here,
Though someone said
He found a leaf in the sere
By an aster dead;
And knew that the summer was done,
For a herdsman cried
That his pastures were brown in the sun,
And his wells were dried.

Nor shall the winter come,
Though the elm be bare,
And every voice be dumb
On the frozen air;
But the flap of a waterfowl
In the marsh alone,
Or the hoot of a horned owl
On a glacial stone.

[Basra-]

lol@Nabeela ok huuno.

Prag-- that is the MOST boring poem i have ever ever ever read! Aqqas!

[PragmaticGal]

Basra, it's a good poem, and about the same thing your poem is about.

[Basra-]

Prag


Who cares if its about the same thing?? Its dull! I hate it!