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i actually dont get the line of discussion here

now girl there are more poems forum on nairaland and not even Amateur type
they are really lovely threads portraying lovly poems
so we will see if your attracts them





_{why am i even telling you this
it is more than a year now}

books not on stories (fictional or non fictional) bore me e.g Rich dad poor dad

oh well am not a Harry porter Fan
the last time i watched it, it looked so white washed for me

isnt it too raw
doesent it make u feel . . . . . .

nice rant off all of you
ariblaze, still water, gamine and the rest angry soul in the building

here's one on OB***ma

the heat started from january
everybody saying he God sent and all
polls flying, coment waging
finally he beat mac****n
and the 1st black presido existed . . . . . . . . so what

is he d messiah?
definely not for Africa
why then should he be seen as a semi god
only him a topic in many words
go to jokes, they've clown him to be their relation
and politics, "gush they will make you mad with their rambling"
and at home "they've stopped me from watching "the diva's show"
all because of some Ass H*le

when he will be in
what significantly can he do 4 me
isnt he just another yankee president
who's gonna send troupe to Irag or Iran
and fill my cozy little T.V with world afairs

and this luck-clouded Nigerians
have gave more in the Visa lottery
saying with him in; they might be lucky
abeg let them all seat in the fire
while i fill my time with browsing and chatting
though the heat is high; it should soon be down
so lets talk about something important more

rage in the building

now that is the spirit

dnt you need the cure first

that is gonna sell big time too

nice rants all of your
my next rant is on Obama
coming soon

its a sad life you have there
but judging on this phrase, you should be happy

segoye2:
No one ever lied straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy but I'm not going to be okay
Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like, what it's like

the synopsis sounds too sex inclined
the book cover doesent do any good to lessen the sex theme
and forgive am a little bit prude
so i better stick to my light romance books

this is the one on beyonce
moyola hope you read it

She’s the diva goddess, yea yea, I agree
She’s got the richest guyz, yea yea I think jayz
And got the sonorous voice to make you sleep
But sadly it makes me weep
With the way she’s all class and style
Standing out for everyone to admire
I feel just rage and fury
Why should this damsel get all the glory?
Right now I feel like dragging her down to Nigeria
Treat her with fury of a wounded she-lion
Feel the pen knife slicing through her face
Making her the modern decent of the ape
Go deep down muckraking, scattering through her past
Revealing every concealed hideous act

Scattering them all over the internet, magazine and fax
‘cos I know behind all those physical fame
Some juvenile crime lurks beneath with shame
And I’ll feel so vibrated with euphoria
When in my eyes she’s crumbling like a paper

That’s not all; I feel to take her under
Release her to the men at the gutters
Let them deal with her and make her shudder
With the way her virtues is being blundered
Then drag her round the streets of Yaba
Like a thief of common pure-water
And get all children screaming Asha**wo
‘cos that’s what she is an international LovePeddler

Then finally put her in a plane back to her state
But not without the cannon bomb attached to its gate
Then watch, l[i]egs crossed, fanta on one hand, meat pie[/i] at the other
As her days on earth turn to blazes


Disclamer: the name iin this piece is totally fictional
any resemblance it might bear
is totally in your imagination
thank you

ariblaze:
love pha!

that terrible feeling

that which makes you incomplete without another

the very first chink within an armour you have kept and nursed for over 20something odd years

the feeling of infringing into someone else's right to live, without intrusion

the feeling of hurt you feel but you cover whenever you search but findout,your emotion isnt mirrored in the other

love is like a bike with half the ploughs bad, you may attempt to top 180,but be prepared to hit asphalts too

love is that rush that comes at you,just before sleep claims you then the feeling of sadness that comes knowing she never said she does love you

love is that feeling of estacy that comes immediately you see a mail from her

its the pressure she feels you are mounting on her because she isnt ready

love is the reason your friends of over fifteen years look at you as though mad, when you talk about her

love is the reason why i wont ever hope to be in love if i lose the love i know i am in right now





love sucks!!!!!

thats what am talking about

ariblaze:
princesa,please do feel free to come a ranting anytime

actually i insist its healthy for you

very healthy
my next rant is on beyonce
coming up soon

@gamine
is this like a rant or a story of your night endeavours

literature sure brings outinsanity in people

hi ariblaze and all,
just wanna drop this few line
i hope the are rants enough
here it goes




that cold morning can testify for this knife inside your intestine
'cos i so wanted to do this
get you down on your cold bloddy knees
see the blood gushing down the river of your soul
hear you scream as your manhood is ripped to pieces
and see the cries from those mocking lips of yours.
isnt it sad, that now those air of superiority you have
turn to quaint honour under the crunching boot of
the frail woman you think I am?

you wont be alive to tell the tale
cos your blood definetly will fill tis pail
it would be used to appease the virgin gods
whom you shamed with the dirties of your gush,
and the seeds from your testis
filling the vaginal dayspring of one of its princess

now nothing can be more fun-giving
like this morbid sight and i choose to glory in it
drink of it and making it satiate my bloody vengance
your blood oozing so freely in this clouded night
where pain rule supreme and i king of it all
the nights telling of a once springing vitality
but gone, extincted, when you touched the ranting heart



totally ranting