Poetry
Well, most people find poetry a means of expressing our true feelings, so we have here our own little section for our poems. Now of course, chitchat and I didn't write all of these, a lot were contributed by anonymous persons from the Jc Luvers Circle(E~mailme to join), or chitchats webring(E~mail her to join). All of these Poems are copyrighted, which means, Teenies, that if you steal from our site we can get you into some major legal trouble. so just read them,look at them, and if you like them enough to steal them then maybe if you just ASKED us then we might let you borrow it for your site. So, this one is one of my faves, so I have decided to start with it.
Hopeless Love
Hard, it is, to rightly write,
Of the one whom I pine, I cry, I fight
For tears are shed, and words are read,
But to him, i might as well be dead
For he will never know or see,
or speak, or laugh, or talk with me
yet love is born, and that love is true
For a single sole, who never knew
And I am but a lonesome star,
Who lingers high above, afar
With other stars who far outshine,
My lust for him, the want to be mine
And still I dream, and still I pray
For the one I love, but cannot say
A hopeless love, perhaps, maybe,
But still I love, forever, JC
Well, I like dthat one a lot, and no, not just because it was about Jc, I thought it was very well written. I have some more poems, and I will post them as soon as I can, but for now, just send them in to dcwhowe@earthlink.net
Mine
Chris, Justin, Lance, Jc,
All of them belong to me
They all are mine... Joey too
five for me, none for you
Oh, I see, what's that you say?
'I want it that way?"
You wierdo fans, you Backstreet freak,
Take them all them I don't seek
Ok ok start all your raves
Tell me of how they're your faves
I'm listening with door dead ears
Your boiling voice I can not hear
If you want them fine go on,
I won't stop you, not for long
I couldn't care less about your boys
All I care for are my toys
My five little puppets, can't you see?
That I love them and they love me?
So go off and play and spend the day
Don't get me wrong, I know what I say
I say that Back street stink, suck
And all your voices are running amock
All your screams and all your yells
On my deafly ears have fell
I'm busy now, so you'll have to wait,
My favorite guys attempting escape
I think I've gone and scared them dead
Bashed their skulls, crushed their heads.
Oh well, in the first place they were mine...
Thier gorgeous voice, their hair that shines
Chris Justin Lance Jc,
All of them -every one- belong to me
Hehe...
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