Archive for September, 2011

  • The Yeti’s stole my nose!

    The Yeti’s stole my nose!

    September 27th, 2011 | Childrens Poems | Matty Angel | No Comments

    Those Yeti’s Those Yeti’s They stole my nose They replaced it with one That is rather cold I miss my nose It didn’t use to be blocked This ones all stuffy And sniffles a lot Its also heavy feeling And hard to breath out Its not my nose at all Those Yeti’s are a mean […]

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  • Goodbye (The post is called that! I’m not going anywhere!)

    Goodbye (The post is called that! I’m not going anywhere!)

    September 25th, 2011 | Dark poems :( | Matty Angel | 1 Comment

    NB: Not directed at anyone, I wrote this for a friend of mine who was talking to me about how she now has a gap between her and someone she loves 🙂 Goodbye There is a gap between us A space that is so large A hole that is so big We are forever pulled […]

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  • I AM SORRY :(!

    I AM SORRY :(!

    September 22nd, 2011 | Dark poems :( | Matty Angel | No Comments

    I am sorry :(! I don’t mean to say stupid things Or act in stupid ways I don’t mean to be so frustrated Or cry unexpectedly I don’t mean to get grumpy Or mad at you at all I don’t mean to cause you harm Or hurt your soul in anyway I hope that you […]

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  • I am a bee.

    I am a bee.

    September 19th, 2011 | Love Poems | Matty Angel | 3 Comments

    NB: No words to explain this one apart from… I am a bee! Any mistakes point them out for me to fix! I am a bee I am flying I am buzzing I feel the breeze From the trees Life is good I am happy I am a Bee I see the sky The sun […]

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  • Just another day in Piptopia

    Just another day in Piptopia

    September 16th, 2011 | Other Writing, STORIES | Matty Angel | 1 Comment

    NB: Written for my friend Pip and her Daughter Molly, her kityt Lulu and Daisy the puppy ! I wasn’t going to publish this but they said I could! I hope they enjoyed it and hope you all do to! Just another day in Piptopia! In the great land Piptopia Where the Wrestler Queen Pip […]

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  • My site being attack by spam

    My site being attack by spam

    September 15th, 2011 | Authors Note | Matty Angel | No Comments

    HELLO EVERYONE!! My site is being attacked by spam. I sat watching it for 2 hours and I figured out the pattern of how some of it was happening. To help lessen it I moved the category and archive into drop down menus. To use them just click on the drop down and select a month or […]

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  • Why can’t I like blocks?

    Why can’t I like blocks?

    September 12th, 2011 | Other Poems | Matty Angel | 5 Comments

    NB: If there is one thing I hate more than mean people, its people who don’t try to understand me… or people who do not even try. Here is a poem about something that happened after I built a really cool castle out of blocks a few days ago. Why can’t I like blocks? I […]

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  • Going to the Doctors

    Going to the Doctors

    September 8th, 2011 | Childrens Poems | Matty Angel | No Comments

    Going to the Doctors Oh no Oh no I am sick I am sick I was fine one morning But woke up horrible the next I am not sure whats wrong I just feel ick I will have to go to doctors They should have a fix… Though the doctors can be scary With their […]

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  • 3 more pictures of delicious things!

    September 5th, 2011 | Authors Note | Matty Angel | No Comments

    MM Milkshake! Hello everyone!! Just letting you know that I added some new pictures of delicious things! (AS PROMISED!)! I LOVED that milkshake, its going to be my summer drink this year, every year I seem to pick one drink and stick to it through summer! The muffins a friend of mine helped me make, […]

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  • Short Story – The last of a time… (Not often I post these)!

    Short Story – The last of a time… (Not often I post these)!

    September 3rd, 2011 | STORIES | Matty Angel | 4 Comments

    Short Story The Last of a time… Scarred, tired, worn, old. A man sat on the chair by a table, sipping from a glass of whiskey which rested by his high crowned hat that an old revolver lay beside. He was a relic, passed his time… and he let out a heavy sigh as he […]

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