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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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  • I want a friend

    I want a friend

    September 3rd, 2011 | Dark poems :( | Matty Angel | 2 Comments

    NB: I have spent the last few days researching on how to make a friend. I have some friends, and I like those friends very much. But they seem to always be busy on the weekends, and so my weekends are the loneliest days of the week. From Friday to Sunday all I see is my care-workers… […]

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