Submissions by Anonymous_Writing
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Apr 2012 4:03am
4th Apr 2012 4:03am
All These Things I 'Hate' About You
There's a kind of madness in the way you eat ice cream with your tongue and not your lips,
In the sense you get mad when a girl, like myself, grins and shakes her hips.
Like the way you snake your words along such hills,
Forgetting to take your sweet happy pills.
A hypothetical bromance when you fight with your friend and rolls your eyes when I mention it,
God why are you such a fucking nit wit?!
Remember when I kissed your neck but yanked you by your hair,
The way you yelped and grew wide eyed like a young mare?
Maybe it's the fact you take...
In the sense you get mad when a girl, like myself, grins and shakes her hips.
Like the way you snake your words along such hills,
Forgetting to take your sweet happy pills.
A hypothetical bromance when you fight with your friend and rolls your eyes when I mention it,
God why are you such a fucking nit wit?!
Remember when I kissed your neck but yanked you by your hair,
The way you yelped and grew wide eyed like a young mare?
Maybe it's the fact you take...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Apr 2012 7:45pm
3rd Apr 2012 7:45pm
Entry #1
What happened to forgetting and moving on from the past?
Though here I see, you have me "feeling kind of special";
Still thinking of lies I once told, how it must irk you so,
To know and behold what a monster I really am.
And you won't understand why I lied and how many times,
Will you be able to find each one?
Write them all down for the world to see?
To see what you failed to notice.
To see your side of the story for once.
Go on, count how many times I lied.
Told a fictional story,
To save some rational part of me.
See, ...
Though here I see, you have me "feeling kind of special";
Still thinking of lies I once told, how it must irk you so,
To know and behold what a monster I really am.
And you won't understand why I lied and how many times,
Will you be able to find each one?
Write them all down for the world to see?
To see what you failed to notice.
To see your side of the story for once.
Go on, count how many times I lied.
Told a fictional story,
To save some rational part of me.
See, ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 1:28pm
3rd Apr 2012 1:28pm
Inspiration From Goodbye
"Wait, when were you going to inform US of this?" Mitch, his voice is loud, outraged even.
"A..Are you... Unhappy with us?" Allison, her tone is that shy and lonely thing I so know.
"I mean, I know I'm like... Switzerland and stuff, but I don't like this..." Mallie, this younger boy uses a laid back trembling word though I can tell he is in discontent.
"...I have to agree." Joe, the oldest man here doesn't have much to say but puts his hands in his pockets in worry.
"I'm sorry! I mean, it's only fair,...
"A..Are you... Unhappy with us?" Allison, her tone is that shy and lonely thing I so know.
"I mean, I know I'm like... Switzerland and stuff, but I don't like this..." Mallie, this younger boy uses a laid back trembling word though I can tell he is in discontent.
"...I have to agree." Joe, the oldest man here doesn't have much to say but puts his hands in his pockets in worry.
"I'm sorry! I mean, it's only fair,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 1:37am
3rd Apr 2012 1:37am
Blowing Out The Past
I reach down into the hot wax and though it burns up my skin I ignore;
Listening to the ticking in the back of my head as it tocks,
Creating such operas and symphonies even if they're all broken records.
Pull out that little black light that tinkers and blips on my radar,
Making such an awful noise when I am trying to sleep alone in my bed.
My trembling calm lips form an O,
Blowing out the painful fire of the light;
Don't let anyone see the single tear that falls.
Listening to the ticking in the back of my head as it tocks,
Creating such operas and symphonies even if they're all broken records.
Pull out that little black light that tinkers and blips on my radar,
Making such an awful noise when I am trying to sleep alone in my bed.
My trembling calm lips form an O,
Blowing out the painful fire of the light;
Don't let anyone see the single tear that falls.
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2012 1:19am
3rd Apr 2012 1:19am
The Change
Ashes crumble and are shoved into a closed mouth
Taking dirty little grimy fingers and pressing them into the paper
A moaning that erupts like clenched teeth against a palm
Tears soaking on the underside of a baby's cheek
The eyes roll and twirl dramatically behind a menacing smile
Like that of some inferno burning in the deeps of her mind
"I need your help!" Her voice cries out in the dark of the room, only her eyes being the window to his creation.
There's a banging on the outside of the door
It begs and pleads to get in as it gurgles and...
Taking dirty little grimy fingers and pressing them into the paper
A moaning that erupts like clenched teeth against a palm
Tears soaking on the underside of a baby's cheek
The eyes roll and twirl dramatically behind a menacing smile
Like that of some inferno burning in the deeps of her mind
"I need your help!" Her voice cries out in the dark of the room, only her eyes being the window to his creation.
There's a banging on the outside of the door
It begs and pleads to get in as it gurgles and...
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2012 1:50am
2nd Apr 2012 1:50am
Blue
Screaming at the lashes
The dire red dripping
Her master yelling annoyed
Telling her she's nothing
Reminding her that she's alone
Convincing her she will die
She smiles at the bruising words
Leaning back against the wall
Watching ice shape beside her
Creating a world of cold
Because in her world of ice,
She's numb.
Because if she's numb,
She can't feel the pain
Reality brings.
The dire red dripping
Her master yelling annoyed
Telling her she's nothing
Reminding her that she's alone
Convincing her she will die
She smiles at the bruising words
Leaning back against the wall
Watching ice shape beside her
Creating a world of cold
Because in her world of ice,
She's numb.
Because if she's numb,
She can't feel the pain
Reality brings.
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Mar 2012 3:12pm
30th Mar 2012 3:12pm
Cheating On Rodger
I see them in the dead of night,
Gleaming through thick black;
Piercing into each fiber and skin.
Across the canvas I fly to them
And listen closely to your breathing,
Whispering back words that blush.
As I lay limp in the cold of my bed,
I want to cry at the empty thing beside me;
Staring at me and cuddling close like a child.
My loving stuffed thing of dire care,
Sometimes I just pretend it's you and kiss it
Just before bed as a saying of Good Night Darling.
When the green of iris' glow beside my head
I know that you are still with me,...
Gleaming through thick black;
Piercing into each fiber and skin.
Across the canvas I fly to them
And listen closely to your breathing,
Whispering back words that blush.
As I lay limp in the cold of my bed,
I want to cry at the empty thing beside me;
Staring at me and cuddling close like a child.
My loving stuffed thing of dire care,
Sometimes I just pretend it's you and kiss it
Just before bed as a saying of Good Night Darling.
When the green of iris' glow beside my head
I know that you are still with me,...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2012 2:58pm
30th Mar 2012 2:58pm
It Wasn't My Fault
Like a good worker I took up the plates,
Only to be startled by a voice.
"______." She said my name.
It was Ms. _____,
My favorite english teacher whom
I've never even had.
She asked if I still talked to ______.
With a heaving sigh of emotion,
I replied that I didn't.
As if this were a scene in a movie she said
"I'm worried about her, she hasn't been in... In months."
There was a silence and I shook,
Hoping the plates would somehow shatter
Into my arms and create red noise.
Suddenly, I couldn't control my throat,...
Only to be startled by a voice.
"______." She said my name.
It was Ms. _____,
My favorite english teacher whom
I've never even had.
She asked if I still talked to ______.
With a heaving sigh of emotion,
I replied that I didn't.
As if this were a scene in a movie she said
"I'm worried about her, she hasn't been in... In months."
There was a silence and I shook,
Hoping the plates would somehow shatter
Into my arms and create red noise.
Suddenly, I couldn't control my throat,...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2012 4:29am
27th Mar 2012 4:29am
Shame On Me
Tonight I asked God if He hated me;
He didn't have to answer because,
I got the answer I was looking for.
The silence that comes when some one looks away in shame.
He didn't have to answer because,
I got the answer I was looking for.
The silence that comes when some one looks away in shame.
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Mar 2012 00:57am
27th Mar 2012 00:57am
The Mind Of A Feverish Wolf
Something is ticking back into the wood.
Billowing out from behind a mask.
Ivory chocolate laced over my face.
The words scrolling like the atmosphere.
I see you, the way your head cocks to the side as it always does--Like a curious birthed bird.
Wouldn't doubt the fact you hear me.
How you couldn't look in the woodworks to see pinholes.
That filthy pig O' mine,
like the posion penetrating my very--Raw, raunchy word here.
Intergrating loose hips against the saddle.
I ride you all the way down the rabbit hole just to watch.
A slender...
Billowing out from behind a mask.
Ivory chocolate laced over my face.
The words scrolling like the atmosphere.
I see you, the way your head cocks to the side as it always does--Like a curious birthed bird.
Wouldn't doubt the fact you hear me.
How you couldn't look in the woodworks to see pinholes.
That filthy pig O' mine,
like the posion penetrating my very--Raw, raunchy word here.
Intergrating loose hips against the saddle.
I ride you all the way down the rabbit hole just to watch.
A slender...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Mar 2012 10:04pm
24th Mar 2012 10:04pm
The Note Attached
Keeper,
I'm sorry if my edges feel rough like leather,
I hope the glass doesn't cut you open,
Apologies if pieces of me fall away--I used tape.
And if my cracks run too deep--
Just give me a kick like I'm use to.
You can ignore those flaming fields,
I'm dry from weeping too long.
If I taste like honey it's only because you're sweet,
The most I feel is like old dust.
Do understand that I don't take painful pleasure;
Treat me like new born instead of after birth.
And if you give me back,
Make sure all my pieces are there beforehand....
I'm sorry if my edges feel rough like leather,
I hope the glass doesn't cut you open,
Apologies if pieces of me fall away--I used tape.
And if my cracks run too deep--
Just give me a kick like I'm use to.
You can ignore those flaming fields,
I'm dry from weeping too long.
If I taste like honey it's only because you're sweet,
The most I feel is like old dust.
Do understand that I don't take painful pleasure;
Treat me like new born instead of after birth.
And if you give me back,
Make sure all my pieces are there beforehand....
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Mar 2012 4:31pm
24th Mar 2012 4:31pm
The Truth The Whole Truth and Nothing but The Truth
I wanted a reason.
A reason to feel this pain within my body.
From the moment I started hating,
and I never knew why;
why I was afraid and when it all started.
I couldn't tell you.
There's this thing,
inside my head,
that says it's easier to lie
than to tell the truth.
As my fingers go numb and my mouth shakes;
I need to say it all.
Everything.
Come to terms that I.
Am a compulsive liar.
Because my life,
is too utterly plain
and there's no reason for me to be sad.
Alas,...
A reason to feel this pain within my body.
From the moment I started hating,
and I never knew why;
why I was afraid and when it all started.
I couldn't tell you.
There's this thing,
inside my head,
that says it's easier to lie
than to tell the truth.
As my fingers go numb and my mouth shakes;
I need to say it all.
Everything.
Come to terms that I.
Am a compulsive liar.
Because my life,
is too utterly plain
and there's no reason for me to be sad.
Alas,...
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