Submissions by Bambi
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm just a guy who likes poems and believes that poetry is just a way of speaking for your heart and it's desires
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Jun 2013 12:10pm
17th Jun 2013 12:10pm
Father for a day
There's never enough time.
He's always gone before I get too close to comfort.
I always end up missing him without any effort.
He's never here and I guess that's just fine.
The way my little sister asks why he has to leave so damn early breaks me down.
Why would this happen...and why would it bring me to the ground.
Music is also her escape.
And so is cutting.
It's as if she could hear the way out and can also see it's shape.
It explains why she's always running.
She runs away from the pain.
Like if it were some kind of game.
I would...
He's always gone before I get too close to comfort.
I always end up missing him without any effort.
He's never here and I guess that's just fine.
The way my little sister asks why he has to leave so damn early breaks me down.
Why would this happen...and why would it bring me to the ground.
Music is also her escape.
And so is cutting.
It's as if she could hear the way out and can also see it's shape.
It explains why she's always running.
She runs away from the pain.
Like if it were some kind of game.
I would...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 6:05am
9th Jan 2013 6:05am
Philosopher with low self-asteem
Own up to what you've got.
It's what you sought to have.
And if not.
Then things will turn to rubble at the sight of discretion.
Be proud of who you are as a person.
Live up to your expectations.
It's what you sought to have.
And if not.
Then things will turn to rubble at the sight of discretion.
Be proud of who you are as a person.
Live up to your expectations.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 6:00am
9th Jan 2013 6:00am
Lovely nightmare
Love.
It's that feeling when you like someone and when that someone likes you back and that your both willing to do anything for each other.
So your in love.
And you also think that your hearts in love because you can feel it's warm heavy beat on your chest when she kisses you.
You think it's a good thing.
But no.
That warmth that you feel on your chest is just the heart burning up with rage.
Your heart beats because it's trying to kill itself..
Because it knows what will happen next.
It knows that it won't be able to take it.
And it knows that...
It's that feeling when you like someone and when that someone likes you back and that your both willing to do anything for each other.
So your in love.
And you also think that your hearts in love because you can feel it's warm heavy beat on your chest when she kisses you.
You think it's a good thing.
But no.
That warmth that you feel on your chest is just the heart burning up with rage.
Your heart beats because it's trying to kill itself..
Because it knows what will happen next.
It knows that it won't be able to take it.
And it knows that...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jan 2013 3:40am
8th Jan 2013 3:40am
A blessing in disguise
I'm honored to have this lesson.
Such a beautiful blessing.
She will teach me how to love.
Not to shove.
Never again I'll take people for granted.
Never again I'll be afraid to show them how I feel.
It bugs me that this lesson was a short one.
This lesson was more like a message.
It's like if she told my heart to do when it didn't know what to do.
A confused heart it was.
But it never refused to listen.
It accepted this as a blessing.
Never in it's cold den has it ever felt the warmth of a woman.
It's all so new to my heart but...
Such a beautiful blessing.
She will teach me how to love.
Not to shove.
Never again I'll take people for granted.
Never again I'll be afraid to show them how I feel.
It bugs me that this lesson was a short one.
This lesson was more like a message.
It's like if she told my heart to do when it didn't know what to do.
A confused heart it was.
But it never refused to listen.
It accepted this as a blessing.
Never in it's cold den has it ever felt the warmth of a woman.
It's all so new to my heart but...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Jan 2013 3:19am
8th Jan 2013 3:19am
Expressed apology
I don't know why I just Attacked him like that.
Now I feel like crap.
Why did I do it... I don't know.
Perhaps it's because that's the only thing that popped to mind and I'm just so tired of missing him.
I look outside my window and there he is.... Sad and refuses to show.
It's like if any weakness would show.... then you are deemed not worthy.
Not worthy of what.
I thought that a family was suppose to love each other no matter what.
I guess it's all from the lies of the people.
I was fooled once that a family isn't always tough.
Of course he...
Now I feel like crap.
Why did I do it... I don't know.
Perhaps it's because that's the only thing that popped to mind and I'm just so tired of missing him.
I look outside my window and there he is.... Sad and refuses to show.
It's like if any weakness would show.... then you are deemed not worthy.
Not worthy of what.
I thought that a family was suppose to love each other no matter what.
I guess it's all from the lies of the people.
I was fooled once that a family isn't always tough.
Of course he...
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 2:02am
7th Jan 2013 2:02am
Her voice resides [suicide note competition]
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DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2013 1:54am
7th Jan 2013 1:54am
My problem with the clouds
A puff of clouds is what I see on a daily basis.
It calms my nerves and it stops the hurt.
When I huff and puff clouds I really do feel as if I'm there with the clouds.
When a cloud comes up my way I huff and I'll puff until I feel a sense of being proud.
At times I feel as if I'm doing something wrong.
The puffy clouds make me forget about that with their fog.
I wish a cloud could cuddle with me so that I wouldn't have to huff and puff until there's nothing left of the cloud..... But so do my doubts.
But it's ok.
I'm used to making clouds go...
It calms my nerves and it stops the hurt.
When I huff and puff clouds I really do feel as if I'm there with the clouds.
When a cloud comes up my way I huff and I'll puff until I feel a sense of being proud.
At times I feel as if I'm doing something wrong.
The puffy clouds make me forget about that with their fog.
I wish a cloud could cuddle with me so that I wouldn't have to huff and puff until there's nothing left of the cloud..... But so do my doubts.
But it's ok.
I'm used to making clouds go...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 9:58am
6th Jan 2013 9:58am
Rex
Here you are.
In this cold room.
I look down upon you.
You lay still..like rotting meat.
I lift your hand gently.
That same hand that beat my dog every single morning since I was 12.
I picked up a knife.
I begin to cut his hand.
It's silent.
I engrave my dogs name on his hand.
That same dog who he would always beat every morning until he died.
In this cold room.
I look down upon you.
You lay still..like rotting meat.
I lift your hand gently.
That same hand that beat my dog every single morning since I was 12.
I picked up a knife.
I begin to cut his hand.
It's silent.
I engrave my dogs name on his hand.
That same dog who he would always beat every morning until he died.
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