Submissions by DruchiiPrincess
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a writer. A poet not so much. I do write music, but am more interested in feedback on my real life musings and the metaphorical twisted up experiences I've put to page to keep from going insane with flashbacks and memories.
NO LIES
I say fuck it if I aint withcha and don't call me when them tricks dissmiss ya.
I'm the video and you're the picture but the gold frame don't fit ya, and this real bitch won't miss ya.
That's what happens when life decides to fix ya, you call your ride-or-die, these angel eyes, the ones you always seem to wanna make cry, the one who never stops tryin'; but only when you're high.
There is no us, no team, no unity, just torture, just screams, just you, just me, just them and they and some other broad when you say "WE".
Took all you could dish and you broke out...
I'm the video and you're the picture but the gold frame don't fit ya, and this real bitch won't miss ya.
That's what happens when life decides to fix ya, you call your ride-or-die, these angel eyes, the ones you always seem to wanna make cry, the one who never stops tryin'; but only when you're high.
There is no us, no team, no unity, just torture, just screams, just you, just me, just them and they and some other broad when you say "WE".
Took all you could dish and you broke out...
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Ready For The World
Ready for something real. I thought that you would be home by now. I have accepted that by the time you get here, I'll be gone, and neither of us will ever have anything other than insecurity, doubt, great fucking memories of adventures, and a hell of a lot of wondering what it really was, what it coulda and woulda been, and spending our lonely moments wondering "what if we had just swallowed the pride and written a different ending?". After all we've been through, the result will be the realization that we wrote this for ourselves, we just spent our time focused on laying the...
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THE FIGHT
There is the 18 year old kid that still believes every single thing we ever said to each other was real because she was. That girl knows that you were real, we were real. The summer under the trees with nothing that could ever touch what we were together because we didn't even know what it was at the time. Laying in the dark, whispering about nothing and everything. Simply holding each other's hand, walking side by side, looking for the moon every single night, the entire world went away but you and her. The old lady in me fights to talk sense into this stupid girl. Tries to tell her that you...
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