Submissions by Finding_herself
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jun 2010 7:20pm
17th Jun 2010 7:20pm
you left me stranded
A wave of a hand,
thats all it took.
for you to come walking back into my head.
it meant nothing.
it meant something.
im not sure anymore.
everytime something gets good,
you have to come and make me second guess myself.
hes the one thats been picking up the pieces,
when you left me abandoned.
I made you seem like a nice boy,
as if it were mutual.
fuck that.
you broke my heart.
you left me stranded,
you left me alone.
sometimes it takes knowing,
that you didnt care to allow myself to know,
i never loved you.
i thought...
thats all it took.
for you to come walking back into my head.
it meant nothing.
it meant something.
im not sure anymore.
everytime something gets good,
you have to come and make me second guess myself.
hes the one thats been picking up the pieces,
when you left me abandoned.
I made you seem like a nice boy,
as if it were mutual.
fuck that.
you broke my heart.
you left me stranded,
you left me alone.
sometimes it takes knowing,
that you didnt care to allow myself to know,
i never loved you.
i thought...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2010 7:13pm
17th Jun 2010 7:13pm
(No title)
what do you write,
when you feel nothing at all?
when you couldnt care less
if you trip and fall?
when nothing matters,
but just pushing through the days.
do you write about some love?
that will never come true?
or about the sky and the ocean,
oh so blue?
do you make up some wild fantasy?
or do you stick with the truth?
do you make up a white lie,
to pull you back into reality?
what do you write,
when you have nothing to say.
nothing to be heard,
no prices to pay.
this poem is stupid,
because i feel nothing...
when you feel nothing at all?
when you couldnt care less
if you trip and fall?
when nothing matters,
but just pushing through the days.
do you write about some love?
that will never come true?
or about the sky and the ocean,
oh so blue?
do you make up some wild fantasy?
or do you stick with the truth?
do you make up a white lie,
to pull you back into reality?
what do you write,
when you have nothing to say.
nothing to be heard,
no prices to pay.
this poem is stupid,
because i feel nothing...
916 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2010 4:10am
29th May 2010 4:10am
Colors,
The colorsshe shows
are cheerful and bright,
with the ones she feels
held deep inside.
Many people see her as
a rainbow,
filled with ever color.
Bright and radiant.
She has her days,
when her rainbow disappears.
Darkskies overpower the light.
To many don't see
her storm is always there
&she is afriaid of the dark.
are cheerful and bright,
with the ones she feels
held deep inside.
Many people see her as
a rainbow,
filled with ever color.
Bright and radiant.
She has her days,
when her rainbow disappears.
Darkskies overpower the light.
To many don't see
her storm is always there
&she is afriaid of the dark.
809 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2010 00:40am
26th May 2010 00:40am
to.get.her
You say these witty things like,
I like you, but i know you dont feel the same.
Is this all part of your game plan?
or are you really that blind?
Its hard to explain to those people
wo think the wrong things
were sort of "talking"
but not in a way, others may say.
were more getting to know each other
even though were both attracted
like the strongest magnets.
You got this game plan, I know it well.
you dont got her, so
you have to.get.her
but we both know we will end up
Together.
I like you, but i know you dont feel the same.
Is this all part of your game plan?
or are you really that blind?
Its hard to explain to those people
wo think the wrong things
were sort of "talking"
but not in a way, others may say.
were more getting to know each other
even though were both attracted
like the strongest magnets.
You got this game plan, I know it well.
you dont got her, so
you have to.get.her
but we both know we will end up
Together.
948 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2010 1:16am
19th May 2010 1:16am
My personal river.
your own son hasnt talked to you in four days.
where is he?right down the hall.
Sure, you may have been angry.
But did you have to go saying such cruel things
to both me and him, tears fell like acid rain.
But tears fall no more.
for every second you spend not talking to him
is just another click in my head
that confirms, your my personal river.
So im building a bridge and getting over you.
because you will bring
self destruction, of the worst kind.
where is he?right down the hall.
Sure, you may have been angry.
But did you have to go saying such cruel things
to both me and him, tears fell like acid rain.
But tears fall no more.
for every second you spend not talking to him
is just another click in my head
that confirms, your my personal river.
So im building a bridge and getting over you.
because you will bring
self destruction, of the worst kind.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th May 2010 5:29pm
15th May 2010 5:29pm
Iraq Warrior.
Though I'll never meet you
I already know
You loved me more
than you could ever show.
You loved me enough to defend
our land and those in it, that you will never know.
I dont know how you could be
oh so amazing to me
& our family, friends, and all the
people in this crude world
that you would hit your knees
& arrive back home in a box.
Because you loved me.
R.I.P
Jason Beadles 1985-2007
I already know
You loved me more
than you could ever show.
You loved me enough to defend
our land and those in it, that you will never know.
I dont know how you could be
oh so amazing to me
& our family, friends, and all the
people in this crude world
that you would hit your knees
& arrive back home in a box.
Because you loved me.
R.I.P
Jason Beadles 1985-2007
1099 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2010 2:03am
12th May 2010 2:03am
Finding Herself.
Look in the mirror
What doI see?
A blank faced girl
staring back at me.
The pain and struggle
she trudges through every day
is hidden well.
Through her deep brown eyes.
No one knows her story
Few would care to listen,
if it were to be told.
Shes just a girl
in a body of girls.
Just trying to find herself.
What doI see?
A blank faced girl
staring back at me.
The pain and struggle
she trudges through every day
is hidden well.
Through her deep brown eyes.
No one knows her story
Few would care to listen,
if it were to be told.
Shes just a girl
in a body of girls.
Just trying to find herself.
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