Submissions by FlickeringSoftly11
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 9:04am
12th Aug 2012 9:04am
Scrapped Knee (1st heartbreak)
I’m crying inside wanting to let it all pass
But no drops will be shed for tis nearly a scratch
Yet I sit here drowning that voice trying to speak
So it waits calmly and wise like a mother should be
Lungs of mine emptied as it penetrates the air
Screaming out the pain that’s been discovered
For I am a toddler with my first scrapped knee
So as you can see this means a lot to me
Yet the voice inside waiting for the commotion to pass
That motherly voice where sitting still is all she asks
She knows that a bandage will help ease the pain
And that the...
But no drops will be shed for tis nearly a scratch
Yet I sit here drowning that voice trying to speak
So it waits calmly and wise like a mother should be
Lungs of mine emptied as it penetrates the air
Screaming out the pain that’s been discovered
For I am a toddler with my first scrapped knee
So as you can see this means a lot to me
Yet the voice inside waiting for the commotion to pass
That motherly voice where sitting still is all she asks
She knows that a bandage will help ease the pain
And that the...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 8:28am
12th Aug 2012 8:28am
I Am From..
I am from dish soap,
from Ajax and soft hand towels.
I am from the road on which our tires drive.
(Never-ending, consistent
its worn no matter where.)
I am from the rough patches of city grass,
the forest whose bark devours reality
as if I were standing there once again.
I am from karaoke and blonde hair,
from Debbie and Jamie; and Kyle and Kody.
I am from the smart alecks
and the stubborn-headed,
from ask your dad and go to bed.
I am from Ephesians and the armour of God,
with prayers before bed
and a golden crucifix...
from Ajax and soft hand towels.
I am from the road on which our tires drive.
(Never-ending, consistent
its worn no matter where.)
I am from the rough patches of city grass,
the forest whose bark devours reality
as if I were standing there once again.
I am from karaoke and blonde hair,
from Debbie and Jamie; and Kyle and Kody.
I am from the smart alecks
and the stubborn-headed,
from ask your dad and go to bed.
I am from Ephesians and the armour of God,
with prayers before bed
and a golden crucifix...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jul 2012 9:01am
20th Jul 2012 9:01am
Stars To The Night
A sky without its stars,
leaves the moon to stand alone.
Your footsteps sauntering away from me,
offers no place to go.
Night after night I see these stars,
but still you have to leave.
Not for good
and not forever,
just to wish a goodnights sleep.
Arms warmed with summer’s breath,
never desire to surrender.
You whisper the words alongside my head.
I hope “I love you” lasts forever.
You walk away,
our goodbyes are said.
Shoes lightly sigh against the cement.
And there I stand wondering alone,
Were these...
leaves the moon to stand alone.
Your footsteps sauntering away from me,
offers no place to go.
Night after night I see these stars,
but still you have to leave.
Not for good
and not forever,
just to wish a goodnights sleep.
Arms warmed with summer’s breath,
never desire to surrender.
You whisper the words alongside my head.
I hope “I love you” lasts forever.
You walk away,
our goodbyes are said.
Shoes lightly sigh against the cement.
And there I stand wondering alone,
Were these...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2011 6:57am
2nd Aug 2011 6:57am
Split
Here I am…
Muscles pulsing as I pace the floor
Anger slipping past my quivering lips
Emotions drench the air I breathe
Regret holds its iron grip
As for you…
Contempt sitting in your high little tower
Life made to feel easy with all the lies
Caring lost in your imaginative realm
Feelings wrapped in their disguise
Now I wonder why…
Feelings were never verbalized
Showing emotions were out of the question
Trying never came to mind and
Loving another was failed to mention…
Muscles pulsing as I pace the floor
Anger slipping past my quivering lips
Emotions drench the air I breathe
Regret holds its iron grip
As for you…
Contempt sitting in your high little tower
Life made to feel easy with all the lies
Caring lost in your imaginative realm
Feelings wrapped in their disguise
Now I wonder why…
Feelings were never verbalized
Showing emotions were out of the question
Trying never came to mind and
Loving another was failed to mention…
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2011 8:07pm
22nd Jun 2011 8:07pm
Shut the Hell Up!
I need to sleep, but I cant go.
My eyelids wont shut, and when they're getting low
all I can see are the words rolling by
like credits filling the screen whole.
Like the speed of light,
my minds competitively racing.
A thousand thoughts being criticized.
Why cant I live my own life,
living it happily the way I want it to be?
Why does their brain matter matter to me?
They can kiss my fucking ass for all that I care.
But I know thats not true.
Convincing myself I dont,
but I do...
It wont stop.
The words that could be,...
My eyelids wont shut, and when they're getting low
all I can see are the words rolling by
like credits filling the screen whole.
Like the speed of light,
my minds competitively racing.
A thousand thoughts being criticized.
Why cant I live my own life,
living it happily the way I want it to be?
Why does their brain matter matter to me?
They can kiss my fucking ass for all that I care.
But I know thats not true.
Convincing myself I dont,
but I do...
It wont stop.
The words that could be,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jun 2011 00:43am
14th Jun 2011 00:43am
Thought
There you are.Listening...
but not to the chatter that fills the air.
You could but you dont, just tuning out.
You contemplate the elapse of everything else
that no one seems to descry,
the oblique drift of cascading white rain;
the towering giants reaching out
for the most subtle touch of blue,
yet their spindly fingers cant seem to grab hold.
March is nearly gone,
yet Frost is still a play.
The fields once alive,
their stalks now emerging
out from the new found snow.
It suffocates...
but not to the chatter that fills the air.
You could but you dont, just tuning out.
You contemplate the elapse of everything else
that no one seems to descry,
the oblique drift of cascading white rain;
the towering giants reaching out
for the most subtle touch of blue,
yet their spindly fingers cant seem to grab hold.
March is nearly gone,
yet Frost is still a play.
The fields once alive,
their stalks now emerging
out from the new found snow.
It suffocates...
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