Submissions by Icuduseahugritenow (WallFlower)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a newer poet, but that doesn't mean my short and sweet poetry can't make you reflect back on yourself. Whether it's about love, bad relationship, not being heard, standing up for yourself, or to have a laugh. I'll be here....
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Apr 2015 4:00am
16th Apr 2015 4:00am
Bitter Sweet
So it’s the third hour and nothing has changed. I’m still hanging here impaled by a spring in this savage place. 2b has always been my home, I will not leave for a god-damn dollar fifty! Hershey and BillyBob Butterfingers keep chanting “Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!” How or why they’re still interested in this I don’t know, we lose friends all the time. For example these foreigners named Almond seem to be pretty religious, spreading the word of Joy. We also have some new Reese’s cups on the street, they don't get along with the 100 Grand bars but who does, they’re snobby and rude.
Bang!...
Bang!...
759 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2013 10:05pm
20th May 2013 10:05pm
Middle Child Pleasures
Being a middle child there is just something about a house to yourself
And eating a snack no one else has gotten into
That makes you smile
When your alone with your parents and you can talk forever without being interrupted
The conversation reaching a halt because your unprepared for the attention and time granted
The glowing moment when you realize your the only one that likes this brand of cereal and it's all yours
Or when you've found a new hiding spot for almost anything
I feel that most middle children are like me,
Kinda quiet at home
Are...
And eating a snack no one else has gotten into
That makes you smile
When your alone with your parents and you can talk forever without being interrupted
The conversation reaching a halt because your unprepared for the attention and time granted
The glowing moment when you realize your the only one that likes this brand of cereal and it's all yours
Or when you've found a new hiding spot for almost anything
I feel that most middle children are like me,
Kinda quiet at home
Are...
828 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2013 2:55am
22nd Feb 2013 2:55am
Fighter
Every time you strike me I will fight
I am a women and you are a man
But don't you ever think that makes me less
I will defend myself
I will stand up
I am Strong
I will get right in your face
And yell
"You cannot hurt me."
"Don't you ever touch me again"
I don't care if it leaves me vulnerable for more
No matter what I will not back down
I will not give up and cry
I will fight back
And though it pains me to say
I may not have the physical advantage
But you will not define me
The bruises I carry are my...
I am a women and you are a man
But don't you ever think that makes me less
I will defend myself
I will stand up
I am Strong
I will get right in your face
And yell
"You cannot hurt me."
"Don't you ever touch me again"
I don't care if it leaves me vulnerable for more
No matter what I will not back down
I will not give up and cry
I will fight back
And though it pains me to say
I may not have the physical advantage
But you will not define me
The bruises I carry are my...
871 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 2:10pm
16th Feb 2013 2:10pm
Bus Ride
She sits alone but doesn't look alone
With her knees up against the seat in front of her
Slid all the way to the window
Her iPod playing
Her sweater ruffled by the breeze and
Her long golden brown hair tucked into a side braid
I look at this girl and wonder who she is
Her head tilted to pier out the window
Her face absorbs the sun
As if the sun can't focus on anything else but her
She is so beautiful but I don't think she knows it
She will beloved
But does she know how much she deserves
She...
With her knees up against the seat in front of her
Slid all the way to the window
Her iPod playing
Her sweater ruffled by the breeze and
Her long golden brown hair tucked into a side braid
I look at this girl and wonder who she is
Her head tilted to pier out the window
Her face absorbs the sun
As if the sun can't focus on anything else but her
She is so beautiful but I don't think she knows it
She will beloved
But does she know how much she deserves
She...
719 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 11:56pm
12th Feb 2013 11:56pm
Melt down
I'm upset
raising my voice
perking up in my seat
arguing that you dont listen
you dont see my view
you're stubbon and close minded
I can't help but leap towards you in passion and frustration
you hear me but you dont see me
your words do nothing but point blame
no responsibility taken on any account
I feel as if I am conversing with a child
the tears come to fill my eyes
I loose everything I have worked for
I lost my edge of authority and seriousness
you view me as soft and dismiss the issue
I am determined to...
raising my voice
perking up in my seat
arguing that you dont listen
you dont see my view
you're stubbon and close minded
I can't help but leap towards you in passion and frustration
you hear me but you dont see me
your words do nothing but point blame
no responsibility taken on any account
I feel as if I am conversing with a child
the tears come to fill my eyes
I loose everything I have worked for
I lost my edge of authority and seriousness
you view me as soft and dismiss the issue
I am determined to...
854 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2013 7:12pm
6th Jan 2013 7:12pm
Second to Moment
I stare out the window of my car
My mom complaining in the drivers seat
She gets so irritated that she turns the radio volume all the way down
Instead of just turning it off
It's raining and my brothers in the back seat
He couldn't care less what mother was saying
Music overflowing from his ear phones
I'm quietly sitting shotgun
Curled at an angle where my knee is up on the seat but still comfortable with my seatbelt
I seem to have tuned out my mother and place her in the background
The rain pelting the car is the...
My mom complaining in the drivers seat
She gets so irritated that she turns the radio volume all the way down
Instead of just turning it off
It's raining and my brothers in the back seat
He couldn't care less what mother was saying
Music overflowing from his ear phones
I'm quietly sitting shotgun
Curled at an angle where my knee is up on the seat but still comfortable with my seatbelt
I seem to have tuned out my mother and place her in the background
The rain pelting the car is the...
900 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jan 2013 00:19am
1st Jan 2013 00:19am
2012
It's 11:00pm on December 31 2012
And I look back on this past year
As a great year
Love, heartbreak and discovered more about myself
But on this night I find myself
Sad that this year has passed and
Scared of what the new one will bring
This night isn't any different from last
Except that it makes these thoughts seem more important
And of interest
I think im scared of wasting another year of my youth
Wanting to skip over it and be at a different stage in my life
Older, out of the house, Independent
But writing this
I have found...
And I look back on this past year
As a great year
Love, heartbreak and discovered more about myself
But on this night I find myself
Sad that this year has passed and
Scared of what the new one will bring
This night isn't any different from last
Except that it makes these thoughts seem more important
And of interest
I think im scared of wasting another year of my youth
Wanting to skip over it and be at a different stage in my life
Older, out of the house, Independent
But writing this
I have found...
785 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 6:45am
30th Dec 2012 6:45am
Far Away
You're so far away
It hurts when we don't talk
I hear things
Read things
Twitter updates
Facebook statuses
I look at old pictures and miss
The 17 year old you
I loved you
But you're so far away
I can't see your facial expressions
Feel your tone
60% of communication is body language
I'm lost
40% of you isn't enough
Your moving on I can feel it
I chasing after you
But you don't hear me
Calling after you
Yelling the name I gave you
It hurts when we don't talk
I hear things
Read things
Twitter updates
Facebook statuses
I look at old pictures and miss
The 17 year old you
I loved you
But you're so far away
I can't see your facial expressions
Feel your tone
60% of communication is body language
I'm lost
40% of you isn't enough
Your moving on I can feel it
I chasing after you
But you don't hear me
Calling after you
Yelling the name I gave you
757 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2012 9:33pm
25th Nov 2012 9:33pm
Knowing
you think you know me
but thats not knowing someone
hearing things about them
reading social media
listening to their answers to some else's questions
knowing someone takes time
Its their memories
funny accidents
silly or difficult mistakes
embarrassing encounters
knowing someone is deep
Its knowing things that they didn't intend to share
those moments where you just tell the truth
without realizing how much you
let slip through your lips
not having to explain everything in detail
because they just...
but thats not knowing someone
hearing things about them
reading social media
listening to their answers to some else's questions
knowing someone takes time
Its their memories
funny accidents
silly or difficult mistakes
embarrassing encounters
knowing someone is deep
Its knowing things that they didn't intend to share
those moments where you just tell the truth
without realizing how much you
let slip through your lips
not having to explain everything in detail
because they just...
922 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Nov 2012 11:44pm
18th Nov 2012 11:44pm
Never Alone
I was born a twin
Throught my life of whom I've been compared to
Not only do we share a room but we share lives
We share family, friends, teachers, secrets, fears, and dreams
It sounds pretty cool
And it shaped who I am today
But I made it my mission to be different
She was an artist, I an athlete
She was talkative, me quiet
She claimed attention, I was witty
If she liked pink I liked blue
She loved cats I loved dogs
None the less we got called each others names
Had "twin" days
Said the same thing at the...
Throught my life of whom I've been compared to
Not only do we share a room but we share lives
We share family, friends, teachers, secrets, fears, and dreams
It sounds pretty cool
And it shaped who I am today
But I made it my mission to be different
She was an artist, I an athlete
She was talkative, me quiet
She claimed attention, I was witty
If she liked pink I liked blue
She loved cats I loved dogs
None the less we got called each others names
Had "twin" days
Said the same thing at the...
909 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 4:18pm
8th Nov 2012 4:18pm
I'm Sorry
You blessed me with
food, cloths, a home, a twin, a brother, and place in your heart
You supported me, comforted me, thought of me everyday
Yet I went days without telling you things like I Love You
And Thank you
For driving me every where
For e-mailing my teachers when I was to scared to talk
For picking up the very accessory I needed to fit in at school
And driving back to return it, to get a different size
For making my favourite food to my exact specifications
The hours you spent washing and folding my clothes....I...I don't know...
food, cloths, a home, a twin, a brother, and place in your heart
You supported me, comforted me, thought of me everyday
Yet I went days without telling you things like I Love You
And Thank you
For driving me every where
For e-mailing my teachers when I was to scared to talk
For picking up the very accessory I needed to fit in at school
And driving back to return it, to get a different size
For making my favourite food to my exact specifications
The hours you spent washing and folding my clothes....I...I don't know...
839 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Oct 2012 11:52pm
29th Oct 2012 11:52pm
Classroom Copy
What I see
When I look at this book
Is the off white color
The thick black letters
How some of the print has faded away
From florissant light
The way I hold this classroom copy book
My teal painted nails
My fairly tanned hand holding the center of the book
While my other hand holds the weight of my head
Bored to death
Starring at this book,
With the intent of reading it
But finding myself not easily distracted
But searching for distractions
Pondering why every school book has the same font ...
When I look at this book
Is the off white color
The thick black letters
How some of the print has faded away
From florissant light
The way I hold this classroom copy book
My teal painted nails
My fairly tanned hand holding the center of the book
While my other hand holds the weight of my head
Bored to death
Starring at this book,
With the intent of reading it
But finding myself not easily distracted
But searching for distractions
Pondering why every school book has the same font ...
774 reads
2 Comments
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