Submissions by Inspiration_Speaks (Courtney Singleton)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Apr 2013 11:26pm
5th Apr 2013 11:26pm
For My Family
I've tried to see your side of this
but your side is growing thin.
Sharing your love with everyone
and yet I'm still not in it.
I've tried to tell you my story
but you just laugh like a critic.
I want you to see my future
but I know you'll be there frowning.
I do all these things for you
and I'm still not happy.
Do I make you proud?
You laugh at me,
am I funny?
My future has been in everyone else's hands;
when is my turn?
Tell me, when is it my turn?
I'm screaming into your ear,
vibrating your soul.
But yet it goes...
but your side is growing thin.
Sharing your love with everyone
and yet I'm still not in it.
I've tried to tell you my story
but you just laugh like a critic.
I want you to see my future
but I know you'll be there frowning.
I do all these things for you
and I'm still not happy.
Do I make you proud?
You laugh at me,
am I funny?
My future has been in everyone else's hands;
when is my turn?
Tell me, when is it my turn?
I'm screaming into your ear,
vibrating your soul.
But yet it goes...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2013 8:50pm
4th Apr 2013 8:50pm
I Cried Today
Today I cried.
I cried because of a lullaby.
His voice winding and unwinding in my ears;
His beautiful voice was all I could hear.
He sounded happy.
He reminded me.
A time when I was once happy.
Many years ago, many.
I remember when I first played that song.
On piano. I got up and played along.
I sang along, I screamed along.
I tried to remember what went wrong.
But I don't know,
and I can't take it, no.
Today I cried.
I cried because of a lullaby
His voice embracing my soul, telling me "it's okay"
Drying my tears,...
I cried because of a lullaby.
His voice winding and unwinding in my ears;
His beautiful voice was all I could hear.
He sounded happy.
He reminded me.
A time when I was once happy.
Many years ago, many.
I remember when I first played that song.
On piano. I got up and played along.
I sang along, I screamed along.
I tried to remember what went wrong.
But I don't know,
and I can't take it, no.
Today I cried.
I cried because of a lullaby
His voice embracing my soul, telling me "it's okay"
Drying my tears,...
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Mar 2013 10:35am
17th Mar 2013 10:35am
1/25/13
holding on to nothing is the usual for you
in all this screaming silence you just see a dream
the dream transfers fast into a nightmare and all you can decide is that no one's there
they say they're there for you but when you cry, they easily find another you want to be close to someone that you think you might smother...
them into a revelation where they realize
you certainly haven't changed for the better
say everything's okay when you know it's not
you always have the razor blade
hope you don't get caught
you're feeling so distraught
you think...
in all this screaming silence you just see a dream
the dream transfers fast into a nightmare and all you can decide is that no one's there
they say they're there for you but when you cry, they easily find another you want to be close to someone that you think you might smother...
them into a revelation where they realize
you certainly haven't changed for the better
say everything's okay when you know it's not
you always have the razor blade
hope you don't get caught
you're feeling so distraught
you think...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 00:39am
15th Mar 2013 00:39am
*3.14...**
Now I know a place abandoned, an earthy scene, yet eerie. Abnormal sabotages through condensed air to sea; banished late, erases my slates, once and for eternity. Yet my evening complexes words with my thoughts, creating what I conceived through a vision. Disturbed, but conscious; entranced, yet… burning light? A new color spectrum, no! Please anonymous, analyze this euphorium…
*3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749 <--Pi digits I used
**for 0 I used any amount of letters as I desired
*3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749 <--Pi digits I used
**for 0 I used any amount of letters as I desired
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 00:37am
8th Mar 2013 00:37am
Bury You (Marry You Parody) *
It's a terrible night,
And I’m tryna get away from you.
Hey Jonny, I think I wanna bury you!
Is it the look in your eyes?
Or the fact that I hate you?
Who cares, Jonny? I think I wanna bury you!
Well I know this little graveyard
out there in the woods we can go
Six feet under, you know
Oh come on, Jon
Your heads will be smashed
they both will go in the trash I will show all
yea on my vlog
And it's on, Jon
Hey wait, no no no no no
The grave is over here
Go down in the hole
Oh I’m ready, oh so ready
...
And I’m tryna get away from you.
Hey Jonny, I think I wanna bury you!
Is it the look in your eyes?
Or the fact that I hate you?
Who cares, Jonny? I think I wanna bury you!
Well I know this little graveyard
out there in the woods we can go
Six feet under, you know
Oh come on, Jon
Your heads will be smashed
they both will go in the trash I will show all
yea on my vlog
And it's on, Jon
Hey wait, no no no no no
The grave is over here
Go down in the hole
Oh I’m ready, oh so ready
...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Feb 2013 2:55am
20th Feb 2013 2:55am
I'm Back
I haven't written in so long.
I feel like I've given up on something,
like an anorexic giving up on food.
I lost my ways;
The only ways I had left,
but I'm ready to start again.
It'll take time but I'm ready.
I'm ready for a change,
for a new start.
I'm ready to feel wanted-
though I know I'll get none of that.
My depression still lingers
along with the suicidal thoughts creeping up my spine,
but I still act like a clown,
pulling the clouds away from the sunshine.
I've been going through alot-
thinking as always, overthinking as...
I feel like I've given up on something,
like an anorexic giving up on food.
I lost my ways;
The only ways I had left,
but I'm ready to start again.
It'll take time but I'm ready.
I'm ready for a change,
for a new start.
I'm ready to feel wanted-
though I know I'll get none of that.
My depression still lingers
along with the suicidal thoughts creeping up my spine,
but I still act like a clown,
pulling the clouds away from the sunshine.
I've been going through alot-
thinking as always, overthinking as...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
1st Mar 2012 1:00am
1st Mar 2012 1:00am
The Madman (Short Story I Wrote for English)
As the cold wind whispers in our ears, Daisy, Courtney, Ethan, Tanner, Cody, Da’sean, Tommai, and I all get ready to do the unspeakable. We were going to go into a haunted house. The place where is said that the most demented, satanic person torments the innocent. “You go first man. I aint goin’ into no damn haunted house alone,” Da’sean says. Bad enough though, we didn't know what we were getting ourselves into.
We walk in the house the back way, so we start in the garage. The odor of mold and rust attack us as if they were cops and us as fugitives. We held our breath as long as we...
We walk in the house the back way, so we start in the garage. The odor of mold and rust attack us as if they were cops and us as fugitives. We held our breath as long as we...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jun 2011 10:14pm
26th Jun 2011 10:14pm
I'm Sorry
The world I live in
I feel all I do is sin
I feel this is the end
All of these rules bend
and break to the depths of despair
to the abyss of inevitability
Can this world see me for me?
Not the tears they see me cry
All I feel are lies, they despise me
They do
I feel so blue
I have no clue
What to do nextI mean
You have not seen what I've seen
Heard what I've heard
Felt what I felt here
Nowadays I fear
Not of death, of life as a tear-
It rolls down my face to join the others down near;...
I feel all I do is sin
I feel this is the end
All of these rules bend
and break to the depths of despair
to the abyss of inevitability
Can this world see me for me?
Not the tears they see me cry
All I feel are lies, they despise me
They do
I feel so blue
I have no clue
What to do nextI mean
You have not seen what I've seen
Heard what I've heard
Felt what I felt here
Nowadays I fear
Not of death, of life as a tear-
It rolls down my face to join the others down near;...
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