Submissions by Lifehouse
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Bill Wurtz is my inspiration.
10:53 pm
As tired as I am, I
Can't let myself fall asleep while I
Am waiting on your notification to pop up.
And even after it does, I
Have to wait so it doesn't look like I
Was sitting by my phone waiting.
But I
Was.
Can't let myself fall asleep while I
Am waiting on your notification to pop up.
And even after it does, I
Have to wait so it doesn't look like I
Was sitting by my phone waiting.
But I
Was.
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Today
Sometimes, I miss my razors.
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Stories
writing short stories
about what you are doing,
where you are going,
who you are with
letting the pen flow
writing symbols,
lines,
curves,
and sratches
with out thinking what those words
might spell out
for you and
for those around you.......
about what you are doing,
where you are going,
who you are with
letting the pen flow
writing symbols,
lines,
curves,
and sratches
with out thinking what those words
might spell out
for you and
for those around you.......
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Downfall
I know you are trying
To be good,
To keep your pants on
Like you should
Trying to keep
Your good reputation
But you should remember
I’m your occupation
Lying on the couch
With your hand up my shirt
Why don’t you take it off,
Let’s see how much you’re worth
I love you so much
And I’m ready to go
All the way with you
Let go with the flow
To the beat of the music
On the floor
I want to rip your clothes off
And show you much more
I know you want it too
You’re just trying to keep respect ...
To be good,
To keep your pants on
Like you should
Trying to keep
Your good reputation
But you should remember
I’m your occupation
Lying on the couch
With your hand up my shirt
Why don’t you take it off,
Let’s see how much you’re worth
I love you so much
And I’m ready to go
All the way with you
Let go with the flow
To the beat of the music
On the floor
I want to rip your clothes off
And show you much more
I know you want it too
You’re just trying to keep respect ...
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Who I Thought
When I first met him
He was kind, gentle, and sweet
When I first met him
I thought he understood me
He could always make me laugh
I thought he always told the truth
I thought he loved me
I thought he cared
He was all mine
And mine alone
I have learned not to think
He was not
Who he said he was
He’s good at pretending
And hiding
Lying
Kind? Gentle? Sweet?
Those words no longer exist
He can’t understand
Why I cry
The tears of betrayal
That fall
Softly and quietly
It’s good to know he still...
He was kind, gentle, and sweet
When I first met him
I thought he understood me
He could always make me laugh
I thought he always told the truth
I thought he loved me
I thought he cared
He was all mine
And mine alone
I have learned not to think
He was not
Who he said he was
He’s good at pretending
And hiding
Lying
Kind? Gentle? Sweet?
Those words no longer exist
He can’t understand
Why I cry
The tears of betrayal
That fall
Softly and quietly
It’s good to know he still...
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See Me
Why do I feel
Unnoticed,
Unseen,
Unheard?
Why do I feel
Invisible?
Just a tool
To be used
When needed
for your own good
Why do I feel
Like a speck of dust
Stuck way up high
Where no one can
See me
Or reach me
To help me down
Unnoticed,
Unseen,
Unheard?
Why do I feel
Invisible?
Just a tool
To be used
When needed
for your own good
Why do I feel
Like a speck of dust
Stuck way up high
Where no one can
See me
Or reach me
To help me down
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Death Wish
There he is
Sitting there
Smiling and laughing
Asking for a death wish
There he is
Pointing
Whispering
Asking for a death wish
There he is
Toying
Staring
Asking for a death wish
There he is
Leaving
Calling, ‘Have fun!’
Asking for a death wish
There he is
There he’s not
Not one glance back
Asking for a death wish
Here I am
Ready to grant
His first and last wish
His death wish
Sitting there
Smiling and laughing
Asking for a death wish
There he is
Pointing
Whispering
Asking for a death wish
There he is
Toying
Staring
Asking for a death wish
There he is
Leaving
Calling, ‘Have fun!’
Asking for a death wish
There he is
There he’s not
Not one glance back
Asking for a death wish
Here I am
Ready to grant
His first and last wish
His death wish
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Hiding
you don't know
what is hidden
behind this smile
but
maybe
if you look close enough
you'll find my pain
hidden deep
inside my heart
all of it locked
in a safe
unreachable by
anyone
but
maybe
if you search
deep into my soul
you might find
the key
the key
hidden behind
fake smiles
silent crying
and broken pieces
broken pieces
of my heart
all of this
covering up the pain
of what you did to me
it wouldn't matter
you can't unlock my pain
the...
what is hidden
behind this smile
but
maybe
if you look close enough
you'll find my pain
hidden deep
inside my heart
all of it locked
in a safe
unreachable by
anyone
but
maybe
if you search
deep into my soul
you might find
the key
the key
hidden behind
fake smiles
silent crying
and broken pieces
broken pieces
of my heart
all of this
covering up the pain
of what you did to me
it wouldn't matter
you can't unlock my pain
the...
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Hurt
Hurt
Comes in many ways
In stormy weather
On sunny days
Hurt
Is your best friend
Until it finds your weakness
It stabs you
and becomes your end
Hurt
Is found in many forms
People, family, friends
And almost always ends in a storm
Hurt
Starts in your heart
It seeps slowly and painfully up
Until you have no strength to start
Hurt
Will rip and tear and pull
It devours you up
It can’t stop ‘till it’s full
Unless…
You get that one ray of hope
It breaks through the storm
And...
Comes in many ways
In stormy weather
On sunny days
Hurt
Is your best friend
Until it finds your weakness
It stabs you
and becomes your end
Hurt
Is found in many forms
People, family, friends
And almost always ends in a storm
Hurt
Starts in your heart
It seeps slowly and painfully up
Until you have no strength to start
Hurt
Will rip and tear and pull
It devours you up
It can’t stop ‘till it’s full
Unless…
You get that one ray of hope
It breaks through the storm
And...
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Gone
I didn’t talk
I let him go
I watched him leave
I put on a show
I cried, I yelled
I made up lies
I laughed, I whispered
I said last goodbyes
He is gone
I don’t know what to think
I love him, I hate him
I’ve lost that link
That link
That held us both together
Though he didn’t know it
And I didn’t tell him
He turned around
He thought for a minuet
But then heard a rumor
And jumped on in it
Then ran away
As far as the sun
When he finally came back
All the lies were gone
...
I let him go
I watched him leave
I put on a show
I cried, I yelled
I made up lies
I laughed, I whispered
I said last goodbyes
He is gone
I don’t know what to think
I love him, I hate him
I’ve lost that link
That link
That held us both together
Though he didn’t know it
And I didn’t tell him
He turned around
He thought for a minuet
But then heard a rumor
And jumped on in it
Then ran away
As far as the sun
When he finally came back
All the lies were gone
...
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Out of Time
Standing here the
World is spinning
Out of control
Not in my hands
No one to help me out
Of thisshit
Why am I alone
With no more
Time to fix things
Before they fall apart
World is spinning
Out of control
Not in my hands
No one to help me out
Of thisshit
Why am I alone
With no more
Time to fix things
Before they fall apart
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You
What do you do when,
in the pit of your stomach,
you feel this burning, bubbling feeling?
Like there are butterflies in your stomach
but your going to throw them up in about 2 seconds.
Like someone just ripped your heart out,
maybe stomped on it a bit
until it was just dust blown away by the wind.
And this feeling keeps coming back
andnothing can rid you of this horrible feeling
deep down inside your soul
trying to force its way out.
in the pit of your stomach,
you feel this burning, bubbling feeling?
Like there are butterflies in your stomach
but your going to throw them up in about 2 seconds.
Like someone just ripped your heart out,
maybe stomped on it a bit
until it was just dust blown away by the wind.
And this feeling keeps coming back
andnothing can rid you of this horrible feeling
deep down inside your soul
trying to force its way out.
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