Submissions by LillyTheFreak
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If you can't handle me like this freak, watch me walk away like the model I actually am.
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th May 2013 11:27pm
10th May 2013 11:27pm
Locker room fun (Liza)
Her hand trembled just a little as I held it. Such a shy creature. She had always been the "grey mouse" at school. No one ever noticed her.
But I did.
I used to watch her during the gym. The calm way she jogged and the way every limb moved. Her hair flowing in the wind. I just couldn't take it anymore. I gazed at her in the locker room, but not enough for anyone to notice. Such a shy girl.
And now, I stood here holding her hand. We were the only ones left in our locker room. I had stopped her from putting on her t-shirt. I had never wanted anyone this much before,...
But I did.
I used to watch her during the gym. The calm way she jogged and the way every limb moved. Her hair flowing in the wind. I just couldn't take it anymore. I gazed at her in the locker room, but not enough for anyone to notice. Such a shy girl.
And now, I stood here holding her hand. We were the only ones left in our locker room. I had stopped her from putting on her t-shirt. I had never wanted anyone this much before,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 6:37pm
28th Jan 2013 6:37pm
How to Start Over In Five Steps
Through many years
I've been searching for a way to move
towards the future without carrying the past
as deadweight on my shoulders.
Five simple steps made me a future
that I welcome with open arms.
Step one: find a band who write songs with meaningful lyrics.
That step is essentials. Look deeper withing rock, metal and punk. Usually, they are the only ones who know that kind of stuff.
Step two: find the songs that inspires you to do something good about your life. I found one by FiveFingerDeathPunch. It's named Coming Down and...
I've been searching for a way to move
towards the future without carrying the past
as deadweight on my shoulders.
Five simple steps made me a future
that I welcome with open arms.
Step one: find a band who write songs with meaningful lyrics.
That step is essentials. Look deeper withing rock, metal and punk. Usually, they are the only ones who know that kind of stuff.
Step two: find the songs that inspires you to do something good about your life. I found one by FiveFingerDeathPunch. It's named Coming Down and...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 4:16pm
22nd Jan 2013 4:16pm
My vision
Young girl, in a hospital.
Broken down, has no hope.
17 years old, no family.
17 years old, no friends.
Not alone.
Young girl, on the street.
Selling her body, has no future.
17 years old, no happiness.
17 years old, no life.
Not alone.
Young girl, don't want this life.
Drugs and violence, torn apart.
17 years old, dreams of family.
17 years old, dreams of friends.
Not alone.
Several more have been.
Several more to come.
Why look down on them?
Why put them in jail?
Why not try to help...
Broken down, has no hope.
17 years old, no family.
17 years old, no friends.
Not alone.
Young girl, on the street.
Selling her body, has no future.
17 years old, no happiness.
17 years old, no life.
Not alone.
Young girl, don't want this life.
Drugs and violence, torn apart.
17 years old, dreams of family.
17 years old, dreams of friends.
Not alone.
Several more have been.
Several more to come.
Why look down on them?
Why put them in jail?
Why not try to help...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Jan 2013 11:50am
19th Jan 2013 11:50am
My story. Why I am like this
Let me tell you the story of my life. Many may see that they are not alone. Many may think that I want attention.
But the truth is that I want you to imagine you were me. Try to look at the world trough my eyes. Then you might see why people commit suicide.
I was born and raised in a quiet neighborhood. Not many children to play with. At the age of 5, I became a victim of bullies. Mocked me because I couldn't count and do the math they could. What did they expect of a 5 year old girl? I couldn't know as much as 3rd or 4th graders!
That was the year I started wondering if...
But the truth is that I want you to imagine you were me. Try to look at the world trough my eyes. Then you might see why people commit suicide.
I was born and raised in a quiet neighborhood. Not many children to play with. At the age of 5, I became a victim of bullies. Mocked me because I couldn't count and do the math they could. What did they expect of a 5 year old girl? I couldn't know as much as 3rd or 4th graders!
That was the year I started wondering if...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Jan 2013 11:07am
19th Jan 2013 11:07am
Wtf, brain?
Hollywood Undead preforming We Are, is the song that kinda describes me. I am made from broken parts. I'm like this crumbled paper: no matter how well you try to fix it, you can still see the marks. I wonder if that's why I am so confused right now.
You see, I have this great boyfriend. Treats me like I am an angel or something. But my feelings for him are not as strong as my feelings for someone else. And here is the part that I am a little confused about: the guy I like more than my boyfriend says that he hates me, but sometimes he forget to be sarcastic and then he can smile and laugh...
You see, I have this great boyfriend. Treats me like I am an angel or something. But my feelings for him are not as strong as my feelings for someone else. And here is the part that I am a little confused about: the guy I like more than my boyfriend says that he hates me, but sometimes he forget to be sarcastic and then he can smile and laugh...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Dec 2012 8:46pm
30th Dec 2012 8:46pm
My litle fantasy (lesbian)
I have never told you what I have wanted to do to you
nor have I told that I like you that way
But now I'll tell what I want to do with you
I'm not afraid anymore.
So here is my fantasy
It's a chilly January day. The frost lays upon everything outside and sparkles in the morning sun. It's so beutiful... Just like you.
This is the day you are coming to visit me. It's been a very long time. I pick you up as we agreed. You greet me with a hug and I finally get to feel you scent again. You are so beutiful, in a nice shirt and jeans.
We finally get home, after...
nor have I told that I like you that way
But now I'll tell what I want to do with you
I'm not afraid anymore.
So here is my fantasy
It's a chilly January day. The frost lays upon everything outside and sparkles in the morning sun. It's so beutiful... Just like you.
This is the day you are coming to visit me. It's been a very long time. I pick you up as we agreed. You greet me with a hug and I finally get to feel you scent again. You are so beutiful, in a nice shirt and jeans.
We finally get home, after...
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