Submissions by LizB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Vous êtes l'encre qui remplit mon âme
STORY POEM
Published
25th Jun 2014 2:10am
25th Jun 2014 2:10am
I f**king Hate Rats
I keep having this recurring dream since I was eight years old and it's the scariest shit I've ever experienced in my life.
I'm in my old school in Puerto Rico, fucking hate this place. There's a wide basketball court outside where all the boys would play even if it was hot as fuck outside. I'm in my old uniform, a plaid skirt and a white polo shirt with a long cardigan and knee socks. They made us look like fucking porn stars back then. Two doors are in front of me. I start getting pulled in by the left door. I resist. The force gets stronger and stronger and I'm being dragged away...
I'm in my old school in Puerto Rico, fucking hate this place. There's a wide basketball court outside where all the boys would play even if it was hot as fuck outside. I'm in my old uniform, a plaid skirt and a white polo shirt with a long cardigan and knee socks. They made us look like fucking porn stars back then. Two doors are in front of me. I start getting pulled in by the left door. I resist. The force gets stronger and stronger and I'm being dragged away...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2014 00:57am
24th Jun 2014 00:57am
It's My Early Birthday
Five days before my birthday and I want the world
I want a golden phone to prank call Fidel Castro
I want an american bald eagle to finally be American
I want to be Batman (Superman can suck my dick)
I want there to be no borders and have the world live in fucking peace for once
I want a certain someone to be in my bed waiting for me
I want a poem about me for once
I want my dad back, so stop being a prick God
I want some damn privacy
I want it legalized
I want a small cake for myself
My demands are simple....
I want a golden phone to prank call Fidel Castro
I want an american bald eagle to finally be American
I want to be Batman (Superman can suck my dick)
I want there to be no borders and have the world live in fucking peace for once
I want a certain someone to be in my bed waiting for me
I want a poem about me for once
I want my dad back, so stop being a prick God
I want some damn privacy
I want it legalized
I want a small cake for myself
My demands are simple....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2014 11:23pm
20th Jun 2014 11:23pm
Society is a f**king c**t
Stand up only to be pushed back down
Your ideas all go underground
Creativity is your enemy
Getting roofied is the remedy
Be a brainless citizen who follows the rules
Or be a leader who makes them all fools
Be the slave to humanities lies
Or be free to open your eyes
The aware are alive and are trying to survive
Surviving the society that awaits outside
Your ideas all go underground
Creativity is your enemy
Getting roofied is the remedy
Be a brainless citizen who follows the rules
Or be a leader who makes them all fools
Be the slave to humanities lies
Or be free to open your eyes
The aware are alive and are trying to survive
Surviving the society that awaits outside
701 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jun 2014 7:50am
19th Jun 2014 7:50am
It's a Yes
Taking your innocence would be my pleasure
Laying in bed can be an adventure
If it ends one day, I won't regret
Just promise me we won't beget
You're my movie
Let me be your director
By the time I'm done baby you'll be a sexpert
Laying in bed can be an adventure
If it ends one day, I won't regret
Just promise me we won't beget
You're my movie
Let me be your director
By the time I'm done baby you'll be a sexpert
708 reads
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2014 1:47am
18th Jun 2014 1:47am
There's No Love Between the Sheets
Reaching out to the side of the bed
What a surprise, nothing was said
Alone again with the heartache of millions
Once again I want oblivion
Love in these sheets are long gone
Blood in these sheets once again
Another hangover at dawn
Another mind gone insane
The cycle is always here
Even though I try to escape my fears
Fears of being alone
Fears of dying alone
Going over to that side, I still feel the heat
Remembering all those words, so sweet
Now I am in the bleak darkness
Always plagued, stands the artist
What a surprise, nothing was said
Alone again with the heartache of millions
Once again I want oblivion
Love in these sheets are long gone
Blood in these sheets once again
Another hangover at dawn
Another mind gone insane
The cycle is always here
Even though I try to escape my fears
Fears of being alone
Fears of dying alone
Going over to that side, I still feel the heat
Remembering all those words, so sweet
Now I am in the bleak darkness
Always plagued, stands the artist
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DRUGS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2014 1:18am
18th Jun 2014 1:18am
I want to be high all the time
I do it because it's an escape for me
I do it because the first phase makes me feel adventurous
I do it because in those moments I feel alive
I do it because it buries my sorrow and my shame
It buries all my guilt and locks it away
I still feel it there, but when I inhale it I forget them
You laugh and laugh and laugh again not knowing exactly why
Connections seem shapeless and you forget it standing in the corner
Exhaling it in a cough until it's all bright
Paranoia sinks in and it's like you're about to die
Then all you feel is just your high
I do it because the first phase makes me feel adventurous
I do it because in those moments I feel alive
I do it because it buries my sorrow and my shame
It buries all my guilt and locks it away
I still feel it there, but when I inhale it I forget them
You laugh and laugh and laugh again not knowing exactly why
Connections seem shapeless and you forget it standing in the corner
Exhaling it in a cough until it's all bright
Paranoia sinks in and it's like you're about to die
Then all you feel is just your high
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2014 8:29pm
14th Jun 2014 8:29pm
Seeking Shelter in My Words
Alone is a word that can describe a feeling or a state of being. I have never felt so alone. I feel as though no one notices my feelings but constantly airs out theirs unto me. I'm the person people seek out advice from but I have no one to talk to myself. I go to bed early sometimes seeking shelter in my dreams but it's impossible. I just lay there thinking about all the people who have come into my life and have done nothing but disappoint and, eventually, leave me. I have no idea what I've done wrong to them but they come and leave like all people do. The only constant is my family but...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Jun 2014 3:14am
11th Jun 2014 3:14am
Teenage Robbery
I want to escape
I want to drown
I want to die and make no sound
I want to get cut
I want to get stabbed
This is all making me feel so mad
I need to go away
I need to run
Give me the pills so I have some fun
I need to die
I need to fly
Why can't I escape the emptiness of my mind?
Make me forget
Make me deceive
Kill me now, this isn't me
I want to drown
I want to die and make no sound
I want to get cut
I want to get stabbed
This is all making me feel so mad
I need to go away
I need to run
Give me the pills so I have some fun
I need to die
I need to fly
Why can't I escape the emptiness of my mind?
Make me forget
Make me deceive
Kill me now, this isn't me
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Jun 2014 6:10pm
10th Jun 2014 6:10pm
Rabbit Holes
Everything was filled with life. The dogs barked and the joggers were running to the beat of their own music, it was bliss. I was sitting there alone in my favorite park as usual, just watching everyone’s daily lives connect through what seemed like invisible guide lines of destiny. Like a spider web of connected lives.
Then in a blink it all stopped.
The sky grew dark and red and everyone disappeared. Every Frisbee that was thrown was hanging in midair, everything was placid and still. I stood up from my bench and searched the area for any sign that there was human life....
Then in a blink it all stopped.
The sky grew dark and red and everyone disappeared. Every Frisbee that was thrown was hanging in midair, everything was placid and still. I stood up from my bench and searched the area for any sign that there was human life....
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Jun 2014 11:55pm
9th Jun 2014 11:55pm
Me, Myself, and My Mind
I am in love with my blades and cigarettes,
They make me feel something other than sadness
I am in lust with music and drugs,
They remind me of the world beyond my world
I am fond of silence and darkness,
They don't slit my throat like the rest of my friends
I am relished with the thought of dying,
It makes me want to live to a greater extent
They make me feel something other than sadness
I am in lust with music and drugs,
They remind me of the world beyond my world
I am fond of silence and darkness,
They don't slit my throat like the rest of my friends
I am relished with the thought of dying,
It makes me want to live to a greater extent
820 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2014 11:23pm
9th Jun 2014 11:23pm
Oh Mary
How can you tell you're drunk when you're never sober?
How can you hate reality if you keep forgetting about the fourth wall?
I prefer marijuana filled minds, cynical assholes, which you never find
Cocaine goes up the soul and always takes a toll
Heroin down the bloodstream gives you sick and twisted dreams
Mary-Jane shows you a good time with enlightened rhymes
Acid is a demon and makes you fuck your world
Molly is a stupid bitch who never stops a whore
Mary oh how I want to marry, make me brownies and never stop praying
How can you hate reality if you keep forgetting about the fourth wall?
I prefer marijuana filled minds, cynical assholes, which you never find
Cocaine goes up the soul and always takes a toll
Heroin down the bloodstream gives you sick and twisted dreams
Mary-Jane shows you a good time with enlightened rhymes
Acid is a demon and makes you fuck your world
Molly is a stupid bitch who never stops a whore
Mary oh how I want to marry, make me brownies and never stop praying
836 reads
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