Submissions by LizB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Vous êtes l'encre qui remplit mon âme
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Aug 2014 4:31am
31st Aug 2014 4:31am
Your Lips
I know what I said but I'm still stuck on you. All I've ever wanted was you but you said not anymore. I'd wait a thousand lifetimes if it meant I had a chance with you again.
None of them compare.
I don't care about them like I do about you. You're the first one I trusted with all of me.
Please, come back.
None of them compare.
I don't care about them like I do about you. You're the first one I trusted with all of me.
Please, come back.
628 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2014 10:17pm
27th Aug 2014 10:17pm
Scratching Photographs
All is said and done, I'm here waiting by my lonesome. You were too careless with your feelings so I said what you thought.
But guess what? I've got a date this weekend and it's not with you...
It won't ever be with you again.
But guess what? I've got a date this weekend and it's not with you...
It won't ever be with you again.
567 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2014 3:25am
27th Aug 2014 3:25am
Give Me Pills
Give me acid or ecstasy, anything to free my mind of everything. I don't care of my physical being anymore, I want to feel the paranoia and the buzz. There's never been a better time than right now when my mind is most active.
Please let me turn it off for a few hours, it's too unbearable now.
Please let me turn it off for a few hours, it's too unbearable now.
612 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2014 3:07am
27th Aug 2014 3:07am
Electrical Tape
I'm trying to tape our hands and our love together, but....
You have to do it too.
You have to do it too.
554 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Aug 2014 3:50am
26th Aug 2014 3:50am
What Now?
You've caused me a lot of pain and sadness but I was still your friend and I expected you to move on, like I almost did. With you once again we try to figure out the mistakes we've made. We needed this time apart but I've grown used to the fact that you left me. I'm happy but yet there's something else inside the mood. I'm scared to death that it's love.
I couldn't bear it again, I'm scared I'll love you too much.
I couldn't bear it again, I'm scared I'll love you too much.
631 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2014 3:01am
25th Aug 2014 3:01am
Coffee & Music
Start the morning routine, now.
Woken up rudely by the alarm I start to get up and sit by the edge of the bed rubbing my face.
Six in the morning is an inhuman hour, anything before ten is just wrong. If you want to see the sun rise then you go do that but don't wake me up because I'll punch you in the throat. On with the routine now. I'll check if I have any unread messages (which I never do because people know better than to text while I'm trying to dream) and make a playlist for the day. This playlist is supposed to tell me how my day is going to be, good or bad I...
Woken up rudely by the alarm I start to get up and sit by the edge of the bed rubbing my face.
Six in the morning is an inhuman hour, anything before ten is just wrong. If you want to see the sun rise then you go do that but don't wake me up because I'll punch you in the throat. On with the routine now. I'll check if I have any unread messages (which I never do because people know better than to text while I'm trying to dream) and make a playlist for the day. This playlist is supposed to tell me how my day is going to be, good or bad I...
667 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2014 1:01am
22nd Aug 2014 1:01am
Naked
I've bared my skin and bones on here. Strangers know more about me than my own family. My poems describing my mind and my soul and what has happened to me in the most subliminal of ways...sometimes. I can only hope people think I'm not just another mediocre writer looking for attention, but then again when have I ever cared? When I write something I put a piece of my soul and I've written so many pieces that my poems are more alive than me. You people make me think I'm sane and for all I know you could be a sex offender or a person with a sad poem fetish who cries when they read my poems...
957 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2014 00:39am
22nd Aug 2014 00:39am
The Grey Areas
Blankly staring at this bed that has rotted away into the nothingness. Seeing everyone and saying "Hello" to all my fake friends. The universe thinking these friendships will matter in the years to come is idiotic. I used to be so different until I opened my eyes. I used to laugh and make others laugh and be energetic and happy.
Happy.
Happy.
Happy...
He said to write three good things and three bad things and I sat there writing the beautiful tragedy of my life. I don't want a pity party but I want someone to genuinely care about me. To ask me the most insignificant...
Happy.
Happy.
Happy...
He said to write three good things and three bad things and I sat there writing the beautiful tragedy of my life. I don't want a pity party but I want someone to genuinely care about me. To ask me the most insignificant...
722 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2014 1:03am
21st Aug 2014 1:03am
Sleep Is For Dreamers
Standing on this beach whenever I'm feeling lonesome. Watching all these people be happy and thinking how they do it. Maybe they're faking it because that's the only way they know how to be happy.
How do people go on living their lives knowing they're going to die?
I wonder why I'm so cynical, probably because it's been a shitty week. Or maybe I'm just like this. I heard they used to put people in asylums for being cynical. Maybe I belong there because I haven't slept in three days.
Still watching all these people walk by pretending to be happy. Watching him and her be...
How do people go on living their lives knowing they're going to die?
I wonder why I'm so cynical, probably because it's been a shitty week. Or maybe I'm just like this. I heard they used to put people in asylums for being cynical. Maybe I belong there because I haven't slept in three days.
Still watching all these people walk by pretending to be happy. Watching him and her be...
672 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Aug 2014 1:13am
17th Aug 2014 1:13am
Mute
I've said too many idiotic things to talk anymore, I've learned my lesson about my peculiarities. I've wasted my love and my friendship with those who do not accept it or are grateful for it. I'm all worn out from head to toe from the selfish people I have met. There is no one else to talk to but that friend. Don't ever let anyone in again because they'll just run away. Don't see the fake smiles from the fake friends who want to empty out your life. I honestly would be better off as a mute so I would not waste another breath, trying to get my life back. I don't know what else to do anymore. ...
707 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2014 11:50pm
15th Aug 2014 11:50pm
Tiger Eyes
Listen to this Crowded House. How it speaks to your soul and opens your mind. It takes you back to the days before he died.
Before he was murdered.
You finally notice the people on Father's Day, and how it hurts to see that love. Your heart aches, you wish it was a heart attack so you could see him.
Now someone else left, even though he wasn't a real father. He was still there.
A lonely child again, I'm not surprised. They threw objects at each other and wrecked the room. He packed a solitary bag and drove away. I saw the red lights filling my...
Before he was murdered.
You finally notice the people on Father's Day, and how it hurts to see that love. Your heart aches, you wish it was a heart attack so you could see him.
Now someone else left, even though he wasn't a real father. He was still there.
A lonely child again, I'm not surprised. They threw objects at each other and wrecked the room. He packed a solitary bag and drove away. I saw the red lights filling my...
605 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Aug 2014 8:50pm
14th Aug 2014 8:50pm
No Thoughts
I have to go back today
To that same old building
To get that schedule,
To ride the white wave
See all those strangers again
Be that quiet girl in class
Look at all the men in my life
See how they've fled
These hallways are flooded
With the sound of sadness
The people are all staring
At my descent into madness
To that same old building
To get that schedule,
To ride the white wave
See all those strangers again
Be that quiet girl in class
Look at all the men in my life
See how they've fled
These hallways are flooded
With the sound of sadness
The people are all staring
At my descent into madness
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