Submissions by LizB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Vous êtes l'encre qui remplit mon âme
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Aug 2014 1:53am
14th Aug 2014 1:53am
The Lyrics
Fall into these arms baby, let's go to Aberdeen so we can go to The Funeral and you can Shake Me Down and watch the Colours, Alright?
We'll all just Float On to this river of Cough Syrup then Shake It Out...
I just wanted to share some of my favorite songs guys, I really advice you to hear some of them because they're breathtakingly beautiful.
We'll all just Float On to this river of Cough Syrup then Shake It Out...
I just wanted to share some of my favorite songs guys, I really advice you to hear some of them because they're breathtakingly beautiful.
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 1:57am
13th Aug 2014 1:57am
Melancholy
Everyone has left.
There is nobody here.
Everyone has gone,
to a galaxy far from here.
No father for Fathers Day.
No lover for Valentines Day.
I'm always the one who cares for them.
Always the one that asks.
I've fallen in love, with melancholy.
There is nobody here.
Everyone has gone,
to a galaxy far from here.
No father for Fathers Day.
No lover for Valentines Day.
I'm always the one who cares for them.
Always the one that asks.
I've fallen in love, with melancholy.
559 reads
SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 10:39pm
12th Aug 2014 10:39pm
Artists Make The Best/Worst Lovers
They don't just fall in love with you.
They invest their love in you. They will fall so deeply in love that it would devastate them to be a apart from you. You have all the power too. They are utterly devoted to you. They would die for you. They would kill for you. They just want to see you happy until the inevitable happens. Because they're blinded by the sadness love will bring. When you say those words a piece of them dies. It gets shot in the chest and they try to get you back even though its done. They won't cry because the tears are all gone from many many hearts ago. Its all bleak...
They invest their love in you. They will fall so deeply in love that it would devastate them to be a apart from you. You have all the power too. They are utterly devoted to you. They would die for you. They would kill for you. They just want to see you happy until the inevitable happens. Because they're blinded by the sadness love will bring. When you say those words a piece of them dies. It gets shot in the chest and they try to get you back even though its done. They won't cry because the tears are all gone from many many hearts ago. Its all bleak...
547 reads
SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 12:27pm
12th Aug 2014 12:27pm
My Imaginary Cigarrete
I don't want cancer, but it's so fucking addicting
I don't want yellow teeth, but damn I love putting it in my mouth
I want to keep my beautiful skin, but its better than sex
I dont want a hole in my throat or a robot voice, but I'd love to taste it again
For now I'll just sit here and enjoy this fake cigarette, and hopefully blow some smoke for once
I don't want yellow teeth, but damn I love putting it in my mouth
I want to keep my beautiful skin, but its better than sex
I dont want a hole in my throat or a robot voice, but I'd love to taste it again
For now I'll just sit here and enjoy this fake cigarette, and hopefully blow some smoke for once
596 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 12:16pm
12th Aug 2014 12:16pm
Girls Who Like Pens Who Like Words
What can you do when you haven't slept a wink
When your soul is weary and full of ink
This writer still has a few more years
A few more years with some more tears
I'm all used up, I can't go on!
'Write for us darling, the show must go on'
But I can't anymore, can't you see?
He killed all the creativity inside of me!
What happens to a writer when they get dumped?
Their ink filled paper begins to run
To see a dead artist and to see their soul
Careful now, you'll fall into the hole
When your soul is weary and full of ink
This writer still has a few more years
A few more years with some more tears
I'm all used up, I can't go on!
'Write for us darling, the show must go on'
But I can't anymore, can't you see?
He killed all the creativity inside of me!
What happens to a writer when they get dumped?
Their ink filled paper begins to run
To see a dead artist and to see their soul
Careful now, you'll fall into the hole
534 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 1:17am
12th Aug 2014 1:17am
Oh Captain My Captain
Singing this song drunk on this big apple stove
Writing these words with some stuff that I stole
Making my way to the death angels hand
And the worst part is that Robin Williams is dead...
This mans role in Dead Poets Society is what inspired me to write and to never stop. The fact that he's dead and by his own hand is devastating. The happiest people are often the most tortured.
Writing these words with some stuff that I stole
Making my way to the death angels hand
And the worst part is that Robin Williams is dead...
This mans role in Dead Poets Society is what inspired me to write and to never stop. The fact that he's dead and by his own hand is devastating. The happiest people are often the most tortured.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 00:49am
12th Aug 2014 00:49am
A Free Bird
It saw it coming, it is always inevitable
The summer it flew was unforgettable
But the hunters got close and shot the bird
It still has its memories from when it flew high
You killed it but it's all fine
You set it free for it to die
So guess who's a single pringle now...
Well it's not like I didn't see it coming but, you showed me a good time. In the end it wasn't worth it to be honest, you just gave me more heartache. I can't be mad at you but you did made empty promises. I hate the aftermath now. Everyone is treating me like...
The summer it flew was unforgettable
But the hunters got close and shot the bird
It still has its memories from when it flew high
You killed it but it's all fine
You set it free for it to die
So guess who's a single pringle now...
Well it's not like I didn't see it coming but, you showed me a good time. In the end it wasn't worth it to be honest, you just gave me more heartache. I can't be mad at you but you did made empty promises. I hate the aftermath now. Everyone is treating me like...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 10:49pm
9th Aug 2014 10:49pm
The People In The Hallway
I see everything
All the girls glancing at their skinny reflections
All the boys with hidden imperfections
They all think they're ugly, if not on the outside then on the inside
Everyday all these people walk to their destinations
They're scared they'll face the awkward situations
Not fitting in, not having the right clothes, all that cliche drama...
Perhaps it's cliche because it is truly what everyone is afraid of
They're all afraid they'll be alone, an outcast, a geek, a nerd, a faggot, a dyke, a slut, a prude
If they all knew that...
All the girls glancing at their skinny reflections
All the boys with hidden imperfections
They all think they're ugly, if not on the outside then on the inside
Everyday all these people walk to their destinations
They're scared they'll face the awkward situations
Not fitting in, not having the right clothes, all that cliche drama...
Perhaps it's cliche because it is truly what everyone is afraid of
They're all afraid they'll be alone, an outcast, a geek, a nerd, a faggot, a dyke, a slut, a prude
If they all knew that...
633 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Aug 2014 9:20pm
4th Aug 2014 9:20pm
Loving You...
To be devastatingly devoted to another person.
For the honeymoon phase to never end because you are just so much in love with each other.
Good morning and good night texts.
Missing you in between breaths.
Sharing your playlist with them.
They're the first one to read your new poems.
You steal their shirt and wear it at night dreaming of them.
You're scared of going to college because you might drift apart.
And if you ever do they'll be the last one to break your heart.
They know your secrets and they still stand by you.
Being so scared of them not...
For the honeymoon phase to never end because you are just so much in love with each other.
Good morning and good night texts.
Missing you in between breaths.
Sharing your playlist with them.
They're the first one to read your new poems.
You steal their shirt and wear it at night dreaming of them.
You're scared of going to college because you might drift apart.
And if you ever do they'll be the last one to break your heart.
They know your secrets and they still stand by you.
Being so scared of them not...
888 reads
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 8:46pm
2nd Aug 2014 8:46pm
Pens and Applications
I don't feel creative enough to write a poem right now so I'll just rant I guess. School starts in two weeks, two days, sixteen hours, and one minute and I've yet to figure out what I will become in life. I wish it was as simple as "hey I'm going to be a writer and shit" but let's face it: I need a steady job. I don't want to make that choice, I just want to be happy and not have to worry about rent or anything. The idea of being an English teacher revolts me because it looks as though I have failed in pursuing my dream so now I have to teach other minds to not fail even though some of them...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#SelfReflection
#ErnestHemingway
#confusion
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 1:20am
2nd Aug 2014 1:20am
Pretty Woman
She is a perfect imperfection.
She is brave and smart.
As beautiful as her personality.
Smart, witty, insightful, you name it.
She has a bunch of interests that makes her that much interesting.
She doesn't let the great tragedy in her life get her down because she keeps her eyes fixed on the sun.
In her life she has done some wrong but she has done more right than that.
I wish I was her.
She is brave and smart.
As beautiful as her personality.
Smart, witty, insightful, you name it.
She has a bunch of interests that makes her that much interesting.
She doesn't let the great tragedy in her life get her down because she keeps her eyes fixed on the sun.
In her life she has done some wrong but she has done more right than that.
I wish I was her.
705 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 00:59am
2nd Aug 2014 00:59am
A Dead Bird
A dead mockingbird stands in my bed, she says that I am not dead but this argument has two sides of its face. He's torn apart from his choice because the world makes it so, because of the infinite taboo opinions that his choice decides. A dead bird cannot be alive at the same time, it has to choose to be one side. She must choose a path or she will be cast out of her world because the rules say so. You cannot be the exception and be happy and successful, choose a path or die. It isn't as simple as going to sleep because with sleeping at least you think you'll wake up from your nightmare. You...
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