Submissions by LizB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Vous êtes l'encre qui remplit mon âme
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2014 10:45pm
24th Jul 2014 10:45pm
Fake Cigarettes
We head into the concert with our raggedy clothes and our greasy hair.
In our past, there are many mistakes between our fingers and few happy birthdays.
We can only hope today will be the changing point in our lives, because even on a sunny day there will be clouds.
We have our cigarettes fixed on the sun to light them up and inhale the joy and imagination that it brings.
Outdoor concerts are beautiful, the stars align to give you beautiful music and the girls have all their headbands to give you love and head.
The boys have all their their...
In our past, there are many mistakes between our fingers and few happy birthdays.
We can only hope today will be the changing point in our lives, because even on a sunny day there will be clouds.
We have our cigarettes fixed on the sun to light them up and inhale the joy and imagination that it brings.
Outdoor concerts are beautiful, the stars align to give you beautiful music and the girls have all their headbands to give you love and head.
The boys have all their their...
640 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2014 10:30pm
24th Jul 2014 10:30pm
No Waves In School
High school, the so called "best years of your life".
A time for puberty and public humiliation. For awkward tongue twisting and first time drinking and smoking. A time where parents truly understand that they cannot protect their kids from the outside world that's filled with disappointments.
You cannot protect your kids from experiencing the world. They will sneak out, they will try some herbal refreshment, they will have sex because, no matter how many stories about condoms breaking, they'll want that blonde cheerleader riding them. One can only hope you don't...
A time for puberty and public humiliation. For awkward tongue twisting and first time drinking and smoking. A time where parents truly understand that they cannot protect their kids from the outside world that's filled with disappointments.
You cannot protect your kids from experiencing the world. They will sneak out, they will try some herbal refreshment, they will have sex because, no matter how many stories about condoms breaking, they'll want that blonde cheerleader riding them. One can only hope you don't...
624 reads
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2014 11:28pm
23rd Jul 2014 11:28pm
The Sins Of An Alcoholic
I miss the days when I was a kid.
All you had to worry about was having fun...
Iv'e made too many mistakes these months and the shame eats me whole and spits me out at night. I tried drinking the sorrows away, as my uncle would, but those days are stilled there deep inside the catacombs of my soul. I keep them locked away but my mind likes to peek inside of them once in a while. So when I cut, I feel like they're dripping away with that pink blood. I'm going to drink some more today, maybe I'll actually feel something else. I haven't written in days because of what might come out....
All you had to worry about was having fun...
Iv'e made too many mistakes these months and the shame eats me whole and spits me out at night. I tried drinking the sorrows away, as my uncle would, but those days are stilled there deep inside the catacombs of my soul. I keep them locked away but my mind likes to peek inside of them once in a while. So when I cut, I feel like they're dripping away with that pink blood. I'm going to drink some more today, maybe I'll actually feel something else. I haven't written in days because of what might come out....
676 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jul 2014 11:38pm
16th Jul 2014 11:38pm
House Of Horrors
Horror may be too strong of a word for my "home" but these days it might just fit. There are razors on every corner, tears fueling the shower every night. There is some daylight, when you're lucky enough to be a fool. Two years and it will all be over...
You can't speak your mind here because they cut your tongue and sew your lips shut, because words are your enemy and if you make your argument it is always shut down by the demons. You have to be ignorant to survive, ignorant and quick to forgive if someone stabs you.
You just have to turn the other cheek until you're...
You can't speak your mind here because they cut your tongue and sew your lips shut, because words are your enemy and if you make your argument it is always shut down by the demons. You have to be ignorant to survive, ignorant and quick to forgive if someone stabs you.
You just have to turn the other cheek until you're...
588 reads
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 7:55am
14th Jul 2014 7:55am
I Don't Want To Die
I walk this long and endless corridor to my death. My long chains rattle with each step I take.
2 steps
4 steps
6 steps
8 steps
10 steps
13 unholy steps
I didn't mean to kill those kids God. Please God, I don't want to die and if I do please take me up to heaven with daddy. Oh god oh god oh god please. I sob and I cry but the guards just take me up to the door. They open it to reveal a staircase descending down a big and empty space. Except it's not empty because there's a hanging thing. I never knew what it was called but now I guess I never will. The crowd makes...
2 steps
4 steps
6 steps
8 steps
10 steps
13 unholy steps
I didn't mean to kill those kids God. Please God, I don't want to die and if I do please take me up to heaven with daddy. Oh god oh god oh god please. I sob and I cry but the guards just take me up to the door. They open it to reveal a staircase descending down a big and empty space. Except it's not empty because there's a hanging thing. I never knew what it was called but now I guess I never will. The crowd makes...
660 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2014 3:28am
10th Jul 2014 3:28am
The Tortured Artists Club
Welcome all, to the Tortured Artists Club.
We have chicks who fuck corpses
Guys who dig horses
Skaters that get FIDLAR tattoos
And people with pet racoons
Actually, a pet racoon sounds pretty badass because you can train it to be a burglar. I'm doing that one day.
We all have our own earless heads.
Our own mourning of the dead.
Some take meds for they're fucked up head
Others are trying to escape their demons through their words
We have our own Satan to fight or fuck
Giving in to our insanity because we're shit out of luck...
We have chicks who fuck corpses
Guys who dig horses
Skaters that get FIDLAR tattoos
And people with pet racoons
Actually, a pet racoon sounds pretty badass because you can train it to be a burglar. I'm doing that one day.
We all have our own earless heads.
Our own mourning of the dead.
Some take meds for they're fucked up head
Others are trying to escape their demons through their words
We have our own Satan to fight or fuck
Giving in to our insanity because we're shit out of luck...
585 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2014 4:09pm
9th Jul 2014 4:09pm
"I was raped at 9"
She's always laughing so you don't know what terrible thing happened to her.
The rally.
The sign that said "RAPED".
She lost it.
I've never been one to comfort someone when they cry, until she told me "I was raped at 9"
I held her, she was a good person and her own uncle and cousin did this terrible thing to her. Her mother didn't believe her.
I was so...angry.
I wanted to cause them pain, I wanted them to suffer like she did. She trusted them and they...raped her. Not just once either.
I'll never get used to that word. That...
The rally.
The sign that said "RAPED".
She lost it.
I've never been one to comfort someone when they cry, until she told me "I was raped at 9"
I held her, she was a good person and her own uncle and cousin did this terrible thing to her. Her mother didn't believe her.
I was so...angry.
I wanted to cause them pain, I wanted them to suffer like she did. She trusted them and they...raped her. Not just once either.
I'll never get used to that word. That...
696 reads
ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jul 2014 00:51am
8th Jul 2014 00:51am
Have You Ever Wanted To Kill Somebody?
702 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jul 2014 3:58am
6th Jul 2014 3:58am
Us Against the World
I love your scent, it's a natural high I get
I love your smile, so effervescent and mild
I love your laugh, so sweet for an hour and a half
I love your eyes, better than the first sunrise
I love your hands, and how they understand
I love your soul, and how it makes me whole
I love your shirt, and how it matches with my skirt
Remember the song? I always will.
"Us Against the World" baby,
a promise I'll fulfill.
I love your smile, so effervescent and mild
I love your laugh, so sweet for an hour and a half
I love your eyes, better than the first sunrise
I love your hands, and how they understand
I love your soul, and how it makes me whole
I love your shirt, and how it matches with my skirt
Remember the song? I always will.
"Us Against the World" baby,
a promise I'll fulfill.
734 reads
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2014 7:04am
5th Jul 2014 7:04am
Dignity In Diction
My blood is tainted from the ink in my hands, I shoot up the line of Black India up my nostrils and enjoy the high I get off of words. I'm so fucked up
I love words
New words
Old words
Long words
Short words
They are the heroin I shoot up my veins. They are the dope I inhale through my lungs. They are the rocks that reside
within my pipe.
They are my soul, my blood, enemies and friends alike.
My lovers and my heartbreakers
My life and my immoral, inconsistent immortality.
I love words
New words
Old words
Long words
Short words
They are the heroin I shoot up my veins. They are the dope I inhale through my lungs. They are the rocks that reside
within my pipe.
They are my soul, my blood, enemies and friends alike.
My lovers and my heartbreakers
My life and my immoral, inconsistent immortality.
672 reads
SELF POEM
Published
5th Jul 2014 6:49am
5th Jul 2014 6:49am
A Letter To Heaven or Hell
Slowly and painfully I let go of the childhood I once knew, of the father I still love.
I don't mean to be forgetful daddy but you've been gone a long time, up above.
You'd never be down below because you were the best Catholic around.
I hope I don't disappoint you because there's no religion that I've found.
I want you to be proud of me and all the choices I have made, even the bad ones.
When people say "me and my dad did blah blah blah" it feels so foreign to me. I've forgotten how to have a father, I've forgotten of
Of you.
I don't mean to be forgetful daddy but you've been gone a long time, up above.
You'd never be down below because you were the best Catholic around.
I hope I don't disappoint you because there's no religion that I've found.
I want you to be proud of me and all the choices I have made, even the bad ones.
When people say "me and my dad did blah blah blah" it feels so foreign to me. I've forgotten how to have a father, I've forgotten of
Of you.
582 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2014 3:15am
3rd Jul 2014 3:15am
f**k You Writers Block
I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block. I hate writers block.
Too much play and not enough work makes Liz a fun gal.
Too much play and not enough work makes Liz a fun gal.
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