Submissions by MaddyMouse
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2016 2:00am
20th Feb 2016 2:00am
Inspiration
Long ago, you were my muse.
You gave me a reason to write.
My words could not be contained,
They flowed along a passionate stream.
But now they all must rhyme.
The words, they keep in line.
I wish to set them free,
From the confines of this boundary.
Inspiration is overdue.
Inspiration died with you.
You gave me a reason to write.
My words could not be contained,
They flowed along a passionate stream.
But now they all must rhyme.
The words, they keep in line.
I wish to set them free,
From the confines of this boundary.
Inspiration is overdue.
Inspiration died with you.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2015 8:14pm
11th Jun 2015 8:14pm
Young love
You say that I am too young,
and too dumb,
to truly comprehend your understanding of love.
However,
it is you, I believe,
who does not truly understand.
You say young love is naive,
but a fairytale dream,
and that we should wait until our souls start to grey.
And yet,
where is the passion,
and the fire within?
Where is desire,
the joy of being in sin.
And so my older counterparts,
I do not think it is I,
who does not understand,
but you.
and too dumb,
to truly comprehend your understanding of love.
However,
it is you, I believe,
who does not truly understand.
You say young love is naive,
but a fairytale dream,
and that we should wait until our souls start to grey.
And yet,
where is the passion,
and the fire within?
Where is desire,
the joy of being in sin.
And so my older counterparts,
I do not think it is I,
who does not understand,
but you.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2015 00:00am
3rd Jan 2015 00:00am
Asset
Like the sea
Constantly moving, shifting.
Carved of a shining stone
Like marble, but blue.
A grey mass,
with a hollow centre.
Tinged pale green,
yet peppered blue.
Near transparent when angered.
All encased within a dark blue wall.
Surrounded with white.
A black frame.
A jewel.
Doubled.
Constantly moving, shifting.
Carved of a shining stone
Like marble, but blue.
A grey mass,
with a hollow centre.
Tinged pale green,
yet peppered blue.
Near transparent when angered.
All encased within a dark blue wall.
Surrounded with white.
A black frame.
A jewel.
Doubled.
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Dec 2014 8:24pm
24th Dec 2014 8:24pm
Presence
Sometimes, not knowing
hurts the most.
The dull pain
of wanting
to look up,
to be held,
to commit their essence to memory.
The physical pain
of the absence of arms around you,
holding,
knowing you'll never fall.
A stab in the heart as distance forbids it.
The heaviness of staring
into those brown eyes
and simply
melting.
The need to hear
the voice,
the laughter.
The thought
of messing up their hair,
and smirking at their self-consciousness
as they try to fix it.
...
hurts the most.
The dull pain
of wanting
to look up,
to be held,
to commit their essence to memory.
The physical pain
of the absence of arms around you,
holding,
knowing you'll never fall.
A stab in the heart as distance forbids it.
The heaviness of staring
into those brown eyes
and simply
melting.
The need to hear
the voice,
the laughter.
The thought
of messing up their hair,
and smirking at their self-consciousness
as they try to fix it.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2014 2:35pm
23rd Dec 2014 2:35pm
Perfect day
You ruined my plans as usual.
I know it's not your fault.
Yet, I can't help my feelings.
So I've locked them in a vault.
I know it may seem rude,
that my demeanour is cold.
Please though, just be patient,
these feelings, I promise, will grow old.
Once again I shall forget the pain,
forgive you for what you've done.
Our days together will go on.
But I will remember this one.
The reason for this is,
the chances and hopes I had for today,
have simply,
gone.
I know it's not your fault.
Yet, I can't help my feelings.
So I've locked them in a vault.
I know it may seem rude,
that my demeanour is cold.
Please though, just be patient,
these feelings, I promise, will grow old.
Once again I shall forget the pain,
forgive you for what you've done.
Our days together will go on.
But I will remember this one.
The reason for this is,
the chances and hopes I had for today,
have simply,
gone.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2014 2:24pm
23rd Dec 2014 2:24pm
Homeless voice
This is the voice of the homeless.
The voice which goes unheard.
When there are those more unfortunate,
you may think I'm being absurd.
However it's not so clear cut,
not a case of us and them.
For from the term 'homeless',
a variety of situations stem.
I do not sleep under the stars,
shivering helplessly in the cold.
My possessions are not within a single bag,
my clothes not torn and old.
My shoes do not have holes in.
I do not beg or busk.
I have food, shelter and clothes,
when the day turns into dusk.
But...
The voice which goes unheard.
When there are those more unfortunate,
you may think I'm being absurd.
However it's not so clear cut,
not a case of us and them.
For from the term 'homeless',
a variety of situations stem.
I do not sleep under the stars,
shivering helplessly in the cold.
My possessions are not within a single bag,
my clothes not torn and old.
My shoes do not have holes in.
I do not beg or busk.
I have food, shelter and clothes,
when the day turns into dusk.
But...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2014 11:40pm
20th Nov 2014 11:40pm
Ace of..
The ace of clubs is what I need,
with its clover looking shape.
A 4 leaf one would be ideal,
for with luck it associates.
The ace of hearts is what I need,
beating clear and proud.
Aid me with your strength dear card,
help make my voice heard and loud.
The ace of spades is what I need,
to assist in finding treasure.
Dig within and find your soul,
keep it there, complete, forever.
The ace of diamonds is what I need,
my beauty in the rough.
Let me find the value in life,
simply everyday will be enough.
Luck....
with its clover looking shape.
A 4 leaf one would be ideal,
for with luck it associates.
The ace of hearts is what I need,
beating clear and proud.
Aid me with your strength dear card,
help make my voice heard and loud.
The ace of spades is what I need,
to assist in finding treasure.
Dig within and find your soul,
keep it there, complete, forever.
The ace of diamonds is what I need,
my beauty in the rough.
Let me find the value in life,
simply everyday will be enough.
Luck....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Nov 2014 11:53pm
4th Nov 2014 11:53pm
Poem's bounce
Why are all these poems so serious?
So long winded,
a mighty long read.
In place of dreary emotions,
let the bounce of the poem,
take the lead!
Feel it leap and bound,
shoot and soar,
twirl and flip,
for nothing is worse than a bore!
So long winded,
a mighty long read.
In place of dreary emotions,
let the bounce of the poem,
take the lead!
Feel it leap and bound,
shoot and soar,
twirl and flip,
for nothing is worse than a bore!
605 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 7:09pm
22nd Oct 2014 7:09pm
Piano keys
(Written for the 3-5-3 competition)
The piano keys,
cold, hard, and yet beautiful.
Metaphorical of life.
The piano keys,
cold, hard, and yet beautiful.
Metaphorical of life.
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Oct 2014 11:59pm
20th Oct 2014 11:59pm
Memories
Forget me not is all I ask,
please do not forget our past.
I'll beg and blind and borrow and steal,
please just agree to make this deal.
The days roll on,
one by one,
yet please choose not to forget our fun.
We had something special,
you and I,
I beg you please,
don't let those memories die.
please do not forget our past.
I'll beg and blind and borrow and steal,
please just agree to make this deal.
The days roll on,
one by one,
yet please choose not to forget our fun.
We had something special,
you and I,
I beg you please,
don't let those memories die.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Oct 2014 10:38pm
13th Oct 2014 10:38pm
Cursed to run
(Written for the RUN competition)
Born to run,
yet dream to fly.
Dare to dream, of touching the sky.
On the ground,
I stay all day.
But I dream, of drifting away.
Oh how this useless body has bound me,
it keeps me chained.
My spirit waned.
Lift me up,
let my spirit soar.
Higher, higher, wanting more.
Dare to dream,
chasing the sun.
Yet evermore we are cursed to run.
Born to run,
yet dream to fly.
Dare to dream, of touching the sky.
On the ground,
I stay all day.
But I dream, of drifting away.
Oh how this useless body has bound me,
it keeps me chained.
My spirit waned.
Lift me up,
let my spirit soar.
Higher, higher, wanting more.
Dare to dream,
chasing the sun.
Yet evermore we are cursed to run.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Oct 2014 10:50pm
7th Oct 2014 10:50pm
The room
Maria was silent. She didn't want to be there. In the musty room, with the big oak bookcases that touched the ceiling. Her eyes trailed the coloured rectangles on the shelves, and titles such as 'The Human Mind' and 'How We Work' popped out at her. There were so many. Had this woman read them all? The woman opposite, with the sharp features and glasses, leaning forward out of the armchair. The armchairs. Maria didn't like the armchairs; they were too big and too dark, making her small. Insignificant. But, she was used to it.
"Maria!" shrilled her mother, "for once in your...
"Maria!" shrilled her mother, "for once in your...
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