Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
STORY POEM
Published
17th May 2014 4:34pm
17th May 2014 4:34pm
Where The Demons Hide
He stared at her.
Dark soul-less eyes.
And he asked her.
"Did you ever notice or wonder why?
The monsters hide under the bed?
Or in closets?
Always in the dark?
Do you ever consider that there is reason
they do this?
Did you ever stop and want to know?"
She stared at him.
Her eyes filled with wonder.
He was darkness.
But he might as well been a god.
"No-- I don't know why?"
"They're hiding.
Under the bed.
In the closets.
In the dark.
They're hiding from you."
...
Dark soul-less eyes.
And he asked her.
"Did you ever notice or wonder why?
The monsters hide under the bed?
Or in closets?
Always in the dark?
Do you ever consider that there is reason
they do this?
Did you ever stop and want to know?"
She stared at him.
Her eyes filled with wonder.
He was darkness.
But he might as well been a god.
"No-- I don't know why?"
"They're hiding.
Under the bed.
In the closets.
In the dark.
They're hiding from you."
...
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th May 2014 6:44pm
10th May 2014 6:44pm
Warning
Just let me get the words--
Off my chest.
Out of my mouth.
Out in the air, aimed right at their throat.
Just let me get the boiling bubbling slim off my tongue.
Just so it's over and done.
Even if the fight is not yet won.
Just sit there silently and wait for me to be done.
Don't get in the line of fire.
Cause razored words come out like a speeding bullet.
And the moment that you take their side.
And leave me hanging on the front lines.
You're a traitor in my eyes.
A treason has been committed.
And my sights are aimed at...
Off my chest.
Out of my mouth.
Out in the air, aimed right at their throat.
Just let me get the boiling bubbling slim off my tongue.
Just so it's over and done.
Even if the fight is not yet won.
Just sit there silently and wait for me to be done.
Don't get in the line of fire.
Cause razored words come out like a speeding bullet.
And the moment that you take their side.
And leave me hanging on the front lines.
You're a traitor in my eyes.
A treason has been committed.
And my sights are aimed at...
816 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th May 2014 7:05am
9th May 2014 7:05am
Can You See Me Daddy?
Do you remember the swings Daddy?
Do you remember swinging me on them?
Swinging next to me on them?
And teaching me to pump my legs.
Don't swing me to high Daddy!
Do you remember Daddy?
Cause I do.
Riding my bike.
Going on the swing.
Playing with Pumpkin in the park.
I remember Daddy and I miss you so much.
Now I'm in the park again, but I'm too big for the slide now.
I'm twenty years old Daddy.
But here I am, back at the park again.
Missing you and wish you could be here.
For me and for my son.
He loves the swings too Daddy....
Do you remember swinging me on them?
Swinging next to me on them?
And teaching me to pump my legs.
Don't swing me to high Daddy!
Do you remember Daddy?
Cause I do.
Riding my bike.
Going on the swing.
Playing with Pumpkin in the park.
I remember Daddy and I miss you so much.
Now I'm in the park again, but I'm too big for the slide now.
I'm twenty years old Daddy.
But here I am, back at the park again.
Missing you and wish you could be here.
For me and for my son.
He loves the swings too Daddy....
956 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
21st Apr 2014 7:30pm
21st Apr 2014 7:30pm
Another Thought (A Secret House Poem)
Hated by my own mother.
Betrayed my own father.
Told to kill my own sister.
The real question is:
What's the point anymore?
Betrayed my own father.
Told to kill my own sister.
The real question is:
What's the point anymore?
757 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Apr 2014 10:13am
21st Apr 2014 10:13am
Is It Bad?
Is it bad I wonder?
That when I surrender to the arguements?
When my side is done.
Whether it has been lost or won.
That I hurt myself to stop--
The fighting.
The crying.
The yelling.
The screaming.
Is it bad that I rather hurt myself?
Than watch the people around me suffering for the mistakes I made?
Is it bad that the moment that I hurt myself, they stop blaming me and start blaming themselves instead?
Is it bad that the moment that I start to bleed the arguing stops and they love me again?
Is it bad to play on people's sympathy like that?...
That when I surrender to the arguements?
When my side is done.
Whether it has been lost or won.
That I hurt myself to stop--
The fighting.
The crying.
The yelling.
The screaming.
Is it bad that I rather hurt myself?
Than watch the people around me suffering for the mistakes I made?
Is it bad that the moment that I hurt myself, they stop blaming me and start blaming themselves instead?
Is it bad that the moment that I start to bleed the arguing stops and they love me again?
Is it bad to play on people's sympathy like that?...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2014 11:35pm
19th Apr 2014 11:35pm
Razor Kisses
What could have done this?
A cat's claws that scratch?
Maybe it was the one and only, ferocious Bandersnatch?
Maybe it was a cruel tree branch,
reaching towards me as I came running by,
to claw at my pale skin?
These red carvings, small crimson seams, broken in the fine white canvas--
A canvas that is me.
Maybe it was words, sharpened to a point,
chucked like shurikans at my heart.
Daggers in a sideshow act, my heart balanced like an apple on my head.
The arrow was drawn back and aimed straight at my chest.
Shot me in the heart, yet...
A cat's claws that scratch?
Maybe it was the one and only, ferocious Bandersnatch?
Maybe it was a cruel tree branch,
reaching towards me as I came running by,
to claw at my pale skin?
These red carvings, small crimson seams, broken in the fine white canvas--
A canvas that is me.
Maybe it was words, sharpened to a point,
chucked like shurikans at my heart.
Daggers in a sideshow act, my heart balanced like an apple on my head.
The arrow was drawn back and aimed straight at my chest.
Shot me in the heart, yet...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2014 4:20am
5th Apr 2014 4:20am
Never Doubt (A Mad Girl Poem)
“Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt thou the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar.
But never doubt I love.” - Hamlet to Ophelia from Hamlet by William Shakespeare. ~
Somewhere along the ridges of the wood.
The fae still play the ballad’s song of a tragic love.
Of a handsome prince with a large amount of pride in his soul.
Of a humble maiden whose heart turned to stone.
This story was recited for many years.
Over time, sky, sea and land.
From Titania’s lips to Queen Mabe’s ears.
And to my hands to play the ballad of so long ago....
But never doubt I love.” - Hamlet to Ophelia from Hamlet by William Shakespeare. ~
Somewhere along the ridges of the wood.
The fae still play the ballad’s song of a tragic love.
Of a handsome prince with a large amount of pride in his soul.
Of a humble maiden whose heart turned to stone.
This story was recited for many years.
Over time, sky, sea and land.
From Titania’s lips to Queen Mabe’s ears.
And to my hands to play the ballad of so long ago....
918 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Mar 2014 2:26am
30th Mar 2014 2:26am
All The Truth That's In Me
Cut out my tongue like the colonial girl who witness her best friend die by the side of the river.
Make me into the criminals of The Capital, unable to speak.
Speaking means opinions, opinions made rebellion.
The spark, the gas, the flame-- We're on fire.
And we're going to strip, purge and burn this world away.
Lock my secrets shut.
And I'll be able to never tell.
Do it to punish me or protect me.
I'll never know.
I'll be a witch and a prisoner, one way or another.
No one will bother to talk me, the girl with the mutilated speech.
They'll think...
Make me into the criminals of The Capital, unable to speak.
Speaking means opinions, opinions made rebellion.
The spark, the gas, the flame-- We're on fire.
And we're going to strip, purge and burn this world away.
Lock my secrets shut.
And I'll be able to never tell.
Do it to punish me or protect me.
I'll never know.
I'll be a witch and a prisoner, one way or another.
No one will bother to talk me, the girl with the mutilated speech.
They'll think...
728 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Mar 2014 10:40pm
18th Mar 2014 10:40pm
Again
It happened again. . .
Did I deserve it this time?
Did I try too hard to make it all better?
I ended up breaking my own heart instead.
Three little jabs of the razor.
A tender hand that use to love me turns into a fist that does nothing but shatters my bones.
As I cut my wrists with the shard left behind.
It's all my fault, that it happened a g a i n.
It's always my fault.
I try to make things better, I end up making them worse.
So I sit with my arm cut open, my leg's bone broken and my mind unravel like a spool of fine thread.
...
Did I deserve it this time?
Did I try too hard to make it all better?
I ended up breaking my own heart instead.
Three little jabs of the razor.
A tender hand that use to love me turns into a fist that does nothing but shatters my bones.
As I cut my wrists with the shard left behind.
It's all my fault, that it happened a g a i n.
It's always my fault.
I try to make things better, I end up making them worse.
So I sit with my arm cut open, my leg's bone broken and my mind unravel like a spool of fine thread.
...
710 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Mar 2014 10:32pm
7th Mar 2014 10:32pm
Night Terrors
Quiet house.
Dark outside.
Lights are dimmed-- (Speak in hushed tones).
Curled up inside of his soft blanket.
Dreaming of colors, shapes and other curious things.
Lays my son, sleeping, breathing gently and sweetly dreaming.
In his crib of black cherry wood.
Under the white blanket that cradles him gently.
Among the stuffed animals that watch over him while he's sleeping.
In the other room, relaxing.
My mother, my boyfriend and I.
Not to worry about the baby.
He's asleep.
He's warm.
Covered up and fine.
And then the little...
Dark outside.
Lights are dimmed-- (Speak in hushed tones).
Curled up inside of his soft blanket.
Dreaming of colors, shapes and other curious things.
Lays my son, sleeping, breathing gently and sweetly dreaming.
In his crib of black cherry wood.
Under the white blanket that cradles him gently.
Among the stuffed animals that watch over him while he's sleeping.
In the other room, relaxing.
My mother, my boyfriend and I.
Not to worry about the baby.
He's asleep.
He's warm.
Covered up and fine.
And then the little...
882 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 5:47pm
28th Feb 2014 5:47pm
Nothing To Say (Pint-Sized Poem #31)
You know, for poets & writers.
Who seem to always have the words to determine our emotions.
Analyzing our thoughts, and sharing our experiences.
We're not all very good conversationalists.
Which explains why we write.
Rather than speak.
Or maybe, that's just me.
Who seem to always have the words to determine our emotions.
Analyzing our thoughts, and sharing our experiences.
We're not all very good conversationalists.
Which explains why we write.
Rather than speak.
Or maybe, that's just me.
673 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Feb 2014 9:38am
27th Feb 2014 9:38am
Earn Your Keep (Pint-Sized Poem #30)
Earn your keep--
Earn your right (to be allowed) to sleep.
In my chambers.
In my bed.
Sweet words will get you somewhere.
But it's the gleam in your eye, the way you look at me.
The way you taunt and tease me.
The way you earn your keep with me.
Inside of me.
On top of you.
Penetration through every fiber of my being.
Making me collapse on top of you.
Gasping & breathing hard, from being loved by you--
So rough, so tender, so strong, so beautiful.
Earning your right to...
Earn your right (to be allowed) to sleep.
In my chambers.
In my bed.
Sweet words will get you somewhere.
But it's the gleam in your eye, the way you look at me.
The way you taunt and tease me.
The way you earn your keep with me.
Inside of me.
On top of you.
Penetration through every fiber of my being.
Making me collapse on top of you.
Gasping & breathing hard, from being loved by you--
So rough, so tender, so strong, so beautiful.
Earning your right to...
782 reads
5 Comments
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