Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2014 9:31am
26th Feb 2014 9:31am
Whisper Words Onto My Lips
Don't whisper words on to my lips.
Especially after you pull away from a most tender kiss.
A sweet and tantalizing offering, to my immortal.
A God is this heaven.
In our secret haven.
Our own private alcove hidden at the top of the highest mountain.
Making love to you in sweet bliss.
Secret and untouchable pleasure.
Dreaming of dreams that no mortal can measure.
Oh my Love.
I fantasize you.
Inside of my heart's chambers.
Drinking me in, tasting what we shall remember.
So addictive.
Your love--
Your...
Especially after you pull away from a most tender kiss.
A sweet and tantalizing offering, to my immortal.
A God is this heaven.
In our secret haven.
Our own private alcove hidden at the top of the highest mountain.
Making love to you in sweet bliss.
Secret and untouchable pleasure.
Dreaming of dreams that no mortal can measure.
Oh my Love.
I fantasize you.
Inside of my heart's chambers.
Drinking me in, tasting what we shall remember.
So addictive.
Your love--
Your...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 8:02pm
24th Feb 2014 8:02pm
The Life of a Five
At first glimpse-- This is not me.
This Life Path of a Five.
No how! No way!
This isn't me at all.
I am not the motivator.
I can barely talk to the cashier at the grocery store.
Let alone deliver motivation to thousands upon thousands of people.
No, no this is all wrong-- This life a Five is not for me.
I put in my birthday, over and over again.
11/26/1993
I do the math myself, I let the site do it for me.
But all that comes up is the same result.
Life of a Five.
Life of a Five.
Curse this numerology--...
This Life Path of a Five.
No how! No way!
This isn't me at all.
I am not the motivator.
I can barely talk to the cashier at the grocery store.
Let alone deliver motivation to thousands upon thousands of people.
No, no this is all wrong-- This life a Five is not for me.
I put in my birthday, over and over again.
11/26/1993
I do the math myself, I let the site do it for me.
But all that comes up is the same result.
Life of a Five.
Life of a Five.
Curse this numerology--...
1102 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 10:14am
24th Feb 2014 10:14am
If You Were To Leave (A Secret House Poem)
If you were to leave,
I would have nothing in the end.
E x c e p t. . .
A purity ring I cannot wear.
A camera I cannot use.
And a broken heart beyond repair.
I wouldn't be grounded.
I wouldn't be able to stay.
And eventually I would just give up and eventually;
Fade away.
I would have nothing in the end.
E x c e p t. . .
A purity ring I cannot wear.
A camera I cannot use.
And a broken heart beyond repair.
I wouldn't be grounded.
I wouldn't be able to stay.
And eventually I would just give up and eventually;
Fade away.
1320 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Feb 2014 5:19am
24th Feb 2014 5:19am
Paint For Your Face (Make-up)
Paint for your face?
What?
Why in the world-- Would you want to put paint on our face?
Are we not just as lovely without it as we are with it?
Do our eyes not sparkle enough so that we have to outline them dark?
Is our lips not entertaining enough that they need to be the color of blood, the paleness of a peach, or even as dark as a bruise?
Do our cheeks not blush so easily with just a wink and a wave, that you need to apply powder to them to get this slightly pink shade?
What is wrong with our natural beauty, that we must hide it with this strange...
What?
Why in the world-- Would you want to put paint on our face?
Are we not just as lovely without it as we are with it?
Do our eyes not sparkle enough so that we have to outline them dark?
Is our lips not entertaining enough that they need to be the color of blood, the paleness of a peach, or even as dark as a bruise?
Do our cheeks not blush so easily with just a wink and a wave, that you need to apply powder to them to get this slightly pink shade?
What is wrong with our natural beauty, that we must hide it with this strange...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2014 8:09pm
22nd Feb 2014 8:09pm
Being A Secret
"I like our love being a secret--
It's more private that way."
That's what she told me.
How she got me to be quiet.
Sharing kisses behind closed doors.
Holding hands miles away from anyone we knew.
I wanted to be proud of loving her.
She wanted me to hide--
She wanted me to be ashamed--
Feel awkward around her and her friends.
Because I wasn't allowed to say how close we really were.
So I was a secret for sometime.
If not from her friends, then from her parents all the same.
I was a secret, meant to feel ugly and ashamed....
It's more private that way."
That's what she told me.
How she got me to be quiet.
Sharing kisses behind closed doors.
Holding hands miles away from anyone we knew.
I wanted to be proud of loving her.
She wanted me to hide--
She wanted me to be ashamed--
Feel awkward around her and her friends.
Because I wasn't allowed to say how close we really were.
So I was a secret for sometime.
If not from her friends, then from her parents all the same.
I was a secret, meant to feel ugly and ashamed....
948 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2014 6:22am
22nd Feb 2014 6:22am
A Thought (A Secret House Poem)
Abandoned by father.
Forsaken by mother.
Killed my own sister.
The real question at this point is:
Why bother?
*Another poem written from the perspective of my character, Mason Pierce from my book series The Secret House Saga.
Forsaken by mother.
Killed my own sister.
The real question at this point is:
Why bother?
*Another poem written from the perspective of my character, Mason Pierce from my book series The Secret House Saga.
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2014 6:05am
22nd Feb 2014 6:05am
Through Her Eyes (A Secret House Poem)
Monster.
Lost cause.
Why bother?
That's what people would say.
When I'd walk by them on the street.
They'd advert their eyes, look the other way.
They knew me, knew who I was, knew my name.
It was why they kept away.
But one person, dark black hair and sparkling blue eyes.
Saw past all my faults, and made me see what I could be, through her eyes.
Her eyes are special they can see what's not there.
Or what's not so easily seen.
The wonderful woman, with the bright blue eyes. ...
Lost cause.
Why bother?
That's what people would say.
When I'd walk by them on the street.
They'd advert their eyes, look the other way.
They knew me, knew who I was, knew my name.
It was why they kept away.
But one person, dark black hair and sparkling blue eyes.
Saw past all my faults, and made me see what I could be, through her eyes.
Her eyes are special they can see what's not there.
Or what's not so easily seen.
The wonderful woman, with the bright blue eyes. ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Feb 2014 7:26pm
20th Feb 2014 7:26pm
Think About You
I like to read poems by a poet.
A girl that I don't know--
Her sadness, troubles, heartbreaks, complaints, mistakes and unfortunately, her woes.
I like to read these poems.
And I like to pretend, that's it you--
You gone and long, since forgotten ex-girlfriend.
I like to pretend that it's you on the other end.
And I'm reading your words and I like to pretend.
That since you left me, you've been miserable ever since.
Since I broke you heart and you (in turn) crushed my soul.
With lies and broken promises-- With mental disorders and false memories...
A girl that I don't know--
Her sadness, troubles, heartbreaks, complaints, mistakes and unfortunately, her woes.
I like to read these poems.
And I like to pretend, that's it you--
You gone and long, since forgotten ex-girlfriend.
I like to pretend that it's you on the other end.
And I'm reading your words and I like to pretend.
That since you left me, you've been miserable ever since.
Since I broke you heart and you (in turn) crushed my soul.
With lies and broken promises-- With mental disorders and false memories...
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Feb 2014 5:40pm
16th Feb 2014 5:40pm
Elaine (A Mad Girl Poem)
Ellie.”
That’s what they called her.
Sweet Ellie, never a problem--
Never a bother.
Ellie with her twin brother.
Ellie named after the Lady of Shalott.
The lily maid--
The woman known as--
Elaine of Astolat.
That was Ellie, named after a girl--
that was cursed to die.
All because of falling in love with someone--
Who would never notice her.
Sir Lancelot--
And I thought you were a noble?
Are you not?
Poor Ellie.
Blonde hair, like sunshine.
Blue eyes, like smoke-- Pale and...
That’s what they called her.
Sweet Ellie, never a problem--
Never a bother.
Ellie with her twin brother.
Ellie named after the Lady of Shalott.
The lily maid--
The woman known as--
Elaine of Astolat.
That was Ellie, named after a girl--
that was cursed to die.
All because of falling in love with someone--
Who would never notice her.
Sir Lancelot--
And I thought you were a noble?
Are you not?
Poor Ellie.
Blonde hair, like sunshine.
Blue eyes, like smoke-- Pale and...
724 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
13th Feb 2014 8:53pm
13th Feb 2014 8:53pm
Here We Go Again (Pint-Sized Poem #29)
My family--
Needs to seriously....
. . .
Fuck off.
Needs to seriously....
. . .
Fuck off.
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2014 1:14am
13th Feb 2014 1:14am
Dissociative
I feel dissociated from my characters.
From this story.
From their feelings.
I actually don't know where it's going.
I love the storyline & the characters.
But when I start another chapter.
I feel like I'm forcing it.
The last three books.
They were never forced.
Why is this book?
This time?
Why is it so different?
Why do I feel so dissociated?
From this story?
From their perspectives?
My star-crossed characters--
I feel as if their slipping. . . a w a y
from me.
And I don't want that.
I can't...
From this story.
From their feelings.
I actually don't know where it's going.
I love the storyline & the characters.
But when I start another chapter.
I feel like I'm forcing it.
The last three books.
They were never forced.
Why is this book?
This time?
Why is it so different?
Why do I feel so dissociated?
From this story?
From their perspectives?
My star-crossed characters--
I feel as if their slipping. . . a w a y
from me.
And I don't want that.
I can't...
707 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2014 5:22pm
11th Feb 2014 5:22pm
Glass Rose
Pretty rose; glass rose.
Eternal rose.
Never changing,
Forever remaining,
Never dying,
Always staying.
Marking his love for me.
Pretty & delicate--
Perfect & intricate--
A single glass rose.
Eternal.
Like his love for me.
The most mystical gift ever--
To someone who lives, breathes & thrives in the fairytale realm.
The world of enchanted flowers & dreams made of the finest gold thread.
Where true love's kiss is the strongest weapon above all.
Where good always reigns, and evil always fall.
So straight from a...
Eternal rose.
Never changing,
Forever remaining,
Never dying,
Always staying.
Marking his love for me.
Pretty & delicate--
Perfect & intricate--
A single glass rose.
Eternal.
Like his love for me.
The most mystical gift ever--
To someone who lives, breathes & thrives in the fairytale realm.
The world of enchanted flowers & dreams made of the finest gold thread.
Where true love's kiss is the strongest weapon above all.
Where good always reigns, and evil always fall.
So straight from a...
677 reads
2 Comments
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