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
16th Jan 2014 11:40am
16th Jan 2014 11:40am
Castle Down (A Secret House Poem)
I was concieved in a tube.
Sperm and egg met in strange, exchange.
Father & Mother agreed to disagree.
Have me, the deed and then leave, leave, leave.
My mother raised me as her own.
And my father went to be someone that I would never, ever know.
But here I am seventeen years.
Lived in two different towns.
Watched my mother remarried, not a man but a woman instead.
With a son and plenty of baggage of her own.
And still I see. . .
I see that parts of me that belong.
And the parts that are missing from my existence. ...
Sperm and egg met in strange, exchange.
Father & Mother agreed to disagree.
Have me, the deed and then leave, leave, leave.
My mother raised me as her own.
And my father went to be someone that I would never, ever know.
But here I am seventeen years.
Lived in two different towns.
Watched my mother remarried, not a man but a woman instead.
With a son and plenty of baggage of her own.
And still I see. . .
I see that parts of me that belong.
And the parts that are missing from my existence. ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Jan 2014 7:18pm
14th Jan 2014 7:18pm
"Dead to the World"
You were dead to the world--" He says to me.
Tears threaten to break from my eyes.
"-- So we just left without you."
Oh.
Right.
I see.
Okay.
Bye.
I hold the phone to my ear, tightly.
Even if it hurts.
That just because I was asleep.
They went and got our son's brithday present--
Without me.
All because I was tired.
"Kay-- s'fine" I mumble into the phone.
And then I hang up.
Swallowing back disappointment.
And the bitter taste of being a bad mother.
. . . Nothing new. . . ...
Tears threaten to break from my eyes.
"-- So we just left without you."
Oh.
Right.
I see.
Okay.
Bye.
I hold the phone to my ear, tightly.
Even if it hurts.
That just because I was asleep.
They went and got our son's brithday present--
Without me.
All because I was tired.
"Kay-- s'fine" I mumble into the phone.
And then I hang up.
Swallowing back disappointment.
And the bitter taste of being a bad mother.
. . . Nothing new. . . ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2014 1:55am
12th Jan 2014 1:55am
One Year
One year.
Where did it go.
Sweet little baby boy.
With the bubbly laughter.
And the dimples like your father.
Where did the time go?
It flew by.
I blinked my eye.
You were born.
And you cried.
I dried your eyes.
When tears came.
I watched you learn how to roll over and crawl.
Smile and giggle.
Stand on your own two feet.
And now you have started to take your first steps.
"Uh oh", "Mama" and "Dada" being your first words.
You're getting so big.
But I swear, you were just born?
Weren't...
Where did it go.
Sweet little baby boy.
With the bubbly laughter.
And the dimples like your father.
Where did the time go?
It flew by.
I blinked my eye.
You were born.
And you cried.
I dried your eyes.
When tears came.
I watched you learn how to roll over and crawl.
Smile and giggle.
Stand on your own two feet.
And now you have started to take your first steps.
"Uh oh", "Mama" and "Dada" being your first words.
You're getting so big.
But I swear, you were just born?
Weren't...
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STORY POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 11:58am
8th Jan 2014 11:58am
The Arrival of Spring
He looked at me with eyes as gray as winter.
He spoke in tones that were as bitter, as cold months frozen over.
From snow and ice that's deep December, pentrated my heart's chambers.
Throughout the entire winter, and it's darkening chill that still binds me in embers.
"Do you know what happens?"
He asked me, chills running up and down my spine.
From the coldness that followed him often.
"When what happens?" I asked him.
The bitter frost froze over my arms and legs.
Longing for the arrival of spring.
"To the snow, when it...
He spoke in tones that were as bitter, as cold months frozen over.
From snow and ice that's deep December, pentrated my heart's chambers.
Throughout the entire winter, and it's darkening chill that still binds me in embers.
"Do you know what happens?"
He asked me, chills running up and down my spine.
From the coldness that followed him often.
"When what happens?" I asked him.
The bitter frost froze over my arms and legs.
Longing for the arrival of spring.
"To the snow, when it...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2014 00:49am
2nd Jan 2014 00:49am
Passing the Sword
"Grand-dad?"
He sits in front of me.
Holding a sword.
A sword that blade has been broken in half.
Sliced and cracked as if it was made of paper.
Rather then steel or metel, whatever blades are made of (that is).
He looks up at me, sad somber old man blue eyes.
I am holding a sword, brand new, sleek and shining.
The blade reflecting my reflection back at me.
Reflection my confusion and my fear.
My grandfather taps his sword against mine.
It's when I noitce the edges of where the blade's broken half had at one time met.
There...
He sits in front of me.
Holding a sword.
A sword that blade has been broken in half.
Sliced and cracked as if it was made of paper.
Rather then steel or metel, whatever blades are made of (that is).
He looks up at me, sad somber old man blue eyes.
I am holding a sword, brand new, sleek and shining.
The blade reflecting my reflection back at me.
Reflection my confusion and my fear.
My grandfather taps his sword against mine.
It's when I noitce the edges of where the blade's broken half had at one time met.
There...
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Dec 2013 5:49pm
25th Dec 2013 5:49pm
I'll Shoot Your Eye Out!
Nothing has changed.
Your parents say: "Jump."
You say: "How high?"
They say: "We're here."
You say: "Let me give my girlfriend an anxiety attack and then I'll leave her when she's a blubbering mess. Because I rather spend Christmas with my "family" then my girlfriend and son."
Well merry fucking Christmas to me?
'Til death do us part?
That's what the glass clock you gave me last night reads.
More like til your parents call, and then you leave me.
Did we really come full circle?
Last year I call you up sick, eight months pregnant. ...
Your parents say: "Jump."
You say: "How high?"
They say: "We're here."
You say: "Let me give my girlfriend an anxiety attack and then I'll leave her when she's a blubbering mess. Because I rather spend Christmas with my "family" then my girlfriend and son."
Well merry fucking Christmas to me?
'Til death do us part?
That's what the glass clock you gave me last night reads.
More like til your parents call, and then you leave me.
Did we really come full circle?
Last year I call you up sick, eight months pregnant. ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2013 7:48am
24th Dec 2013 7:48am
Home Sweet Home
They say that: "Home is where the heart is".
But what happens when for so long you didn't have a home?
And your heart was broken in two?
What do you have then?
I never got an answer and in all honesty still can't find one.
I tried turning a small hotel room into a home.
And I tried mending my shattered and dead heart.
But it hurt too much.
Because there was always the emptiness inside of my chest.
Longing from what I had but didn't anymore.
A lost love that was based on nothing but madness and lies.
Something that took me over a...
But what happens when for so long you didn't have a home?
And your heart was broken in two?
What do you have then?
I never got an answer and in all honesty still can't find one.
I tried turning a small hotel room into a home.
And I tried mending my shattered and dead heart.
But it hurt too much.
Because there was always the emptiness inside of my chest.
Longing from what I had but didn't anymore.
A lost love that was based on nothing but madness and lies.
Something that took me over a...
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Dec 2013 3:04am
24th Dec 2013 3:04am
Lost Love Ballad (A Mad Girl Poem)
They loved each other, she and him.
More then sun loved the moon.
Dying ever night, so that she breathe.
They were meant to be.
Stars were not crossed.
And the Gods did not weave their destiny.
From spools of hopes and bitter dreams.
They grew up side by side.
Not looking at each other in any way but one.
Until one day they looked a little harder.
Camera lense adjusted.
Glasses were cleared of fog.
And they saw each other as not as they had always.
But with brand news eyes.
Eyes opened wide.
Teasing words that led to blushing smiles....
More then sun loved the moon.
Dying ever night, so that she breathe.
They were meant to be.
Stars were not crossed.
And the Gods did not weave their destiny.
From spools of hopes and bitter dreams.
They grew up side by side.
Not looking at each other in any way but one.
Until one day they looked a little harder.
Camera lense adjusted.
Glasses were cleared of fog.
And they saw each other as not as they had always.
But with brand news eyes.
Eyes opened wide.
Teasing words that led to blushing smiles....
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 7:34am
21st Dec 2013 7:34am
Rubber Band
Falling out again.
Spewing venomous words.
In a last effort to see--
who I can hurt before they hurt me.
A tension growing inside--
the frontal lobe of my mind.
I want take the ice pick and shove in my eye.
It cause me to be both--
Numb & Dumb
Healed & Blind.
Self-diagnosis, self-medicating.
Take the pain, the tension, the rupturing pain away.
Take it out with a bang.
Like a shotgun, back of the head-- No pain, no gain.
The end, shut it all out before it's too late.
Too late-- ...
Spewing venomous words.
In a last effort to see--
who I can hurt before they hurt me.
A tension growing inside--
the frontal lobe of my mind.
I want take the ice pick and shove in my eye.
It cause me to be both--
Numb & Dumb
Healed & Blind.
Self-diagnosis, self-medicating.
Take the pain, the tension, the rupturing pain away.
Take it out with a bang.
Like a shotgun, back of the head-- No pain, no gain.
The end, shut it all out before it's too late.
Too late-- ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2013 10:27pm
19th Dec 2013 10:27pm
A Charming Tale (A Mad Girl Poem)
There once was a pauper you see, a pauper that went by the same name as me.
She was pretty or as she was told, with green eyes and hair made of gold.
She had friends and she had family but most importantly she had heart.
Evil forces were bent on tearing her world apart.
She fell in love, but it was not meant to be.
For her prince was promised to another girl, a girl whom was not me.
But she pined for him never the less, she couldn't change her heart let alone change her mind.
It was sad thing to watch, a girl break her heart over someone who couldn't give...
She was pretty or as she was told, with green eyes and hair made of gold.
She had friends and she had family but most importantly she had heart.
Evil forces were bent on tearing her world apart.
She fell in love, but it was not meant to be.
For her prince was promised to another girl, a girl whom was not me.
But she pined for him never the less, she couldn't change her heart let alone change her mind.
It was sad thing to watch, a girl break her heart over someone who couldn't give...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2013 7:50am
17th Dec 2013 7:50am
Beauty From Pain
I thought it was over.
Like I always do.
White flags were ready to stand.
The towel was ready to be thrown in.
Time to give up.
Time to give in.
This story is one that was once shared.
Now it is mine to hold.
I've taken my characters (and than some)
and I made a new story unfold.
But it still hurts when I think it's not enough.
Or maybe it's too much.
I want to call it quits.
Give up & give in.
Let my dearly departed co-author claim victory in this game.
I know that she has not touch paper nor pen.
Nor quil or parchment has...
Like I always do.
White flags were ready to stand.
The towel was ready to be thrown in.
Time to give up.
Time to give in.
This story is one that was once shared.
Now it is mine to hold.
I've taken my characters (and than some)
and I made a new story unfold.
But it still hurts when I think it's not enough.
Or maybe it's too much.
I want to call it quits.
Give up & give in.
Let my dearly departed co-author claim victory in this game.
I know that she has not touch paper nor pen.
Nor quil or parchment has...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 2:45am
16th Dec 2013 2:45am
Dearest Prince (A Mad Girl Poem)
Dearest Prince.
Whom I wait for evermore.
Trapped away that neither sword nor spell can break.
Dearest Prince.
Of whom my affection I implore.
I wait for you my prince, coming riding on a white horse.
Just like the men of storybooks long ago.
Flee from the evil sniveling hag and come find me.
Your mere pauper, not a princess.
But still with a heart of golden glass, I am waiting.
Waiting and waiting, and though my heart may break.
I am your Penelope and your are Odysseus returning home from the sea.
I am Ophelia whom will wait upon a bough that...
Whom I wait for evermore.
Trapped away that neither sword nor spell can break.
Dearest Prince.
Of whom my affection I implore.
I wait for you my prince, coming riding on a white horse.
Just like the men of storybooks long ago.
Flee from the evil sniveling hag and come find me.
Your mere pauper, not a princess.
But still with a heart of golden glass, I am waiting.
Waiting and waiting, and though my heart may break.
I am your Penelope and your are Odysseus returning home from the sea.
I am Ophelia whom will wait upon a bough that...
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