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
11th Dec 2013 11:09am
11th Dec 2013 11:09am
Vow of Silence (A Mad Girl Poem)
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence." - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar.
Silence.
A pin dropping on the floor.
The snow falling outside of my window.
The cold December air,
drawing in from the cracks in the glass.
I am alone in this world.
This sorrow filled nutshell that I have called my life.
The silence is getting louder.
It's harmmering in my ears.
Along with the rush of blood.
Pounding of my heart.
It's final beats.
That sick twisted sound it makes.
Reminding...
Silence.
A pin dropping on the floor.
The snow falling outside of my window.
The cold December air,
drawing in from the cracks in the glass.
I am alone in this world.
This sorrow filled nutshell that I have called my life.
The silence is getting louder.
It's harmmering in my ears.
Along with the rush of blood.
Pounding of my heart.
It's final beats.
That sick twisted sound it makes.
Reminding...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 11:07am
11th Dec 2013 11:07am
You, Me & Her (A Mad Girl Poem)
You.
Untouchable.
Untangible.
Unforgettable.
Charming.
Admirable.
Lover.
Friend.
Confidante.
Me.
Lonely.
Alone.
Soft-spoken.
Dreamer.
Outsider.
Well-wisher.
Difference maker.
Her.
Cold.
Ruthless.
Mean.
Hated enemy.
Untrustful fiend
Horrid witch.
Smirking girl.
You and me.
A dream that is untouchable, as often as it is spoken.
You and her.
A nightmare that we must both endure, seperately.
Her and I.
Hated enemies in a war...
Untouchable.
Untangible.
Unforgettable.
Charming.
Admirable.
Lover.
Friend.
Confidante.
Me.
Lonely.
Alone.
Soft-spoken.
Dreamer.
Outsider.
Well-wisher.
Difference maker.
Her.
Cold.
Ruthless.
Mean.
Hated enemy.
Untrustful fiend
Horrid witch.
Smirking girl.
You and me.
A dream that is untouchable, as often as it is spoken.
You and her.
A nightmare that we must both endure, seperately.
Her and I.
Hated enemies in a war...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2013 8:44pm
26th Nov 2013 8:44pm
11/26 - Poem, Untitled
I am 13 years old today.
Grand-dad took me to the the mall.
I got a Build-A-Bear Workshop bunny named Lily.
Grand-dad took me down to the food court, and bought me some Wendy's.
My mother missed 13 by two days coming up from Florida.
I haven't seen her in six months.
I am in seventh grade.
My best friend is Alexa M. Baker.
I live with my grandparents in Chicopee, Massachusetts.
I got five $50.00 gift cards to Wal-Mart from my father for my birthday.
My bed is a couch in my grandparents living room.
I cuddle with stuffed animals.
A...
Grand-dad took me to the the mall.
I got a Build-A-Bear Workshop bunny named Lily.
Grand-dad took me down to the food court, and bought me some Wendy's.
My mother missed 13 by two days coming up from Florida.
I haven't seen her in six months.
I am in seventh grade.
My best friend is Alexa M. Baker.
I live with my grandparents in Chicopee, Massachusetts.
I got five $50.00 gift cards to Wal-Mart from my father for my birthday.
My bed is a couch in my grandparents living room.
I cuddle with stuffed animals.
A...
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Nov 2013 10:40pm
18th Nov 2013 10:40pm
Lilith
Created from rock and sand, in the image of one.
Equal, we are and shall be.
You have no hold over me, and I no hold over you.
Find a little pet that'll lie beneath you.
I am not a tool, or something for you to use.
You call me darkness.
You call me night.
You curse my existence.
And so I take flight.
Complain that I will not listen to you.
And have me banned away, into the night.
Replace me with a submissive little pet made from your flesh and bone.
Your names remembered in marble.
Mine remembered in shame.
Casted away from beauty and...
Equal, we are and shall be.
You have no hold over me, and I no hold over you.
Find a little pet that'll lie beneath you.
I am not a tool, or something for you to use.
You call me darkness.
You call me night.
You curse my existence.
And so I take flight.
Complain that I will not listen to you.
And have me banned away, into the night.
Replace me with a submissive little pet made from your flesh and bone.
Your names remembered in marble.
Mine remembered in shame.
Casted away from beauty and...
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Sep 2013 6:59pm
20th Sep 2013 6:59pm
What Goes Around. . .
"What goes around--" they say, very often and at one point or another.
Eventually, "--comes around."
Now, I just want to say that I am troubled.
In my mind.
If you do not know it, then you haven't given me enough time.
To prove to you, to show to you.
How broken and disturbed I can truely be.
I was abused.
I was broken.
I was used.
I was molested.
I was hurt.
And my life was screwed.
I dropped out of school twice because of bullying, from friends and strangers alike.
I have lost friends.
Gotten my heart broken....
Eventually, "--comes around."
Now, I just want to say that I am troubled.
In my mind.
If you do not know it, then you haven't given me enough time.
To prove to you, to show to you.
How broken and disturbed I can truely be.
I was abused.
I was broken.
I was used.
I was molested.
I was hurt.
And my life was screwed.
I dropped out of school twice because of bullying, from friends and strangers alike.
I have lost friends.
Gotten my heart broken....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2013 10:04pm
14th Sep 2013 10:04pm
If You Have The Time
I know that you are busy.
I know that you might not have the time.
But I didn't send them to you so they may gather dust and grime.
I sent them to you so that you may read those words, adventures,
plots and worlds.
I gave you those pieces of art that I crafted and carved.
Not so you may ignore them whether you meant to or not.
I took alot of time to write those stories that you have there.
They brought alot of pain, blood and tears.
They pushed me to the brink of what it means to truly write.
They brought me tears an broke my heart.
And made me stay...
I know that you might not have the time.
But I didn't send them to you so they may gather dust and grime.
I sent them to you so that you may read those words, adventures,
plots and worlds.
I gave you those pieces of art that I crafted and carved.
Not so you may ignore them whether you meant to or not.
I took alot of time to write those stories that you have there.
They brought alot of pain, blood and tears.
They pushed me to the brink of what it means to truly write.
They brought me tears an broke my heart.
And made me stay...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Sep 2013 4:10pm
1st Sep 2013 4:10pm
Daddy
I miss you Daddy, I really do.
You short old man that I wish I knew.
You died a year ago, today.
But it doesn't feel like it, not in any way.
Maybe because there is no stone.
No place for me to give a handful of flowers a home.
No place for me to say my good-byes.
Nowhere for me to finally cry.
Oh Daddy, I miss you.
And I wish, oh I wish that you knew.
The tears and pains that I haved cried.
Wondering, wondering, and wondering why--
Your other daughter, I share nine years between had no right to take you.
Take you away from...
You short old man that I wish I knew.
You died a year ago, today.
But it doesn't feel like it, not in any way.
Maybe because there is no stone.
No place for me to give a handful of flowers a home.
No place for me to say my good-byes.
Nowhere for me to finally cry.
Oh Daddy, I miss you.
And I wish, oh I wish that you knew.
The tears and pains that I haved cried.
Wondering, wondering, and wondering why--
Your other daughter, I share nine years between had no right to take you.
Take you away from...
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Aug 2013 10:05pm
26th Aug 2013 10:05pm
My "Supportive" Family
I'm sorry I had writer's block the past three days.
I'm sorry that I went everywhere from Wonderland to Oz,
into the world of Shadowmere, enrolled at the Hallows Academy,
waved at Annabelle's story, took a glimpse at Ramona's world for a third book and then fell down the rabbit hole again.
It's not my fault that your parents and sister messed up my mojo.
But when I want to show off my writings.
My current stories to my friends.
It would be nice if you pretended that I had no writer's block.
And that I wasn't that annoying.
"Why don't you read...
I'm sorry that I went everywhere from Wonderland to Oz,
into the world of Shadowmere, enrolled at the Hallows Academy,
waved at Annabelle's story, took a glimpse at Ramona's world for a third book and then fell down the rabbit hole again.
It's not my fault that your parents and sister messed up my mojo.
But when I want to show off my writings.
My current stories to my friends.
It would be nice if you pretended that I had no writer's block.
And that I wasn't that annoying.
"Why don't you read...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Aug 2013 4:18am
24th Aug 2013 4:18am
Bully
All day I have been fighting back tears and hurting over lost words. My stories sit abandoned and my characters cry in the pain they are forced to feel. Please Dusk, Paige don't shed tears on my behalf. Oh thank you Kourtney for the tissue and the kind words, no Sean you do not have to beat anyone to a pulp-- Though I sometimes wish you could. I haven't felt this defeated and so long, and I don't care if it was just a message from a "little girl" as my boyfriend continues to call her. . . It's the message behind those words and the fact that she doesn't even care. I wanted us to be friends. I...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Aug 2013 4:47am
23rd Aug 2013 4:47am
Speechless (When The Writer Runs Out of Words)
I don't know. . .
I cannot even begin to explain what just happened.
And that is very, very bad.
Because I am a writer.
And for a writer to run out of words.
I do not know and I do not think that is possible.
But I just. . .
My brain hurts trying to understand.
How pictures of drugs end with my bullied past being brought up?
I don't want to see pictures of drugs because I am a mother.
And I hate the thought of anyone even using them.
So I wanted them taken down.
Is that so bad?
Really? ...
I cannot even begin to explain what just happened.
And that is very, very bad.
Because I am a writer.
And for a writer to run out of words.
I do not know and I do not think that is possible.
But I just. . .
My brain hurts trying to understand.
How pictures of drugs end with my bullied past being brought up?
I don't want to see pictures of drugs because I am a mother.
And I hate the thought of anyone even using them.
So I wanted them taken down.
Is that so bad?
Really? ...
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2013 8:04am
18th Aug 2013 8:04am
Fraud (Rant of Confessions, Secrets and Sorrows)
I am a fraud.
Living the life of a cured girl.
Living the life of a sane patient.
Living the life of someone that's not broken from past troubles.
And who just keeps denying everything around her.
The arguments between my mother and I.
Between my boyfriend and I.
And how I still cut.
How I still bleed.
And I how I broke all my promises.
And my child cries because of the yelling and screaming.
And I can't pick him up because I'm crying too much, and there blood going down my arm.
What am I to do?
I still feel the sharpness of her nails...
Living the life of a cured girl.
Living the life of a sane patient.
Living the life of someone that's not broken from past troubles.
And who just keeps denying everything around her.
The arguments between my mother and I.
Between my boyfriend and I.
And how I still cut.
How I still bleed.
And I how I broke all my promises.
And my child cries because of the yelling and screaming.
And I can't pick him up because I'm crying too much, and there blood going down my arm.
What am I to do?
I still feel the sharpness of her nails...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Aug 2013 00:19am
10th Aug 2013 00:19am
His Life
His life, a small and fragile balance of squeaks and laughs.
Special things he does for the first time, and moments that will never be repeated.
His life, is more precious than any material thing someone could buy.
A smile showing a tooth slowly forming and hazel eyes that he shares with his father.
His life, something that makes me quiver in shame for wanting to take my own.
When his eyes fill with tears, but he cries settle because he hears my heartbeat or falls asleep in his father's arms.
His life, something that I will always be proud of for...
Special things he does for the first time, and moments that will never be repeated.
His life, is more precious than any material thing someone could buy.
A smile showing a tooth slowly forming and hazel eyes that he shares with his father.
His life, something that makes me quiver in shame for wanting to take my own.
When his eyes fill with tears, but he cries settle because he hears my heartbeat or falls asleep in his father's arms.
His life, something that I will always be proud of for...
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