Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2012 3:49pm
19th Dec 2012 3:49pm
Take the Pill
Take the pill.
Take the pill.
Take the pill.
Take the pill.
No, you don't need the pills-- Like I don't need pills.
We don't need pills.
We're happy being who we are.
We don't need to shut out even the tiniest part of ourselves.
We don't need to make other people happy, especially if we're happy the way we are.
Right?
Right my love?
Why are you staring so blankly into space like that?
I'm holding your hand love, can't you feel it?
I give your hand a squeeze and you say that everything hurts.
You say that you have a...
Take the pill.
Take the pill.
Take the pill.
No, you don't need the pills-- Like I don't need pills.
We don't need pills.
We're happy being who we are.
We don't need to shut out even the tiniest part of ourselves.
We don't need to make other people happy, especially if we're happy the way we are.
Right?
Right my love?
Why are you staring so blankly into space like that?
I'm holding your hand love, can't you feel it?
I give your hand a squeeze and you say that everything hurts.
You say that you have a...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 6:20am
7th Dec 2012 6:20am
Fly On Butterfly (To Lizzy)
I never thought that I'd see those, especially not on you.
Those tiny little marks that use to mark my arms at one point too.
I never thought that I would see them on you.
Staring up at me as you told me there's more on your shoulder and your legs.
I didn't think that it would be someone like you.
You're my boyfriend's sister, always following the Punk-Goth trends, collecting Hello Kitty and finding different ways to cut your hair short.
Sometimes you get in your moods and can be not so much as great company.
But you've been better and can actually be really...
Those tiny little marks that use to mark my arms at one point too.
I never thought that I would see them on you.
Staring up at me as you told me there's more on your shoulder and your legs.
I didn't think that it would be someone like you.
You're my boyfriend's sister, always following the Punk-Goth trends, collecting Hello Kitty and finding different ways to cut your hair short.
Sometimes you get in your moods and can be not so much as great company.
But you've been better and can actually be really...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Nov 2012 9:12am
30th Nov 2012 9:12am
Closure
He died in August. . .
It's almost December. . .
And though I am moving forward with my life. I have found an apartment finally, so I am no longer homeless. I have finished a book, I have turned 19 years old as of November 26th. I lived through my baby shower without freaking out about being surrounded by too many people. I am getting ready to become a mother within a month's time. I am talking to my old friends again, I am opening up. I am the flower that is slowly starting to bloom.
But there still is no grave.
No roses to rest on the ground beside it.
There...
It's almost December. . .
And though I am moving forward with my life. I have found an apartment finally, so I am no longer homeless. I have finished a book, I have turned 19 years old as of November 26th. I lived through my baby shower without freaking out about being surrounded by too many people. I am getting ready to become a mother within a month's time. I am talking to my old friends again, I am opening up. I am the flower that is slowly starting to bloom.
But there still is no grave.
No roses to rest on the ground beside it.
There...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Nov 2012 8:37pm
11th Nov 2012 8:37pm
Pressure (I'm Sorry, My Love)
Dearest Andrew,
I apologize for whatever heartache I have caused you. I know for a fact that you were not this damaged and easily frustrated before I met you. Or maybe you were, I don't know. I know that I love you, and I am sorry for whatever my being around has caused. You never got so angry before, and maybe it's because it's closer to you having to move in with me, or because it's getting close to the baby being born. Maybe those things scare you, and they make you more hateful towards other things. Mainly whatever is making me upset at the current moment in time. I'm sorry...
I apologize for whatever heartache I have caused you. I know for a fact that you were not this damaged and easily frustrated before I met you. Or maybe you were, I don't know. I know that I love you, and I am sorry for whatever my being around has caused. You never got so angry before, and maybe it's because it's closer to you having to move in with me, or because it's getting close to the baby being born. Maybe those things scare you, and they make you more hateful towards other things. Mainly whatever is making me upset at the current moment in time. I'm sorry...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Sep 2012 11:24pm
27th Sep 2012 11:24pm
Journey Through The Darkness
Travel to the dark place."
But to travel there is scary,
it means leaving the sunlight
behind. If only I can tie
an anchor to my love and
when the darkness becomes
too much he can pull me
back. Am I ready to travel
back to the place that I was
meant to leave behind? The place
of pretty razors and twisted whispers.
I wanted to get better, didn't I?
Stop being paranoid-- Stop cutting--
Stop being clingy-- Stop being scared--
Stop getting angry-- Stop crying--
Just stop. Stop everything.
Stop writing-- Stop...
But to travel there is scary,
it means leaving the sunlight
behind. If only I can tie
an anchor to my love and
when the darkness becomes
too much he can pull me
back. Am I ready to travel
back to the place that I was
meant to leave behind? The place
of pretty razors and twisted whispers.
I wanted to get better, didn't I?
Stop being paranoid-- Stop cutting--
Stop being clingy-- Stop being scared--
Stop getting angry-- Stop crying--
Just stop. Stop everything.
Stop writing-- Stop...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 1:05am
23rd Sep 2012 1:05am
A Man I Didn't Know
My father recently died, but I didn't know him.
Well not in the way that I wish I had.
I wish I had known him as a good man.
But I do not hold an opinion for a man that I did not know.
My mother told me everything:
How he didn't want me.
How he was never there for me.
How he tried to hurt me, twice.
How he was always on one side of the bar or the other.
But who was the man that was there when my mother wasn't then?
Now after he's dead my mom says that he cried when I was born.
Why didn't she say that before?
Before I...
Well not in the way that I wish I had.
I wish I had known him as a good man.
But I do not hold an opinion for a man that I did not know.
My mother told me everything:
How he didn't want me.
How he was never there for me.
How he tried to hurt me, twice.
How he was always on one side of the bar or the other.
But who was the man that was there when my mother wasn't then?
Now after he's dead my mom says that he cried when I was born.
Why didn't she say that before?
Before I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2012 00:25am
23rd Sep 2012 00:25am
Lullaby for a Dead Man
I was dreaming... I know that now.
But then it seemed so real.
I walked into the room and there sat my father, he was alive.
He was alright, alive and healthy.
Sitting right in front of me.
Death was not permanent in this dream.
It was like a disease, you could be cured from it.
I went to his side and hugged him, his long arms pulling me close.
"I'm sorry daddy-- I thought you were dead. But you're okay, I missed you so much. I love you. Please don't leave again like that please. I missed you so much, I love you."
Over and over I...
But then it seemed so real.
I walked into the room and there sat my father, he was alive.
He was alright, alive and healthy.
Sitting right in front of me.
Death was not permanent in this dream.
It was like a disease, you could be cured from it.
I went to his side and hugged him, his long arms pulling me close.
"I'm sorry daddy-- I thought you were dead. But you're okay, I missed you so much. I love you. Please don't leave again like that please. I missed you so much, I love you."
Over and over I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Aug 2012 5:51am
29th Aug 2012 5:51am
The Good Daughter
The good daughter.
Who is the good daughter?
I can tell you right now that it is not the one that it is standing at her dying father's bedside, hoping that with one last plea of kindness he'll leave her some money for something.
The good daughter is not the ones that told their children for eighteen, twenty years that their grandfather was dead way before he was.
The good daughter, or child is not the son that cannot leave his house because of a medical condition.
The good daughter, she's the one in the parking lot of the hotel she lives in crying...
Who is the good daughter?
I can tell you right now that it is not the one that it is standing at her dying father's bedside, hoping that with one last plea of kindness he'll leave her some money for something.
The good daughter is not the ones that told their children for eighteen, twenty years that their grandfather was dead way before he was.
The good daughter, or child is not the son that cannot leave his house because of a medical condition.
The good daughter, she's the one in the parking lot of the hotel she lives in crying...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2012 00:25am
12th Aug 2012 00:25am
The Girl in the Mirror
Black hair, single blonde streak-- Hair tied back.
Heavy, dark make-up covering the imperfections underneath.
Brown eyes staring at the girl that I've known all my life.
The face that looked back at me through the tears, the anger, the cutting and all of the fights.
The one that stared back at me when I became weak and just smiled and shook her head, she was disappointed in me.
When I was disappointed in myself.
And she was proud of me, when I felt proud to be myself.
Now she stands before me, and wow-- How she has changed. . .
She looks older, wiser......
Heavy, dark make-up covering the imperfections underneath.
Brown eyes staring at the girl that I've known all my life.
The face that looked back at me through the tears, the anger, the cutting and all of the fights.
The one that stared back at me when I became weak and just smiled and shook her head, she was disappointed in me.
When I was disappointed in myself.
And she was proud of me, when I felt proud to be myself.
Now she stands before me, and wow-- How she has changed. . .
She looks older, wiser......
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 11:50pm
13th Jul 2012 11:50pm
Tiny Heart
Tiny Heart,
Beating inside my own. A mother you shall make of this goth girl.
The thought of having a baby, and that wanting of a child.
It was growing in my heart as you grew inside of my life.
Dreams and reality collide and I am aware of nothing else.
But the heart beat that is so foreign,
And yet so familiar to me at the same time.
Tiny Heart,
Holding me together, when al I want is to fall apart.
Filling my heart with a new warmth that I didn't know I could ever feel.
Tiny Heart,
Resting inside of my soul.
Save me...
Beating inside my own. A mother you shall make of this goth girl.
The thought of having a baby, and that wanting of a child.
It was growing in my heart as you grew inside of my life.
Dreams and reality collide and I am aware of nothing else.
But the heart beat that is so foreign,
And yet so familiar to me at the same time.
Tiny Heart,
Holding me together, when al I want is to fall apart.
Filling my heart with a new warmth that I didn't know I could ever feel.
Tiny Heart,
Resting inside of my soul.
Save me...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 2:59pm
13th Jul 2012 2:59pm
Mall Observations
A three story structure shaped like a sea horse
and I am inside of it's chest cavity, watching these very beings
walks to and fro. Some with a place to go, some just walking around-- as if to put on a show.
You have the family outings, the bored shoppers, loners, stalkers and store prawlers.
The whiney children, the texters, the "I-Have-To-Buy-Everything-Before-Next-Season".
The punk hipsters and the early school shoppers, the talkative preppy kids and the lonely drifter.
Among the aromas of over priced perfume, pretzals, nair salons and hair...
and I am inside of it's chest cavity, watching these very beings
walks to and fro. Some with a place to go, some just walking around-- as if to put on a show.
You have the family outings, the bored shoppers, loners, stalkers and store prawlers.
The whiney children, the texters, the "I-Have-To-Buy-Everything-Before-Next-Season".
The punk hipsters and the early school shoppers, the talkative preppy kids and the lonely drifter.
Among the aromas of over priced perfume, pretzals, nair salons and hair...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2012 6:11pm
12th Jul 2012 6:11pm
Inside the Womb
Tiny pink body suspended
in the tiny universe that is my womb.
Little life, moving and breathing
inside of my own.
Hard, so hard to believe
that this-- This being is real.
This tiny heart beat
beating in response to my own.
Unborn baby, tiny enough
to fit inside the palm
of my hand.
Inside the womb,
under my own flesh.
A new life slowly grows
pulling on my heart strings
and making me become
something more than the
creature I was before.
No story could capture this joy--
No poem can hold this emotion--...
in the tiny universe that is my womb.
Little life, moving and breathing
inside of my own.
Hard, so hard to believe
that this-- This being is real.
This tiny heart beat
beating in response to my own.
Unborn baby, tiny enough
to fit inside the palm
of my hand.
Inside the womb,
under my own flesh.
A new life slowly grows
pulling on my heart strings
and making me become
something more than the
creature I was before.
No story could capture this joy--
No poem can hold this emotion--...
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