Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
ANGER POEM
Published
7th Jul 2012 4:27pm
7th Jul 2012 4:27pm
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
I saw you.... Old friend, hated enemy, traitor and friendship breaker.
You didn't see me.
It was at the mall--
In one of my favorite stores, even though it's too expensive to go to.
I saw you with your boyfriend.
And I know that if I had stayed in that store--
He would've said "hi" and you would've ignored me.
Just like at prom.
I ran out of the store, as if you were my worse nightmare come to life.
I ran out of the store, I ran away from my own love.
I yelled at him, telling him that he doesn't know the pain.
The pain of losing another...
You didn't see me.
It was at the mall--
In one of my favorite stores, even though it's too expensive to go to.
I saw you with your boyfriend.
And I know that if I had stayed in that store--
He would've said "hi" and you would've ignored me.
Just like at prom.
I ran out of the store, as if you were my worse nightmare come to life.
I ran out of the store, I ran away from my own love.
I yelled at him, telling him that he doesn't know the pain.
The pain of losing another...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2012 7:26pm
26th Jun 2012 7:26pm
Just Breathe
Just breathe...
I tell my self these words as I exit out the email with tears in my eyes, I will put these poems together inside a book showing to this girl that helped me grow in many ways that she meant to me. The good and the bad, the happy times and the dark times that she did not attend. I will let go of the tragedy that was my first love in those words, I will move past the scars and hurtful words and I will dedicate that book to her.
Despite everything, she taught me alot about myself.
Now I have to pick myself up, brush off the dust, talk my love's hand,...
I tell my self these words as I exit out the email with tears in my eyes, I will put these poems together inside a book showing to this girl that helped me grow in many ways that she meant to me. The good and the bad, the happy times and the dark times that she did not attend. I will let go of the tragedy that was my first love in those words, I will move past the scars and hurtful words and I will dedicate that book to her.
Despite everything, she taught me alot about myself.
Now I have to pick myself up, brush off the dust, talk my love's hand,...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jun 2012 6:37am
18th Jun 2012 6:37am
Good-bye & Thanks for the Memories
You.
You were the girl that I trusted with my secrets, my tears, my truths and at one point my heart. You were the one who said would never hurt me, never betray me. But you sadly were not the first or last one to break that promise.
As a small child I gave my father so many chances to be he father that I deserved, as I got older I just gave up and now I no longer speak to him at all.
When I was twelve years old my mother left and took care of another man's child while I was alone trying to understand who I was and what was becoming of me.
When I was...
You were the girl that I trusted with my secrets, my tears, my truths and at one point my heart. You were the one who said would never hurt me, never betray me. But you sadly were not the first or last one to break that promise.
As a small child I gave my father so many chances to be he father that I deserved, as I got older I just gave up and now I no longer speak to him at all.
When I was twelve years old my mother left and took care of another man's child while I was alone trying to understand who I was and what was becoming of me.
When I was...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 5:09am
5th Jun 2012 5:09am
A Twist in My Story (11 Weeks)
I don't know how to say it.
The words seem stuck in the back of my throat.
All though they make my heart and soul fill with warmth.
I just cannot say the words and actually believe them.
No not me.
I'm the bookworm.
The writer.
The goth girl.
The chick in the back of the room writing in a notebook.
That's who I am.
But here I am.
Six postive tests later.
Two weeks of throwing up every morning.
Here I am not getting my period for the past two months.
Here I am, eighteen years old.
And....
PREGNANT.
...
The words seem stuck in the back of my throat.
All though they make my heart and soul fill with warmth.
I just cannot say the words and actually believe them.
No not me.
I'm the bookworm.
The writer.
The goth girl.
The chick in the back of the room writing in a notebook.
That's who I am.
But here I am.
Six postive tests later.
Two weeks of throwing up every morning.
Here I am not getting my period for the past two months.
Here I am, eighteen years old.
And....
PREGNANT.
...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th May 2012 9:09pm
30th May 2012 9:09pm
Paranoia Diary: Entry IV
You ever get that feeling that you're walking on egg shells? That everytime you turn around someone is plotting against you? To the point where the only safe place is somewhere familiar to you? Do you just feel like you're never safe no matter how safe you may think that you are? You could always be safer, and even if you want to go out and you want to be normal. You just get so scared, scared of what's going to happen next-- What's going to happen in a few moments? Is something else bad going to happen if I leave this room, if I walk out that door? And you just get so worked up over all...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th May 2012 1:58am
30th May 2012 1:58am
May I Be A Mother? (A Secret)
When I was a little girl, I would treat my dolls as my children-- Dressing them, feeding them, throwing birthday parties for them. There was always the special doll that got a crib and a stroller and new clothes and who I took care of like I was really a mother and she was really my daughter. But then I got older and that part of me faded from playing with dolls to writing stories and there were five stories of mine that were suppose to end in teenage pregnancy. And that time in my life that I was obsessed with the movie "Juno" and when we learned about teenage pregnancy in health class I was...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th May 2012 1:48am
26th May 2012 1:48am
Paranoia Diary: Entry III
I don't even cry this time when he says that they're taking him away from me again. I just, I do not see the point in crying. All I know is that I expected it this time. I expected them to take him away from me again. . . That is why I am unsure if this is paranoia or just expecting the pain again. Expecting the happiness to be taken away because people like I do not deserve happines, we do not deserve to be loved and to feel safe even if is for one night. I do get to feel this way, I get to feel the emptiness of lost hope. I am Pandora when she closes the box after all the plagues and...
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th May 2012 1:32am
26th May 2012 1:32am
Cracking. . .
Take him away...
Go on...
Do it...
Alright?
You're doing it?
Good.
Because. . .that's. . .what's. . .going. . .to. . .make. . .me. . .
Break.
Snap.
Twist.
Rip.
Cut.
Slice.
Die.
So thank you.
For taking away.
The one reason.
That I. . .
Breathe.
Eat.
Sleep.
And get up in the morning and live my pathetic excuse for a life...
Thank you for being the reason, the reason that I. . . Start to. . .
CRACK.
Go on...
Do it...
Alright?
You're doing it?
Good.
Because. . .that's. . .what's. . .going. . .to. . .make. . .me. . .
Break.
Snap.
Twist.
Rip.
Cut.
Slice.
Die.
So thank you.
For taking away.
The one reason.
That I. . .
Breathe.
Eat.
Sleep.
And get up in the morning and live my pathetic excuse for a life...
Thank you for being the reason, the reason that I. . . Start to. . .
CRACK.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd May 2012 1:01am
23rd May 2012 1:01am
Paranoia Diary: Entry II
The dream didn't make any sense, like most of my dreams that I've had when I am on sleeping pills. Any kind of sleeping supplement gives me strange dreams that I cannot explain or begin to comprehend. This dream involved a door, yes that's right a door-- And not just any door, the door to my hotel room. This door in my dream was not the door that is in front of me right now. For on thing, something was trying to get pass that door in my dream, something not human-- Something dark and evil, reeking of darkness and hatred towards me. In my dream my mother was not listening to me about having to...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st May 2012 1:40am
21st May 2012 1:40am
Paranoia Diary: Entry I
I was a child when it first began, and at the time of course I was unaware of it. Maybe because I was young and naive, unsure of what the darkness that haunted my mind until recently. I knew that I didn't like being around more than one or sometimes two people at a time. I would feel sick and would have to leave the room, I would still there not talking to anyone because I knew there was something wrong with me. Something wrong with me so that it made it near impossible for me to talk to all the other people that I have spoken before. I just feel like I'm being suffocated, or like the walls...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th May 2012 1:23pm
18th May 2012 1:23pm
Word Maze
Touching pen to paper,
worlds detach
and come undone.
I was and
now I am.
I can be,
and so I shall.
I am her,
I am him,
I am you,
I am them--
Poetry--
This expression,
this life,
this meaning,
this world,
these thoughts.
It's all I have,
it's one of the many things.
That keeps me alive
today,
tomorrow,
yesterday--
Here.
There-
Now-
Then.
This is the reason,
the reason I write,
stories--
poems--
prose--
& my life.
This is...
worlds detach
and come undone.
I was and
now I am.
I can be,
and so I shall.
I am her,
I am him,
I am you,
I am them--
Poetry--
This expression,
this life,
this meaning,
this world,
these thoughts.
It's all I have,
it's one of the many things.
That keeps me alive
today,
tomorrow,
yesterday--
Here.
There-
Now-
Then.
This is the reason,
the reason I write,
stories--
poems--
prose--
& my life.
This is...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th May 2012 6:47pm
16th May 2012 6:47pm
Sound of Madness
A curious thought occured to me quite recently about the idea of mental illness. How so many people... So many people that I have seen and spoken to, have lied about such dreadful diseases. It makes me sick really to think that somewhere in the world a child is suffering a mental disorder but because we have all these petty freaks that want some attention pretending to have this disease as a game.
How many people have lied about having a split personality?
And how many people have you known have used the excuse of being bipolar, or depressed when you try talking to them?
So...
How many people have lied about having a split personality?
And how many people have you known have used the excuse of being bipolar, or depressed when you try talking to them?
So...
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