Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th May 2012 1:30am
16th May 2012 1:30am
Poetry Journal
A small notebook that I got from a bookstore.
On the cover a girl in a victorian dress sits in a field.
And ponders away at her thoughts.
Similar to what I do when a subject comes into view.
Thoughts lace together inside of my mind.
And my pen catches them by releasing them on to the page.
Observations of the world around me & the people I see.
Thoughts that I need to catch but am I not ready to share with the world.
So they will stay locked away inside of this notebook.
Until a later date, when I am ready to share these words...
Under an...
On the cover a girl in a victorian dress sits in a field.
And ponders away at her thoughts.
Similar to what I do when a subject comes into view.
Thoughts lace together inside of my mind.
And my pen catches them by releasing them on to the page.
Observations of the world around me & the people I see.
Thoughts that I need to catch but am I not ready to share with the world.
So they will stay locked away inside of this notebook.
Until a later date, when I am ready to share these words...
Under an...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th May 2012 1:42pm
13th May 2012 1:42pm
The Silly & Random Ravings of a Mad Girl
Squiggly lines
Squiggly lines
Squiggly lines
All around my room and inside my head.
Explode like the bunnies.
That multiply around the room.
Some call this delusion.
I call this normal.
For me and my life.
A koala with a kantana... This is also normal.
My cat wears a top hat and speaks in a British accent.
Butterflies.
Bunnies.
Loud squeaking noises at the top of my lungs.
My boyfriend thinks I'm cute.
My mom thinks I'm crazy.
I think I'm quite mad really. ...
Squiggly lines
Squiggly lines
All around my room and inside my head.
Explode like the bunnies.
That multiply around the room.
Some call this delusion.
I call this normal.
For me and my life.
A koala with a kantana... This is also normal.
My cat wears a top hat and speaks in a British accent.
Butterflies.
Bunnies.
Loud squeaking noises at the top of my lungs.
My boyfriend thinks I'm cute.
My mom thinks I'm crazy.
I think I'm quite mad really. ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2012 6:19pm
12th May 2012 6:19pm
The All-True Confessions of an Ex-Cutter (Day 100)
100 days of no cutting.
"I'm so proud of you Annie."
The praises from my mom and boyfriend are more than I can bear as I look down at the healed scars. The scars that I have been using to document so much progress in my mental health, knowing that I really was getting better. Despite knowing how ignorant and cruel my ex-girlfriend is, despite living in a hotel because I was evicted from my apartment all the way back in September. Despite the arguements that I've had with my mother and my boyfriend. Despite losing one of my best friends without doing anything. Despite some...
"I'm so proud of you Annie."
The praises from my mom and boyfriend are more than I can bear as I look down at the healed scars. The scars that I have been using to document so much progress in my mental health, knowing that I really was getting better. Despite knowing how ignorant and cruel my ex-girlfriend is, despite living in a hotel because I was evicted from my apartment all the way back in September. Despite the arguements that I've had with my mother and my boyfriend. Despite losing one of my best friends without doing anything. Despite some...
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th May 2012 6:01am
11th May 2012 6:01am
Brilliant Lies
It's funny to see how it took for me to finally get over you.
Over all of those nonsense lies you told me.
How I believed every one of them.
How I could only imagine how much a fool I looked like actually believing every word you said to me.
When nothing you said was true.
The thought of your acting skills and lies just makes me feel so sick...
Sick with myself for believing you.
You never deserved it.
Never deserved my trust.
And I told you.
I warned you--
"If you're lying to me-- About anything, you will lose me."
Maybe you...
Over all of those nonsense lies you told me.
How I believed every one of them.
How I could only imagine how much a fool I looked like actually believing every word you said to me.
When nothing you said was true.
The thought of your acting skills and lies just makes me feel so sick...
Sick with myself for believing you.
You never deserved it.
Never deserved my trust.
And I told you.
I warned you--
"If you're lying to me-- About anything, you will lose me."
Maybe you...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2012 3:56am
11th May 2012 3:56am
Untitled I (A Palindrome)
When I love.
When I hate.
The Bad & Good.
The Dark & Light.
The Truth & Lies.
When you promise and I am. . .
Breaking & Mending.
Mending & Breaking
Am I, and promise you when?. . .
The Lies & Truth.
The Dark & Light.
The Good & bad.
Hate I, when?
Love I, when?
When I hate.
The Bad & Good.
The Dark & Light.
The Truth & Lies.
When you promise and I am. . .
Breaking & Mending.
Mending & Breaking
Am I, and promise you when?. . .
The Lies & Truth.
The Dark & Light.
The Good & bad.
Hate I, when?
Love I, when?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2012 6:46pm
10th May 2012 6:46pm
The Lying Fee
If there was a fee on lies...
There isn't, but what if there was.
How much in debt would you be right now?
How many lies have you told and gotten away with?
How many lies did you tell knowing that you were telling them?
How many lies made you lose friends?
Lovers?
Made people hate you?
Want you to go away?
Want you to die?
How many lies have you told that broke innocent people's hearts?
Broke their souls?
Made them looks like fools, while you [the liar] looked like a helpless victim.
What if everyone knew your lies?
Would...
There isn't, but what if there was.
How much in debt would you be right now?
How many lies have you told and gotten away with?
How many lies did you tell knowing that you were telling them?
How many lies made you lose friends?
Lovers?
Made people hate you?
Want you to go away?
Want you to die?
How many lies have you told that broke innocent people's hearts?
Broke their souls?
Made them looks like fools, while you [the liar] looked like a helpless victim.
What if everyone knew your lies?
Would...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th May 2012 2:26am
7th May 2012 2:26am
Girl In Waiting (Pint-Sized Poem #27)
Here sits a girl waiting.
Sitting on a sidewalk.
Smoking--
Texting--
Waiting--
What is she waiting for?
Getting up--
Bus approaching--
She's leaving now.
The girl that was waiting.
But I still sit--
Waiting--
Waiting--
Waiting for what?
. . . .
I don't know.
But I'm still waiting.
Here sits a girl waiting.
Sitting on the grass.
Writing--
Thinking--
Waiting--
For what?
My train of thought to get...
Sitting on a sidewalk.
Smoking--
Texting--
Waiting--
What is she waiting for?
Getting up--
Bus approaching--
She's leaving now.
The girl that was waiting.
But I still sit--
Waiting--
Waiting--
Waiting for what?
. . . .
I don't know.
But I'm still waiting.
Here sits a girl waiting.
Sitting on the grass.
Writing--
Thinking--
Waiting--
For what?
My train of thought to get...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th May 2012 7:26pm
5th May 2012 7:26pm
Day 93
Haven't counted in a while.
93 days in total?
That's how long since I've slice my skin.
Since I've dragged the razors down my arms.
I've been watching the old scars heal.
And haven't even thought about how long it's been since I'd make myself bleed.
93 days?
Stopped cutting in Feburary, and not it's May.
Is that really possible?
After all the things that little witch said about me?
After losing my best friend?
After the arguements that I've had with my boyfriend and my mother?
After all of that. . .
After listening...
93 days in total?
That's how long since I've slice my skin.
Since I've dragged the razors down my arms.
I've been watching the old scars heal.
And haven't even thought about how long it's been since I'd make myself bleed.
93 days?
Stopped cutting in Feburary, and not it's May.
Is that really possible?
After all the things that little witch said about me?
After losing my best friend?
After the arguements that I've had with my boyfriend and my mother?
After all of that. . .
After listening...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th May 2012 4:45pm
5th May 2012 4:45pm
Memory In A Screen (Pint-Sized Poem #26)
Do you see it Grand-dad, and if you press that button like this-- No let me show you. . . See? She jumps, isn't that cool?"
"How do you see all that on that tiny screen?"
I smile at the memory of as I stare down at my iPod, my game ended because I had died-- damn zombies, I think to myself. The memory that I am thinking of show a ten year old girl showing her grandfather her Gameboy Advance that she had gotten for her tenth birthday. And thought she will never play video games after it gets stolen she is happy to show it to him. Coming out of the memory I look...
"How do you see all that on that tiny screen?"
I smile at the memory of as I stare down at my iPod, my game ended because I had died-- damn zombies, I think to myself. The memory that I am thinking of show a ten year old girl showing her grandfather her Gameboy Advance that she had gotten for her tenth birthday. And thought she will never play video games after it gets stolen she is happy to show it to him. Coming out of the memory I look...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th May 2012 6:29pm
4th May 2012 6:29pm
Bad Taste & Bad Memories (Pint-Sized Poem #25)
Bad Taste--
Bad image--
Everything bad about it.
Don't want to remember.
It makes me sick.
Her description--
Her image--
Implanted in my brain.
And when I think about it.
That bad taste come back.
THAT... was the last thing that I wanted to remember.
Remember about her--
After I was gone and she wanted my pity.
She wrote a disgustingly personal poem--
That made me into something I'm not....
A whore.
Saying that I'm good with my mouth.
That's all that she could think of...?
That was her...
Bad image--
Everything bad about it.
Don't want to remember.
It makes me sick.
Her description--
Her image--
Implanted in my brain.
And when I think about it.
That bad taste come back.
THAT... was the last thing that I wanted to remember.
Remember about her--
After I was gone and she wanted my pity.
She wrote a disgustingly personal poem--
That made me into something I'm not....
A whore.
Saying that I'm good with my mouth.
That's all that she could think of...?
That was her...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd May 2012 3:56am
3rd May 2012 3:56am
Gloomy Sunday
Today is Sunday.
My dear you are gone, have been for quite sometime.
This house holds too many memories of your life, that I cannot bear to sit-- lay here no more.
What time is it-- I do not know.
The cat wants to go out, I wonder if I can let him out today?
Can I sit up today?
Do I want to sit up?
To stand?
To talk?
To walk?
To breathe?
Not without you, my dear.
It had been too long since I have seen your face.
Heard your voice.
46 years of being together and like that you were gone-- The angels took you away.
The black...
My dear you are gone, have been for quite sometime.
This house holds too many memories of your life, that I cannot bear to sit-- lay here no more.
What time is it-- I do not know.
The cat wants to go out, I wonder if I can let him out today?
Can I sit up today?
Do I want to sit up?
To stand?
To talk?
To walk?
To breathe?
Not without you, my dear.
It had been too long since I have seen your face.
Heard your voice.
46 years of being together and like that you were gone-- The angels took you away.
The black...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 2:30am
2nd May 2012 2:30am
Only Fear is Fear Itself
"The only fear is fear itself."
That's what everyone has told me.
And I like to joke about a lot of my fears.
Clowns, spiders and lawn knomes don't really scare me.
But the dark.
The dark scares me.
Because when I am in the dark.
I feel the cold tendrils of fear close around my heart.
I feel the claws of the beast that hides under my bed.
I smell the blood oozing out of the walls.
Hear my heart pounding in my chest.
Tears slid down my cheeks.
As I watch Him, The Shadow.
He has followed me for months now.
Like...
That's what everyone has told me.
And I like to joke about a lot of my fears.
Clowns, spiders and lawn knomes don't really scare me.
But the dark.
The dark scares me.
Because when I am in the dark.
I feel the cold tendrils of fear close around my heart.
I feel the claws of the beast that hides under my bed.
I smell the blood oozing out of the walls.
Hear my heart pounding in my chest.
Tears slid down my cheeks.
As I watch Him, The Shadow.
He has followed me for months now.
Like...
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