Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2012 5:22am
29th Mar 2012 5:22am
Faded (Pint-Sized Poem #21)
I thought I was whole.
A solid matter.
But then I faded.
Becoming smoke and disappearing.
Only to reform as someone else.
Now I have refocused.
Now you may see me.
Less blurry than I was before.
When I was defined as so many things.
Now I am defined as one.
And only one.
And I will never fade away again.
A solid matter.
But then I faded.
Becoming smoke and disappearing.
Only to reform as someone else.
Now I have refocused.
Now you may see me.
Less blurry than I was before.
When I was defined as so many things.
Now I am defined as one.
And only one.
And I will never fade away again.
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Mar 2012 4:58pm
28th Mar 2012 4:58pm
To Fix A Broken Heart (Five Steps of Grieving)
Denial
She said she hates me.
She said we are not friends.
She said that she lied to me.
But still...
I give her a chance.
A chance to prove.
That she didn't lie.
That our love wasn't a game.
I cry.
I sob.
I bleed.
I'm alone.
I'm embarressed and ashamed.
For still believing there was hope.
Even though my broke heart was all the proof I needed to understand.
She wasn't coming back.
Anger
I hate her.
We're not friends.
I can't believe she would do this to me.
After every fucking thing I did...
She said she hates me.
She said we are not friends.
She said that she lied to me.
But still...
I give her a chance.
A chance to prove.
That she didn't lie.
That our love wasn't a game.
I cry.
I sob.
I bleed.
I'm alone.
I'm embarressed and ashamed.
For still believing there was hope.
Even though my broke heart was all the proof I needed to understand.
She wasn't coming back.
Anger
I hate her.
We're not friends.
I can't believe she would do this to me.
After every fucking thing I did...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Mar 2012 3:43am
27th Mar 2012 3:43am
Revenge of the Broken Hearts
I watch her.
Dark hair with blue bleeding into it.
Brown eyes that I once thought were beautiful.
All she does now is make me sick.
Sitting in the open, like always.
Living and pretending like she knows everything.
No more nice girl.
I'm done playing games.
Time to fix what she broke.
Time to sacrafice one heart for another.
Gripping the blade in my hand.
What will he think when he finds it missing?
Will he know that it was I, I that took it?
I stare down at it, he will get it back.
And it'll mean more to anyone with her blood one it....
Dark hair with blue bleeding into it.
Brown eyes that I once thought were beautiful.
All she does now is make me sick.
Sitting in the open, like always.
Living and pretending like she knows everything.
No more nice girl.
I'm done playing games.
Time to fix what she broke.
Time to sacrafice one heart for another.
Gripping the blade in my hand.
What will he think when he finds it missing?
Will he know that it was I, I that took it?
I stare down at it, he will get it back.
And it'll mean more to anyone with her blood one it....
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ANGER POEM
Published
27th Mar 2012 3:16am
27th Mar 2012 3:16am
Leave Before I Return (Pint Sized Poem #20)
When are you going back to school?"
I smile, looking up.
"Next year"
She stares at me, worry in her eyes;
"The problem will still be there."
I look away, an evil gleam in my eye.
"No it won't."
She tilts her head to one side, confused.
"It won't?"
I look at her again,
"She'll be gone, and if she's not...
She'll be sorry."
I smile, looking up.
"Next year"
She stares at me, worry in her eyes;
"The problem will still be there."
I look away, an evil gleam in my eye.
"No it won't."
She tilts her head to one side, confused.
"It won't?"
I look at her again,
"She'll be gone, and if she's not...
She'll be sorry."
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Mar 2012 6:13am
26th Mar 2012 6:13am
Obsession
Typing.
Smiling.
Writing.
Knowing.
Hating.
Hacking.
Stealing.
Reading.
Deleting.
Self-loathing.
You are nothing.
But still hold something.
The truth behind every lie.
The answer to every question.
The knife to every scar.
You are the obession.
You did this to me.
Trapping me in this state of mind.
Liar.
Heartbreaker.
Liar.
Life Ruiner.
Liar.
Suicide Influencer.
You destroyed me.
And here I am still reading your life in poetry.
Still hearing what you have to say.
Still...
Smiling.
Writing.
Knowing.
Hating.
Hacking.
Stealing.
Reading.
Deleting.
Self-loathing.
You are nothing.
But still hold something.
The truth behind every lie.
The answer to every question.
The knife to every scar.
You are the obession.
You did this to me.
Trapping me in this state of mind.
Liar.
Heartbreaker.
Liar.
Life Ruiner.
Liar.
Suicide Influencer.
You destroyed me.
And here I am still reading your life in poetry.
Still hearing what you have to say.
Still...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2012 9:07pm
24th Mar 2012 9:07pm
Birthday Wishes
Then
I wanted a friend.
Someone to understand.
Someone to be there.
Someone to care.
I wish.
I wish.
And there You were.
A wish came true.
A friend.
Someone.
Something.
That I would always have.
You weren't something to borrow.
Something to lend.
You weren't going to break off, or bend.
You were there.
And you were my best friend.
Now:
I wanted love.
Something that you wouldn't give.
You were my best friend.
And now my girlfriend.
I promised you...
I wanted a friend.
Someone to understand.
Someone to be there.
Someone to care.
I wish.
I wish.
And there You were.
A wish came true.
A friend.
Someone.
Something.
That I would always have.
You weren't something to borrow.
Something to lend.
You weren't going to break off, or bend.
You were there.
And you were my best friend.
Now:
I wanted love.
Something that you wouldn't give.
You were my best friend.
And now my girlfriend.
I promised you...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Mar 2012 8:57pm
24th Mar 2012 8:57pm
The Truth about the Lies: The Knowing
"Why can't you just let it go? I mean, I know she deserve it but still-- She doesn't mean anything anymore..."
His words burn my ears from the otherside of the phone.
But I know that he is right.
Why do I obsess over proving her wrong?
Why do I need to know the truth?
The truth behind her lies?
Because I believed everyone of them.
Everytime she cried, I held her tight.
Believing that these tears were the product of some guy.
Some guy that hurt her.
Some guy that raped her.
Some guy that hit her.
Some guy. . .
That broke...
His words burn my ears from the otherside of the phone.
But I know that he is right.
Why do I obsess over proving her wrong?
Why do I need to know the truth?
The truth behind her lies?
Because I believed everyone of them.
Everytime she cried, I held her tight.
Believing that these tears were the product of some guy.
Some guy that hurt her.
Some guy that raped her.
Some guy that hit her.
Some guy. . .
That broke...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2012 10:14am
23rd Mar 2012 10:14am
The Truth about the Lies: The Rape
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2012 8:17am
23rd Mar 2012 8:17am
Let The Games Begin (Hunger Games Inspired)
I hear my heart beating inside of my chest.
Like a mockingjay's wings.
Sweat slides down the back of my neck.
I crouch down lower in the brush.
It was only a matter of time, before the Careers find me.
It's only a matter of time before they kill me off.
No-- I can do this.
I promised them I'd make it.
I had to make it.
"May the odds ever be in your favor!"
The words pound in my ears,
As I try my best to keep my breathing shallow.
Shallow and even.
Someone's coming.
I can hear their boots cruching over the leaves...
Like a mockingjay's wings.
Sweat slides down the back of my neck.
I crouch down lower in the brush.
It was only a matter of time, before the Careers find me.
It's only a matter of time before they kill me off.
No-- I can do this.
I promised them I'd make it.
I had to make it.
"May the odds ever be in your favor!"
The words pound in my ears,
As I try my best to keep my breathing shallow.
Shallow and even.
Someone's coming.
I can hear their boots cruching over the leaves...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2012 3:30pm
21st Mar 2012 3:30pm
Day 49 (Pint-Sized Poem #19)
I listen to the thought.
The idea of cutting again.
I listen to the idea.
And nothing happens.
The want has disappeared.
No matter what anyone says.
I don't want it.
I don't need it.
I'm not done with my recovery.
I'm still in my own little made-up rehab.
Working to the goal of being cured.
A cure?
Is that possible?
The idea seems almost unreachable.
But I can, and so I shall.
I shall be cured.
The answer to my misguided, broken sanity.
The rememdy to my scarred up arms.
His...
The idea of cutting again.
I listen to the idea.
And nothing happens.
The want has disappeared.
No matter what anyone says.
I don't want it.
I don't need it.
I'm not done with my recovery.
I'm still in my own little made-up rehab.
Working to the goal of being cured.
A cure?
Is that possible?
The idea seems almost unreachable.
But I can, and so I shall.
I shall be cured.
The answer to my misguided, broken sanity.
The rememdy to my scarred up arms.
His...
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Mar 2012 00:16am
21st Mar 2012 00:16am
Envy
What is that?
A love poem.
A happy poem.
For her?
Never wrote one for me.
Oh right.
You actually care about her.
I was just a passing trend.
A fad.
Nothing now.
Was probably nothing than.
Couldn't help.
Couldn't be normal to save your life.
Couldn't die when the timing was right.
Sorry...
I guess I never was worth anything.
Your time.
Your mind.
Your heart...
Because while I poured out my heart & soul to you.
You never once wrote something kind hearted about me.
You said it was because you couldn't...
A love poem.
A happy poem.
For her?
Never wrote one for me.
Oh right.
You actually care about her.
I was just a passing trend.
A fad.
Nothing now.
Was probably nothing than.
Couldn't help.
Couldn't be normal to save your life.
Couldn't die when the timing was right.
Sorry...
I guess I never was worth anything.
Your time.
Your mind.
Your heart...
Because while I poured out my heart & soul to you.
You never once wrote something kind hearted about me.
You said it was because you couldn't...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Mar 2012 3:27pm
19th Mar 2012 3:27pm
Inside The Bell Jar
It's like a switch, almost like a light.
Turning from off to on.
Dark to bright.
The light dims, flickers and goes out.
The manic is replaced by the depressed.
And I can feel it, hanging...
over my head like a descending rain cloud
of a dark and evil storm that's brewing in the distance.
I cover my head to protect from the glass shards
that fall and pierce my skin.
Making me scream out, seeing my blood covered marble skin.
Dripping and draining,
chest pains gripping my heart
as I shiver and shake.
Thoughts of...
Turning from off to on.
Dark to bright.
The light dims, flickers and goes out.
The manic is replaced by the depressed.
And I can feel it, hanging...
over my head like a descending rain cloud
of a dark and evil storm that's brewing in the distance.
I cover my head to protect from the glass shards
that fall and pierce my skin.
Making me scream out, seeing my blood covered marble skin.
Dripping and draining,
chest pains gripping my heart
as I shiver and shake.
Thoughts of...
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