Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Mar 2012 3:32am
19th Mar 2012 3:32am
A Lady's Choice
Alone.
Inside the room.
Heat making the walls melt.
The need to want.
To feeling of being wanted.
Makes me let everything go.
I fall back onto the bed,
underneath of his weight.
Blushing as his mouth brush over my neck,
my cheeks, my mouth.
Kissing away every breath in my chest.
Clothes stripped off,
as if shedding an unwanted skin.
So that I may be embrace
And embrace,
under tenderness
and love.
I feel pressure building,
inside...
inside...
inside...
inside of... ...
Inside the room.
Heat making the walls melt.
The need to want.
To feeling of being wanted.
Makes me let everything go.
I fall back onto the bed,
underneath of his weight.
Blushing as his mouth brush over my neck,
my cheeks, my mouth.
Kissing away every breath in my chest.
Clothes stripped off,
as if shedding an unwanted skin.
So that I may be embrace
And embrace,
under tenderness
and love.
I feel pressure building,
inside...
inside...
inside...
inside of... ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 6:18am
16th Mar 2012 6:18am
Poetry (Pint-Sized Poem #18)
Words bleeding...
Mind racing...
Thoughts tracing...
Heart beating...
Emotions and thought, fly across my mind.
Thinking of truths to say,to justify my lies.
Remembering stories to tell, that are hidden deep in my mind.
Thinking of people that I want to tell, a message or a lesson to through my words...
My illusions, my metaphors, my similies and my imagery...
These are my thoughts, they are the paints.
My fingertips are the brush, the world is my canvas.
And poetry isn't just a form of art, it's a form of...
Mind racing...
Thoughts tracing...
Heart beating...
Emotions and thought, fly across my mind.
Thinking of truths to say,to justify my lies.
Remembering stories to tell, that are hidden deep in my mind.
Thinking of people that I want to tell, a message or a lesson to through my words...
My illusions, my metaphors, my similies and my imagery...
These are my thoughts, they are the paints.
My fingertips are the brush, the world is my canvas.
And poetry isn't just a form of art, it's a form of...
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Mar 2012 5:58am
16th Mar 2012 5:58am
What If. . .
What if. . .
I was the girl that did all
the right wrongs?
What would that make me?
What if. . .
I was the tired insomniac?
Does that make me a liar,
or a hypocrite?
What if. . .
I was too tired to fall asleep?
Would that make sense?
What if. . .
I loved someone that hated me?
Or hated someone that loved me?
What if. . .
I lived to die,
but would die to live.
What if. . .
I was a picture with a broken frame,
would you still look at me
the way you did...
I was the girl that did all
the right wrongs?
What would that make me?
What if. . .
I was the tired insomniac?
Does that make me a liar,
or a hypocrite?
What if. . .
I was too tired to fall asleep?
Would that make sense?
What if. . .
I loved someone that hated me?
Or hated someone that loved me?
What if. . .
I lived to die,
but would die to live.
What if. . .
I was a picture with a broken frame,
would you still look at me
the way you did...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2012 10:51pm
14th Mar 2012 10:51pm
Thank You
Thank you.
Old friend.
Past love.
Ole' chap.
Old pal.
Thank you.
For your words.
Each hit the right string of my heart.
And made the tears start to fall.
Thank you for the poem.
The letter.
The year and three months.
The two years I was your friend.
Thank you for everything.
Showing me how to love.
Thank you for all that you did and didn't give.
You helped me grow.
As a writer.
As a person.
As a soul.
Thank you for helping me,
finally let you go.
I feel relief.
I hope you read this,...
Old friend.
Past love.
Ole' chap.
Old pal.
Thank you.
For your words.
Each hit the right string of my heart.
And made the tears start to fall.
Thank you for the poem.
The letter.
The year and three months.
The two years I was your friend.
Thank you for everything.
Showing me how to love.
Thank you for all that you did and didn't give.
You helped me grow.
As a writer.
As a person.
As a soul.
Thank you for helping me,
finally let you go.
I feel relief.
I hope you read this,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Mar 2012 6:13am
14th Mar 2012 6:13am
Who Are You (Anymore)?
Who are you anymore?
I use to know you,
not on this site
but in person.
I dated you.
Loved you.
Was your friend.
But when I read your poems.
It's like you're a stranger.
Some anonymous writer.
I feel so sick reading your words.
But at the same time,
I can't stop reading them.
I need to read your poems.
Watching your life unfold,
like a new flower's petals in the spring.
I needed to watch your life in words,
like I use to watch you sleep.
I need to feel you forget me,
like I use to feel you breathe. ...
I use to know you,
not on this site
but in person.
I dated you.
Loved you.
Was your friend.
But when I read your poems.
It's like you're a stranger.
Some anonymous writer.
I feel so sick reading your words.
But at the same time,
I can't stop reading them.
I need to read your poems.
Watching your life unfold,
like a new flower's petals in the spring.
I needed to watch your life in words,
like I use to watch you sleep.
I need to feel you forget me,
like I use to feel you breathe. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2012 5:27am
13th Mar 2012 5:27am
O Mistress Mine
Oh Mistress Mine.
Where are you going?
Your true love is coming...
He is leaving it all behind,
to find you anew somewhere in time.
Oh Mistress Mine.
Where have you been roaming?
Your true love is comeing...
Please still be waiting for him.
For he has left everything behind,
to be with you somewhere time.
Oh Mistress Mine.
Why are you going?
Your true love is searching...
For you in the night,
he left his wife and family behind.
Are saying that you left,
that he ran out of time?
Oh...
Where are you going?
Your true love is coming...
He is leaving it all behind,
to find you anew somewhere in time.
Oh Mistress Mine.
Where have you been roaming?
Your true love is comeing...
Please still be waiting for him.
For he has left everything behind,
to be with you somewhere time.
Oh Mistress Mine.
Why are you going?
Your true love is searching...
For you in the night,
he left his wife and family behind.
Are saying that you left,
that he ran out of time?
Oh...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2012 9:03am
12th Mar 2012 9:03am
Careful With Words (Pint-Sized Poem #17)
Pardon me,
I have nothing to say.
Well I do,
I just don't know how
to say it.
I have nothing to say.
Well I do,
I just don't know how
to say it.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2012 1:37am
11th Mar 2012 1:37am
"To Be or Not To Be?"
To die or to live?
To sleep or to stay awake?
To love or live alone?
This is really the question.
Pondering the right and wrong.
Instead of seeing what is really there.
Hamlet stands preaching to the audience;
"To be or not to be: That is the question. . ."
The answer?
That is for you to choose.
Look at the life that Hamlet doth live.
Looking for answers.
And seeing the world only one way.
Seeing his mother as something wrong,
disrespecting women instead of seeing who they are.
All of them are...
To sleep or to stay awake?
To love or live alone?
This is really the question.
Pondering the right and wrong.
Instead of seeing what is really there.
Hamlet stands preaching to the audience;
"To be or not to be: That is the question. . ."
The answer?
That is for you to choose.
Look at the life that Hamlet doth live.
Looking for answers.
And seeing the world only one way.
Seeing his mother as something wrong,
disrespecting women instead of seeing who they are.
All of them are...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2012 9:18am
10th Mar 2012 9:18am
A Pictureless Space
The times you remember you have nothing when you are in a room that is not yours but is supplied to you by the goverment. When you do not have the freedom to put pictures on the wall. When you must stare at the bare white walls of a hotel room, with it's ugly brown and tanish colored curtains, it's sickingly white lampes that pertrude from the walls. The television that only has a certain amount of channels. The only pictures hanging on the walls are pictures of flowers, pretty irises white painted in water color style. Small room with four walls, a door that was broken for the longest time,...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2012 8:55am
10th Mar 2012 8:55am
The Lonely
3:42am
There is fine line between not wanting to sleep.
And not being able to sleep.
And I am living proof of that very fine line.
I am that fine line.
I love sleep.
It gives me a break.
Helps me past the time.
But there is my problem...
When no one is around,
I sleep during the day.
So when no one is around at night.
I am alone.
The ghosts dance around me,
in a fun game in who gets to scare me the most.
The cat stares at me, wondering why I'm not asleep--
Like most humans.
It isn't the insonmia...
There is fine line between not wanting to sleep.
And not being able to sleep.
And I am living proof of that very fine line.
I am that fine line.
I love sleep.
It gives me a break.
Helps me past the time.
But there is my problem...
When no one is around,
I sleep during the day.
So when no one is around at night.
I am alone.
The ghosts dance around me,
in a fun game in who gets to scare me the most.
The cat stares at me, wondering why I'm not asleep--
Like most humans.
It isn't the insonmia...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2012 9:37am
9th Mar 2012 9:37am
For The Love Of A Daughter
I am five years old.
Tears streaming down my face.
Where was daddy tonight?
Upstairs drinking, and smoking pot.
What's happening now?
He's getting wrestled to the ground by the cops.
Mommy told me to go in my room.
Where I cry for my father.
The dad that I wish I had.
The man that is small and brittle and has a mustache.
Where is my daddy?
He said he would change. . .
Just because he said it.
Didn't meant that he meant it.
I am eleven years old.
And my mom and I are visiting a family friend.
Mom hands me...
Tears streaming down my face.
Where was daddy tonight?
Upstairs drinking, and smoking pot.
What's happening now?
He's getting wrestled to the ground by the cops.
Mommy told me to go in my room.
Where I cry for my father.
The dad that I wish I had.
The man that is small and brittle and has a mustache.
Where is my daddy?
He said he would change. . .
Just because he said it.
Didn't meant that he meant it.
I am eleven years old.
And my mom and I are visiting a family friend.
Mom hands me...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Mar 2012 8:52am
9th Mar 2012 8:52am
Forevermore (Nevermore)
Where have I been?
What have I seen?
These missing days before my death--
Oh, please tell me what they mean.
A marriage there was to be.
An editor I would become.
A promise to stay sober I planned to keep.
Or was I not so strong?
Did I stumble into the pub,
drinking myself to my grave.
No-- I promised I would stop.
And even I do abide by the rules someone sets,
especially if that someone is my love.
Where is the raven that haunted my dreams?
And does the pendulum still swing?
Promises of forever have been made.
I...
What have I seen?
These missing days before my death--
Oh, please tell me what they mean.
A marriage there was to be.
An editor I would become.
A promise to stay sober I planned to keep.
Or was I not so strong?
Did I stumble into the pub,
drinking myself to my grave.
No-- I promised I would stop.
And even I do abide by the rules someone sets,
especially if that someone is my love.
Where is the raven that haunted my dreams?
And does the pendulum still swing?
Promises of forever have been made.
I...
#memorial
#EdgarAllanPoe
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