Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
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Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2012 5:20am
6th Mar 2012 5:20am
Be Good To Her
Hey, you--
I know you have her now.
Well what can I say?
You won her?
Okay not really.
Just take care of her.
I did my best.
Tried to help.
Turns out I needed help myself.
I'm not a bad person.
Maybe you think that I am.
Maybe I think that I am.
But I know that I'm not.
I can't do something wrong,
without eventually making it right.
I still love her.
That will never change I guess.
I know that she did break me.
And in the end she was not mine.
And I was not her's.
I know I've said some...
I know you have her now.
Well what can I say?
You won her?
Okay not really.
Just take care of her.
I did my best.
Tried to help.
Turns out I needed help myself.
I'm not a bad person.
Maybe you think that I am.
Maybe I think that I am.
But I know that I'm not.
I can't do something wrong,
without eventually making it right.
I still love her.
That will never change I guess.
I know that she did break me.
And in the end she was not mine.
And I was not her's.
I know I've said some...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 6:42am
5th Mar 2012 6:42am
Nothing But A Memory (Day 33)
Old scars barely visible.
Not that I want them to heal,
at least not completely.
I want the memory of them.
The memory of who I was.
The girl that I have been.
Who I plan to never be again.
But I also do not want to forget.
These scars are not scarlet letters.
They are not marks of shame.
They are my past sprinkled out on my arms,
a mini story to the past of my life.
The life I've tried sharing.
With anyone willing to listen.
The girl that I have been,
and the transformation into
the girl that I have become.
33 days, no...
Not that I want them to heal,
at least not completely.
I want the memory of them.
The memory of who I was.
The girl that I have been.
Who I plan to never be again.
But I also do not want to forget.
These scars are not scarlet letters.
They are not marks of shame.
They are my past sprinkled out on my arms,
a mini story to the past of my life.
The life I've tried sharing.
With anyone willing to listen.
The girl that I have been,
and the transformation into
the girl that I have become.
33 days, no...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2012 10:21pm
3rd Mar 2012 10:21pm
Rebirth (Pint-Sized Poem #16)
Fading-- Refocusing.
Closing, then opening.
Dying, so I may be reborn.
Closing, then opening.
Dying, so I may be reborn.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2012 10:21am
3rd Mar 2012 10:21am
Day 31 (Pint-Sized Poem #15)
No more razors.
Haven't let it cross my mind.
Though I am not cured.
This is a start.
I am gradually remembering...
Remembering how to stand,
stand on my own two feet.
Remembering how to breathe,
in and out.
in and out.
I can do this.
One step at a time.
I'm learning to walk all over again.
I am a newborn child.
I have to learn to crawl before I can walk.
He pulls me up onto my feet and
helps me stand.
He's letting me pace myself.
And that's all I ask.
Let me take my time....
Haven't let it cross my mind.
Though I am not cured.
This is a start.
I am gradually remembering...
Remembering how to stand,
stand on my own two feet.
Remembering how to breathe,
in and out.
in and out.
I can do this.
One step at a time.
I'm learning to walk all over again.
I am a newborn child.
I have to learn to crawl before I can walk.
He pulls me up onto my feet and
helps me stand.
He's letting me pace myself.
And that's all I ask.
Let me take my time....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 9:44am
2nd Mar 2012 9:44am
The Need to Protect (Pint-Sized Poem #14)
Like a mother hen.
The need kicks in,
when someone,
or anyone
that I love
or care about is
in danger.
That's why I fled
class when She tried
to die.
That's why I ran for my
life when he broke
down in the hallway.
That's why I will call
my best friend in the dead
of night to make sure. . .
Just, make sure
she's alright.
Threats from people.
People I knew,
but didn't know.
I need to stay calm.
I can help if I really
want to.
I can save them both,
from these...
The need kicks in,
when someone,
or anyone
that I love
or care about is
in danger.
That's why I fled
class when She tried
to die.
That's why I ran for my
life when he broke
down in the hallway.
That's why I will call
my best friend in the dead
of night to make sure. . .
Just, make sure
she's alright.
Threats from people.
People I knew,
but didn't know.
I need to stay calm.
I can help if I really
want to.
I can save them both,
from these...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 6:51am
1st Mar 2012 6:51am
Side Effects
Blotchy spots appear on my face.
Itch, scratch.
Itch, scratch.
These damn pills were suppose to help me.
Not make me worse.
Fever rising.
Face flushing,
and it's not because I'm simply blushing.
Damn side effects.
Damn allergic reaction.
More medicine I'm allergic too...
Great, just what I need.
Now what?
My shoulder twitching.
The muscle is spasming.
The blisters on my face burn.
And the fever sends chills up my spine.
I had a little pain before.
Now I'm more sick than I was
before I...
Itch, scratch.
Itch, scratch.
These damn pills were suppose to help me.
Not make me worse.
Fever rising.
Face flushing,
and it's not because I'm simply blushing.
Damn side effects.
Damn allergic reaction.
More medicine I'm allergic too...
Great, just what I need.
Now what?
My shoulder twitching.
The muscle is spasming.
The blisters on my face burn.
And the fever sends chills up my spine.
I had a little pain before.
Now I'm more sick than I was
before I...
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DARK POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 2:25pm
29th Feb 2012 2:25pm
The Bride
Dressed in a gown of white,
veil hung over her face.
Blood dripping down on side of her face.
Face, arm and side. . . destroyed.
She stands in front of the door,
follows me down hallways.
Sings me lullabys so that I cannot sleep.
Corrupts my dreams.
I've seen her in the corner,
reading my books.
Humming her songs.
Crying for her sorrows.
She is unpredictable.
But she is not a danger.
She is dead.
But not evil.
A wandering ghost not ready to pass on.
Not a demon or an evil spirit that wants to cause me harm. ...
veil hung over her face.
Blood dripping down on side of her face.
Face, arm and side. . . destroyed.
She stands in front of the door,
follows me down hallways.
Sings me lullabys so that I cannot sleep.
Corrupts my dreams.
I've seen her in the corner,
reading my books.
Humming her songs.
Crying for her sorrows.
She is unpredictable.
But she is not a danger.
She is dead.
But not evil.
A wandering ghost not ready to pass on.
Not a demon or an evil spirit that wants to cause me harm. ...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
29th Feb 2012 2:21pm
29th Feb 2012 2:21pm
Just Faraway
Verse 1:
It always amazed me that people don't stay in one place anymore.
Never thought that came with a price to pay
But I never really had a choice to make.
Chorus:
And it would just brighten my day.
If your face would appear at my door.
But I know you're just faraway.
Yeah, you're just faraway.
Verse 2:
I go to visit you.
But I feel like a stranger there too.
You make and break promises in the same day.
Now there's no where I belong.
Because the places I've been placed in, seem to both fit me wrong.
...
It always amazed me that people don't stay in one place anymore.
Never thought that came with a price to pay
But I never really had a choice to make.
Chorus:
And it would just brighten my day.
If your face would appear at my door.
But I know you're just faraway.
Yeah, you're just faraway.
Verse 2:
I go to visit you.
But I feel like a stranger there too.
You make and break promises in the same day.
Now there's no where I belong.
Because the places I've been placed in, seem to both fit me wrong.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Feb 2012 2:35am
29th Feb 2012 2:35am
Withdrawl from the Blade (Pint-Sized Poem #13)
Blood pounding in my ears.
Thoughts racing in my mind.
I need to cut. . .
Promises would be broken,
with just one slice.
Everything that I was working for what be. . .
Gone.
In an instant, as if it never existed.
Hands shaking--
Wrists itching--
Body aching--
I need that fix.
I need the blade.
Dragging across my wrists.
Leaving trails of crimson in it's path.
Panic sets in.
Losing focus.
Eyes close.
Nothingness.
Wake up.
All is calm.
No harm...
Thoughts racing in my mind.
I need to cut. . .
Promises would be broken,
with just one slice.
Everything that I was working for what be. . .
Gone.
In an instant, as if it never existed.
Hands shaking--
Wrists itching--
Body aching--
I need that fix.
I need the blade.
Dragging across my wrists.
Leaving trails of crimson in it's path.
Panic sets in.
Losing focus.
Eyes close.
Nothingness.
Wake up.
All is calm.
No harm...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2012 7:48am
28th Feb 2012 7:48am
Day 27
27 Days?
Has it really been that long since I've lifted the blade?
It feels like it's been longer.
And those very rare times when I wanted so badly to watch my blood pour, I held back.
I held back the pain, the urge, the drive to cut myself.
Like a alcoholic or a drug addict,
I've gone throw withdrawl.
I shake.
I twitch.
I bite my lip.
I hit my my fist into my hand.
I cry.
I yell.
I do anything to stop me from cutting myself.
I think about the blood.
How beautiful it was when it would run down my arms.
I...
Has it really been that long since I've lifted the blade?
It feels like it's been longer.
And those very rare times when I wanted so badly to watch my blood pour, I held back.
I held back the pain, the urge, the drive to cut myself.
Like a alcoholic or a drug addict,
I've gone throw withdrawl.
I shake.
I twitch.
I bite my lip.
I hit my my fist into my hand.
I cry.
I yell.
I do anything to stop me from cutting myself.
I think about the blood.
How beautiful it was when it would run down my arms.
I...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Feb 2012 3:36am
26th Feb 2012 3:36am
Freak! (Pint-Sized Poem #12)
A thought in my mind.
Simple and clean.
But when warped on such short notice,
it becomes something wrong and mean.
Darkness wraps around it and I cannot move.
Cannot do anything,
especially what I am told.
I feel broken.
And I start to shake.
Denying help and understanding.
Breaking. . .
Breaking. . .
Breaking. . .
SNAP!
B. . .rO. . .k. . .E
And then I start to cry.
Because I don't know what to make of myself.
What to make of the things I can do
And the things that I can't.
Can't...
Simple and clean.
But when warped on such short notice,
it becomes something wrong and mean.
Darkness wraps around it and I cannot move.
Cannot do anything,
especially what I am told.
I feel broken.
And I start to shake.
Denying help and understanding.
Breaking. . .
Breaking. . .
Breaking. . .
SNAP!
B. . .rO. . .k. . .E
And then I start to cry.
Because I don't know what to make of myself.
What to make of the things I can do
And the things that I can't.
Can't...
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