Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2012 9:15am
23rd Feb 2012 9:15am
Day 22
I haven't picked up a blade or a knife in 22 days.
I haven't thought about making fresh new cuts,
but instead watched the old ones heal.
I haven't thought about slamming my body into the wall.
Or punching myself in the face.
Hitting myself.
Or hurting myself in any way.
I have been good to myself.
I have been writing two books.
One by myself and one with my love.
My life has been filled with reading, writing and music.
My boyfriend loves me,
and he cried when he realized I was really going to do this.
I was really going to...
I haven't thought about making fresh new cuts,
but instead watched the old ones heal.
I haven't thought about slamming my body into the wall.
Or punching myself in the face.
Hitting myself.
Or hurting myself in any way.
I have been good to myself.
I have been writing two books.
One by myself and one with my love.
My life has been filled with reading, writing and music.
My boyfriend loves me,
and he cried when he realized I was really going to do this.
I was really going to...
641 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
10th Feb 2012 00:44am
10th Feb 2012 00:44am
Proud of Me (Pint-sized Poem #11)
You bring me up all the time,
just to let me down.
You fix my broken heart,
just so you know how to break it again.
You say that I can do something,
even when I say I can't.
You tell me to try.
And try. . .
And try. . .
And keep trying. . .
And when I finally do it.
Pull myself off the ground
and actually bring myself to accomplish something.
And then I tell you. . .
And you brush it off with a "Yup"
As if what I did was for nothing. . .
When all I wanted was you to be proud of me.
But I guess nothing I do...
just to let me down.
You fix my broken heart,
just so you know how to break it again.
You say that I can do something,
even when I say I can't.
You tell me to try.
And try. . .
And try. . .
And keep trying. . .
And when I finally do it.
Pull myself off the ground
and actually bring myself to accomplish something.
And then I tell you. . .
And you brush it off with a "Yup"
As if what I did was for nothing. . .
When all I wanted was you to be proud of me.
But I guess nothing I do...
681 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2012 7:00am
7th Feb 2012 7:00am
Being (Pint Sized Poem #10)
Being.
Just being.
Being alive. . .
Being free. . .
Being in love. . .
Being safe. . .
Being cared about. . .
Being happy. . .
Being confindent. . .
Being together. . .
Being brave. . .
Being loved. . .
Being smart. . .
Being me. . .
You, my love are
my only reason for
just being.
Just being.
Being alive. . .
Being free. . .
Being in love. . .
Being safe. . .
Being cared about. . .
Being happy. . .
Being confindent. . .
Being together. . .
Being brave. . .
Being loved. . .
Being smart. . .
Being me. . .
You, my love are
my only reason for
just being.
753 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2012 6:46am
4th Feb 2012 6:46am
Count Down (Pint-Sized Poem #9)
Can't help but wonder,
can't help but read,
I'm still confused by your words.
So I need to ask?
What's with the count down?
Are you expecting something?
Planning something?
Ten--
Nine--
Eight--
Seven--
Six. . .
What are you counting down to?
Is is going to go BOOM?
Will it make the evening news?
Or is this just another fantasy game you play?
Five--
Four. . .
Tick,tock
Tick,tock
Your clock is ticking.
And I'm still laughing.
Three
Two. . .
Are you done?
Tick.
Tock, ...
can't help but read,
I'm still confused by your words.
So I need to ask?
What's with the count down?
Are you expecting something?
Planning something?
Ten--
Nine--
Eight--
Seven--
Six. . .
What are you counting down to?
Is is going to go BOOM?
Will it make the evening news?
Or is this just another fantasy game you play?
Five--
Four. . .
Tick,tock
Tick,tock
Your clock is ticking.
And I'm still laughing.
Three
Two. . .
Are you done?
Tick.
Tock, ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 6:27am
1st Feb 2012 6:27am
Water into Earth (A Transition of Soul)
Burning fires of anger,
freezing ambers of sorrow,
darkening clouds of discomfort
overwhelmed my soul.
Emotions, out of control wars
inside my mind and soul.
Attracted to water, the calming
nature of the element filling
my mind and heart with the
compassionate need to cry,
wash away all my troubles and
woes.
That's why emotional people
like it when it rains.
It's makes them feel like just for
a second they are free of their pain
and they can cry and no one will
see their tears. We look...
freezing ambers of sorrow,
darkening clouds of discomfort
overwhelmed my soul.
Emotions, out of control wars
inside my mind and soul.
Attracted to water, the calming
nature of the element filling
my mind and heart with the
compassionate need to cry,
wash away all my troubles and
woes.
That's why emotional people
like it when it rains.
It's makes them feel like just for
a second they are free of their pain
and they can cry and no one will
see their tears. We look...
732 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2012 4:54am
31st Jan 2012 4:54am
The Art of Babbling
Drowning in metaphors.
Strangled by similes.
What are you saying?
Is this suppose to make sense?
Drinking in your poetic babble like sticky honey dripping from a gargling mouth of a snarling beast. Reading the words scrolled across the screen in black and white, too much figurative language that the poem has lost all meaning to it. Staring at the screen, half way through this work of art. . .
Oops-- fell asleep, your words put me to sleep faster than math class after an insomnia trip.
How's that for a metaphor?
As you hide what you're...
Strangled by similes.
What are you saying?
Is this suppose to make sense?
Drinking in your poetic babble like sticky honey dripping from a gargling mouth of a snarling beast. Reading the words scrolled across the screen in black and white, too much figurative language that the poem has lost all meaning to it. Staring at the screen, half way through this work of art. . .
Oops-- fell asleep, your words put me to sleep faster than math class after an insomnia trip.
How's that for a metaphor?
As you hide what you're...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Jan 2012 7:48am
30th Jan 2012 7:48am
The Truth (A Suicidal Rant)
Why don't you just lock her up?
I lay wide awake on this cold Janurary night wondering the same thing, wondering if maybe, you should just lock me up and forget about me. It would be better than all of this. . . All of these problems that I have been causing, I know that it isn't you-- It's obviously me, I am your problem. I'm the bad habit that you need to quit even if you are addicted to me-- Addiction can make a person sick, and you-- You're sick with love over me, obessesd and commited-- Well maybe I should be commited. Look at me? I mean, I'm tearing myself apart,
...
I lay wide awake on this cold Janurary night wondering the same thing, wondering if maybe, you should just lock me up and forget about me. It would be better than all of this. . . All of these problems that I have been causing, I know that it isn't you-- It's obviously me, I am your problem. I'm the bad habit that you need to quit even if you are addicted to me-- Addiction can make a person sick, and you-- You're sick with love over me, obessesd and commited-- Well maybe I should be commited. Look at me? I mean, I'm tearing myself apart,
...
667 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 3:13am
27th Jan 2012 3:13am
Be Happy (A Challenge For My Ex)
Alright, you win.
Be happy.
Give it a try.
I suppose you too, deserve to be happy.
I've been happy since the day you left.
So go on--
Move on--
Leave--
I'm gone--
He's better for me
Yours is better for you.
I did everything-
You did nothing-
I still got burned--
While you pretend to have problems
and act like I ruined your life.
I've been done with you-
I'm just messing around--
Because you're nothing to me.
Not an enemy.
Not a stranger.
Especially not a friend.
I'm just playing...
Be happy.
Give it a try.
I suppose you too, deserve to be happy.
I've been happy since the day you left.
So go on--
Move on--
Leave--
I'm gone--
He's better for me
Yours is better for you.
I did everything-
You did nothing-
I still got burned--
While you pretend to have problems
and act like I ruined your life.
I've been done with you-
I'm just messing around--
Because you're nothing to me.
Not an enemy.
Not a stranger.
Especially not a friend.
I'm just playing...
1035 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
26th Jan 2012 4:50am
26th Jan 2012 4:50am
Liar, Liar! (Pint-sized poem #8)
You don't try.
All you know how to do is lie.
So don't even bother.
You let them all down.
Selfish-
Self-centered-
With no shead of empathy-
You couldn't try to save your life.
Considering I did all the trying for you. . .
But none for me.
So don't lie. . .
Because you're not going to try.
All you know how to do is lie.
So don't even bother.
You let them all down.
Selfish-
Self-centered-
With no shead of empathy-
You couldn't try to save your life.
Considering I did all the trying for you. . .
But none for me.
So don't lie. . .
Because you're not going to try.
663 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2012 6:13am
22nd Jan 2012 6:13am
Catalyst
I am the catalyst of time;
built to last but easily broken.
I am the message in a bottle;
made with care but then lost at sea.
I am the transparent eyeball;
I see everything but no one sees me.
I am the weeping willow;
forever crying and never truely understood.
I am a lost dream;
a fantasy story that everyone loves but not amazing enough to be considered real.
I am my own broken heart;
I bleed out of my chest and smash out onto the ground.
I am a tattered soul;
murdered by false love, slowly being...
built to last but easily broken.
I am the message in a bottle;
made with care but then lost at sea.
I am the transparent eyeball;
I see everything but no one sees me.
I am the weeping willow;
forever crying and never truely understood.
I am a lost dream;
a fantasy story that everyone loves but not amazing enough to be considered real.
I am my own broken heart;
I bleed out of my chest and smash out onto the ground.
I am a tattered soul;
murdered by false love, slowly being...
851 reads
1 Comment
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