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
6th May 2015 7:45pm
6th May 2015 7:45pm
Where I Hide
Stretched over my bones
a flexible organ that leaves
my impression on the world.
The way I look.
The way I touch.
The way it holds me together.
The way it breaks when the razor
kisses it gently, spreading
bright red bite marks
over pale asphalt and marble.
It stretched for my son to grow.
Keeping him safe when my body was his home.
In my scars it tells the story of my life.
Every broken heart
Every shattered fracture of my mind.
Written in the pores.
In the cells.
In the fibers.
In the thread-like lines....
a flexible organ that leaves
my impression on the world.
The way I look.
The way I touch.
The way it holds me together.
The way it breaks when the razor
kisses it gently, spreading
bright red bite marks
over pale asphalt and marble.
It stretched for my son to grow.
Keeping him safe when my body was his home.
In my scars it tells the story of my life.
Every broken heart
Every shattered fracture of my mind.
Written in the pores.
In the cells.
In the fibers.
In the thread-like lines....
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DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2015 3:28am
6th May 2015 3:28am
The Haunting of a Stranger's Disappointment
I owe nothing to you.
Random stranger.
But still I feel sorry,
Sorry that I couldn't help you.
But you see I have this problem
inside of my head.
It makes me freeze, stutter and
sometimes wish I was dead.
So I can't be your crazy girl
because I'm already one.
The girl with the memories that'll never go away.
The girl with the memories that are stuck in her head.
Stuck in the dark with the monsters.
I can't be your crazy girl.
But I've already been casted as one.
So let me just get my books.
And please be on my...
Random stranger.
But still I feel sorry,
Sorry that I couldn't help you.
But you see I have this problem
inside of my head.
It makes me freeze, stutter and
sometimes wish I was dead.
So I can't be your crazy girl
because I'm already one.
The girl with the memories that'll never go away.
The girl with the memories that are stuck in her head.
Stuck in the dark with the monsters.
I can't be your crazy girl.
But I've already been casted as one.
So let me just get my books.
And please be on my...
743 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2015 3:14am
6th May 2015 3:14am
"Dark Blue Curtains"
dark blue curtains
blocking out the light
keeping in the heat
faded memories hanging
from my windows
where white ones use
to hang, embroidered in
flowers an as thin
as wedding silk
pretty white curtains
blocked out by depression
of supressed winter
days
Those dark blue curtains.
How I wish they'd melt away.
- v. b.
blocking out the light
keeping in the heat
faded memories hanging
from my windows
where white ones use
to hang, embroidered in
flowers an as thin
as wedding silk
pretty white curtains
blocked out by depression
of supressed winter
days
Those dark blue curtains.
How I wish they'd melt away.
- v. b.
729 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Dec 2014 3:19am
24th Dec 2014 3:19am
Sad
Why is is when you ask for happy?
All anyone know how to give you is. . .
sorrow
sadness
depression
woe
misery
all alone
Why is it when I ask for happy?
To remember the good times you had.
All anyone knows how to remember.
is the memories that make me really depressed.
And when I'm reading those memories,
thoughts, stories all fashioned into the style of poetry.
It just makes makes me feel so bad.
And then it gets me so fucking mad.
No one listens anymore!
...
All anyone know how to give you is. . .
sorrow
sadness
depression
woe
misery
all alone
Why is it when I ask for happy?
To remember the good times you had.
All anyone knows how to remember.
is the memories that make me really depressed.
And when I'm reading those memories,
thoughts, stories all fashioned into the style of poetry.
It just makes makes me feel so bad.
And then it gets me so fucking mad.
No one listens anymore!
...
635 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2014 2:45am
22nd Dec 2014 2:45am
Feeling (Pint-Sized Poem #45)
Do you ever get that feeling?
That you just can't find the words to describe.
And no matter how you try.
You just can't get that feeling down.
But you'll just keep trying, writing & searching.
Until the words for that feeling are
f o u n d.
That you just can't find the words to describe.
And no matter how you try.
You just can't get that feeling down.
But you'll just keep trying, writing & searching.
Until the words for that feeling are
f o u n d.
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Dec 2014 5:23am
21st Dec 2014 5:23am
"Coffee Shop Stranger"
Making me smile.
Making me blush.
It’s the coffee. . .
That’s what I tell myself.
It’s too hot, that’s all.
I glance up and--
You’re already looking at me.
Our eyes lock.
My heart is pounding, in my chest.
I want to melt into the floor.
Wave a wand and disappear.
You’re just a coffee shop stranger.
With piercing eyes.
I never met you before.
But I feel like I know you.
Coffee shop stranger.
Your cheshire cat grin.
I waved at you.
And you waved back at me.
Coffee shop stranger.
I don’t know what this means.
I’m...
Making me blush.
It’s the coffee. . .
That’s what I tell myself.
It’s too hot, that’s all.
I glance up and--
You’re already looking at me.
Our eyes lock.
My heart is pounding, in my chest.
I want to melt into the floor.
Wave a wand and disappear.
You’re just a coffee shop stranger.
With piercing eyes.
I never met you before.
But I feel like I know you.
Coffee shop stranger.
Your cheshire cat grin.
I waved at you.
And you waved back at me.
Coffee shop stranger.
I don’t know what this means.
I’m...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Dec 2014 3:09am
21st Dec 2014 3:09am
(Weird) People
The family gets out of the car.
Mother wearing a biker jacket.
Husband, or older son?
Younger daughter wrapped in a giraffe print snuggie.
And a little son trailing behind.
What did I just see?
Family of four gets out next to me.
Hipster husband.
Grouchy looking wife.
Hyper son, goes wrong way--
Turns, then follows his parents.
Twin daughters.
One with short hair.
One with long hair.
Both wearing the same colored jackets.
So much for being your own person.
I would never do that if I had twins. ...
Mother wearing a biker jacket.
Husband, or older son?
Younger daughter wrapped in a giraffe print snuggie.
And a little son trailing behind.
What did I just see?
Family of four gets out next to me.
Hipster husband.
Grouchy looking wife.
Hyper son, goes wrong way--
Turns, then follows his parents.
Twin daughters.
One with short hair.
One with long hair.
Both wearing the same colored jackets.
So much for being your own person.
I would never do that if I had twins. ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Dec 2014 12:25pm
19th Dec 2014 12:25pm
This Love
This love was going under.
This love almost ended.
between you & me. . .
Our arguements--
Our tears--
Our scars--
Venomous words.
Being flung back & forth.
between you & me. . .
Constantly yelling at me.
Constantly walking out on each other.
You leaving me.
Me telling you to go.
We pushed each other away.
We pushed each other to our limits.
Making the other chose--
What we love?
Or who we love?
You ignored me.
My passion started to control our life.
I...
This love almost ended.
between you & me. . .
Our arguements--
Our tears--
Our scars--
Venomous words.
Being flung back & forth.
between you & me. . .
Constantly yelling at me.
Constantly walking out on each other.
You leaving me.
Me telling you to go.
We pushed each other away.
We pushed each other to our limits.
Making the other chose--
What we love?
Or who we love?
You ignored me.
My passion started to control our life.
I...
1120 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2014 11:14pm
15th Dec 2014 11:14pm
A Bitter Grace
I am a bitter grace.
A walking contradiction in myself.
n e u r o t i c
My insanity is what makes me perfectly sane.
My gracious nature, my polite attributes.
I always say please and thank you.
I mind all my P's and Q's.
On the surface, I am quiet and sweet.
I am intelligent.
I am perfectly sane.
I read books and write poems.
There is nothing wrong with me.
But silently deep in my mind.
I am more bitter than the taste of poison.
The truth being I can't stand people.
I hate...
A walking contradiction in myself.
n e u r o t i c
My insanity is what makes me perfectly sane.
My gracious nature, my polite attributes.
I always say please and thank you.
I mind all my P's and Q's.
On the surface, I am quiet and sweet.
I am intelligent.
I am perfectly sane.
I read books and write poems.
There is nothing wrong with me.
But silently deep in my mind.
I am more bitter than the taste of poison.
The truth being I can't stand people.
I hate...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2014 4:49am
15th Dec 2014 4:49am
Words & Other Things I Love
Ever since I was a small child, it had been my dream to read.
And when I learned to write, I made each letter perfect.
carefully
I loved the sound of certain words.
As much as I loved the sound of tap shoes on a tiled floor.
Or a horse's hooves on a cobbled stone road.
The opening chords to my favorite songs.
The smell of rain on an autumn day.
The way the first lick of an ice cream cone tastes.
My journal is filled with poetry.
Thoughts, emotions, lists,
letters, unfinished chapters & journal entries.
I like...
And when I learned to write, I made each letter perfect.
carefully
I loved the sound of certain words.
As much as I loved the sound of tap shoes on a tiled floor.
Or a horse's hooves on a cobbled stone road.
The opening chords to my favorite songs.
The smell of rain on an autumn day.
The way the first lick of an ice cream cone tastes.
My journal is filled with poetry.
Thoughts, emotions, lists,
letters, unfinished chapters & journal entries.
I like...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#reading #LifeAsAWriter
#reading #LifeAsAWriter
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2014 10:56pm
14th Dec 2014 10:56pm
Poet
What kind of poet am I?
Not a Poe.
Not a Cummings.
Not a Silverstein.
No, not I.
I've been compared to a Plath, Parker and Dickenson.
But still, I am not like those poets.
My writing style is never the same.
I don't write about things, I write about experiences.
I write about my life, my feelings.
These words are blunt, close to the surface.
My emotions are always shown.
Combining prose with journal entries.
Fashioning them into stanzas with fancy little titles.
p o e t r y
That's what I call...
Not a Poe.
Not a Cummings.
Not a Silverstein.
No, not I.
I've been compared to a Plath, Parker and Dickenson.
But still, I am not like those poets.
My writing style is never the same.
I don't write about things, I write about experiences.
I write about my life, my feelings.
These words are blunt, close to the surface.
My emotions are always shown.
Combining prose with journal entries.
Fashioning them into stanzas with fancy little titles.
p o e t r y
That's what I call...
817 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2014 8:48pm
14th Dec 2014 8:48pm
The Difference Between You & Me
Your life stands frozen, anchored in place.
My life moves forward, step by step.
You are stuck in a black and white, faded moment.
I'm living in screaming color, constant motion.
Your life is dead.
Mine is still breathing.
You are still here, waiting and doing what you're told.
I'm leaving, moving on, nobody's grasp on me can hold.
You are a child playing dress-up in an adult world.
I have matured with a child's heart as I've learned to grow.
You do not know how to love, you fall in & out of it too easily.
I am a romantic, falling in love with...
My life moves forward, step by step.
You are stuck in a black and white, faded moment.
I'm living in screaming color, constant motion.
Your life is dead.
Mine is still breathing.
You are still here, waiting and doing what you're told.
I'm leaving, moving on, nobody's grasp on me can hold.
You are a child playing dress-up in an adult world.
I have matured with a child's heart as I've learned to grow.
You do not know how to love, you fall in & out of it too easily.
I am a romantic, falling in love with...
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