Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2014 2:32am
14th Dec 2014 2:32am
The Christmas Rule
For eleven out of twelve months, I have a single rule.
Do not talk about Christmas before December.
Do not fret over gifts, wrapping paper and tinsel covered trees.
It irks me enough that the Christmas trees were on display near Halloween.
It’s a single rule that I hold close to my heart.
Do not talk about Christmas until the snow starts to fall.
Until the wreaths are hung up on the doors.
Until the Christmas music is the only music that plays.
Until our days are littered by Christmas cards in the mail, hot cocoa and snow days.
Do not mention Christmas....
Do not talk about Christmas before December.
Do not fret over gifts, wrapping paper and tinsel covered trees.
It irks me enough that the Christmas trees were on display near Halloween.
It’s a single rule that I hold close to my heart.
Do not talk about Christmas until the snow starts to fall.
Until the wreaths are hung up on the doors.
Until the Christmas music is the only music that plays.
Until our days are littered by Christmas cards in the mail, hot cocoa and snow days.
Do not mention Christmas....
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Dec 2014 2:29am
14th Dec 2014 2:29am
Being In Love
A look, a single glance.
Across the room, everything stopped.
Chills run up your spine.
Time slows down.
You're the only two in the room.
A conversation, you talk.
Face-to-face, back and forth.
Stories and jokes.
Compliments and secret notes.
A walk, side by side.
Memories shared, a lifetime.
The stars come out.
You both look up.
Your shoulders brush, you blush.
Your heart flutters, a single spark.
Time passes, days turn to months.
Free time is slowly filled up.
Just you two-- No one...
Across the room, everything stopped.
Chills run up your spine.
Time slows down.
You're the only two in the room.
A conversation, you talk.
Face-to-face, back and forth.
Stories and jokes.
Compliments and secret notes.
A walk, side by side.
Memories shared, a lifetime.
The stars come out.
You both look up.
Your shoulders brush, you blush.
Your heart flutters, a single spark.
Time passes, days turn to months.
Free time is slowly filled up.
Just you two-- No one...
997 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2014 11:07pm
12th Dec 2014 11:07pm
The Writer's Bane
D a r k n e s s
It weighs down on my heart.
Dragging me down into the pits.
Where servants praise hungry Gods.
And witches sing lullabys of destruction.
I am a product of my own creation.
I built my own labyrith, each turn and twist.
Now I'm trapped inside of it, the researcher becomes the experiment.
This maze was created by my own bare hands.
So many lives were lost all because of my obsession.
I risked everything and lost it all.
Relationships, family and friends.
All were a sacrifice for an unforgiving cause. ...
It weighs down on my heart.
Dragging me down into the pits.
Where servants praise hungry Gods.
And witches sing lullabys of destruction.
I am a product of my own creation.
I built my own labyrith, each turn and twist.
Now I'm trapped inside of it, the researcher becomes the experiment.
This maze was created by my own bare hands.
So many lives were lost all because of my obsession.
I risked everything and lost it all.
Relationships, family and friends.
All were a sacrifice for an unforgiving cause. ...
761 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Dec 2014 2:38am
9th Dec 2014 2:38am
Depression's Slave (A Story in Three Acts)
Act I: The Parasite
A parasite in me has grown.
It coils around my heart.
And sits, nested deep in my mind.
I dare not speak it's name.
A hungry God masked a demon's face.
It tempted me from Eden.
And left me in this place.
Broken hearts--
Shattered dreams--
Darkness reigns--
My master calls. . .
I dare not speak his name. . .
I gave him my heart.
But he asked for my soul.
And so I gave it to him.
And it's name burns forever on my lips.
Like acid in my throat to say aloud.
D e p r e s s...
A parasite in me has grown.
It coils around my heart.
And sits, nested deep in my mind.
I dare not speak it's name.
A hungry God masked a demon's face.
It tempted me from Eden.
And left me in this place.
Broken hearts--
Shattered dreams--
Darkness reigns--
My master calls. . .
I dare not speak his name. . .
I gave him my heart.
But he asked for my soul.
And so I gave it to him.
And it's name burns forever on my lips.
Like acid in my throat to say aloud.
D e p r e s s...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Dec 2014 11:26pm
7th Dec 2014 11:26pm
"Amnesia"
woke up in a strange world
woke up in a strage place
woke up from the dead
woke up in someone else's head
these words mean nothing to me
these faces should mean something to me
in this strange world
in this strange place
as this strange girl
another nameless f a c e
woke up from the dead
woke up in someone else's head
- v.b.
woke up in a strage place
woke up from the dead
woke up in someone else's head
these words mean nothing to me
these faces should mean something to me
in this strange world
in this strange place
as this strange girl
another nameless f a c e
woke up from the dead
woke up in someone else's head
- v.b.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Dec 2014 11:22pm
7th Dec 2014 11:22pm
"Run Away"
I want to run away
with you--
So please
meet me
under the cover
of night.
Take me away
with you--
We'll make
such a beautiful
disappearing act--
Before sunrise--
As shadows fade--
Chase the darkness away--
I want to run away
with you--
Will you
run away
with me too?
Oh will you leave me here,
pining, wishing and wanting
over you?
- v.b.
with you--
So please
meet me
under the cover
of night.
Take me away
with you--
We'll make
such a beautiful
disappearing act--
Before sunrise--
As shadows fade--
Chase the darkness away--
I want to run away
with you--
Will you
run away
with me too?
Oh will you leave me here,
pining, wishing and wanting
over you?
- v.b.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Dec 2014 1:24am
7th Dec 2014 1:24am
"Remember Me"
please say you'll remember me,
when the day ends
when we go home
please say you'll remember me,
when the sky clears
when the sun sets
please say you'll remember me,
when the tears have dried
when the stars finally fall
please say you'll remember me,
when you find out the truth
when you meet someone new
please, oh please,
say you'll remember me. . .
say you'll remember me
and I'll promise that I'll never forget you
- v. b.
when the day ends
when we go home
please say you'll remember me,
when the sky clears
when the sun sets
please say you'll remember me,
when the tears have dried
when the stars finally fall
please say you'll remember me,
when you find out the truth
when you meet someone new
please, oh please,
say you'll remember me. . .
say you'll remember me
and I'll promise that I'll never forget you
- v. b.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
5th Dec 2014 4:45pm
5th Dec 2014 4:45pm
A Writer's Journal: Entry XI
I find it odd that I've kept this writing journal for almost a year and only have eleven entries to show for it. It's kind of discouraging but maybe it'll fill up more now that I starting to finally, actually get over my writer's block. It scares me that it takes almost an entire year to get over a writer's block, but I finally feel like a veil has lifted. When I write these things down, I don't feel like I'm lying to myself. I finally started writing a story, five chapters so far and I'm about to start the sixth but I felt it was necessarily to tell my Writer's Journal that I am finally...
583 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Dec 2014 8:52pm
4th Dec 2014 8:52pm
Uh, What?(Pint-Sized Poem #44)
I think, I just read something.
That was suppose to be a competition thread.
For poetry or maybe prose.
But I can't tell exactly what it was.
Just a mash-up of people saying a whole lot of words.
I didn't see the sarcasm.
I didn't see the point.
There wasn't much of any meaning.
It felt like an epic rap battle at the end of the entire thing.
I wanted to enter but I didn't know what format would be accepted.
So I decided to write this instead.
Because I don't think I know sarcasm, like those fellows think they...
That was suppose to be a competition thread.
For poetry or maybe prose.
But I can't tell exactly what it was.
Just a mash-up of people saying a whole lot of words.
I didn't see the sarcasm.
I didn't see the point.
There wasn't much of any meaning.
It felt like an epic rap battle at the end of the entire thing.
I wanted to enter but I didn't know what format would be accepted.
So I decided to write this instead.
Because I don't think I know sarcasm, like those fellows think they...
652 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Nov 2014 9:41am
28th Nov 2014 9:41am
11/27/14 - Three Years
We've been together for three years, as of yesterday.
We've had our share of argument, fights, heartbreaks and tears have been shead.
But we've had laughs, smiles, kisses and we've made love a million times.
We have a child together.
Yesterday almost passed by, I almost didn't give it a second thought.
Except that I'm 21.
And she let me go after I turned 18.
He took me in after she left me in the cold.
A year and three months.
I was with her for a year and three months.
Fifteen months together and it was always "poor her"
Always...
We've had our share of argument, fights, heartbreaks and tears have been shead.
But we've had laughs, smiles, kisses and we've made love a million times.
We have a child together.
Yesterday almost passed by, I almost didn't give it a second thought.
Except that I'm 21.
And she let me go after I turned 18.
He took me in after she left me in the cold.
A year and three months.
I was with her for a year and three months.
Fifteen months together and it was always "poor her"
Always...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2014 11:09am
26th Nov 2014 11:09am
Heartache
Expectation is truely the root of all heartache.
I promised myself to live by this quote by one of my favorite writers.
Get tattooed on my person one day, as a constant reminded of what I should always remember.
But their whispers--
And their constant reminder of my birthday--
The things they were going to do--
I just expected--
I know I said I wouldn't.
But I did anyway--
And here I am trying to hold back the heartache.
At 6:32am on November 26th I'll be 21 years old.
And it will be my birthday.
And there will be nothing to show. ...
I promised myself to live by this quote by one of my favorite writers.
Get tattooed on my person one day, as a constant reminded of what I should always remember.
But their whispers--
And their constant reminder of my birthday--
The things they were going to do--
I just expected--
I know I said I wouldn't.
But I did anyway--
And here I am trying to hold back the heartache.
At 6:32am on November 26th I'll be 21 years old.
And it will be my birthday.
And there will be nothing to show. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2014 11:03am
26th Nov 2014 11:03am
"21"
I don’t want to drink just cause I’m 21.
I didn’t want to drink when it was placed in my hand.
I don’t want to drink alcohol, I don’t believe in it.
The plans we make--
The words I say--
That’s all they are, my Love, words.
I can’t actually afford for that poison to touch my lips.
And fester. like salt on a sore, as it goes down my throat.
So what if I’m 21, it matters little difference to me.
I have no need to drink demon rum anymore than I did a day ago.
When I was twenty years old.
21, legal to drink.
When I was...
I didn’t want to drink when it was placed in my hand.
I don’t want to drink alcohol, I don’t believe in it.
The plans we make--
The words I say--
That’s all they are, my Love, words.
I can’t actually afford for that poison to touch my lips.
And fester. like salt on a sore, as it goes down my throat.
So what if I’m 21, it matters little difference to me.
I have no need to drink demon rum anymore than I did a day ago.
When I was twenty years old.
21, legal to drink.
When I was...
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