Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Nov 2014 1:29am
7th Nov 2014 1:29am
The Hauntings of a First Love
My first love will haunt me for the rest of my life.
In sounds. . .
In colors. . .
In words. . .
In poems. . .
In stories. . .
In books. . .
In music. . .
It haunts me in September when the leaves are changing colors.
When the leaves are falling from the trees.
And all I think about is walking through them with her.
I know that I fell in love easily.
I was cursed to be a hopeless romantic.
The daughter of divorced parents, I longed to prove them wrong about love.
But when the cold air comes I think...
In sounds. . .
In colors. . .
In words. . .
In poems. . .
In stories. . .
In books. . .
In music. . .
It haunts me in September when the leaves are changing colors.
When the leaves are falling from the trees.
And all I think about is walking through them with her.
I know that I fell in love easily.
I was cursed to be a hopeless romantic.
The daughter of divorced parents, I longed to prove them wrong about love.
But when the cold air comes I think...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Nov 2014 8:21am
5th Nov 2014 8:21am
Author of the Moment
Ripping pages out of my journal.
Rewriting the lives of several people.
Hurting myself and everyone around me.
I just keep pushing. . .
I just keep digging. . .
I just keep trying. . .
I just keep writing. . .
I want a story of love.
I want a story of loss.
I want a story of adventure.
I want a story of growth.
I want a story. . .
It's there, in my head, in my mind.
But to get onto the paper, onto the screen.
In my own words, I can't do it.
No matter how many times I try.
It's just not happening.
And it hurts....
Rewriting the lives of several people.
Hurting myself and everyone around me.
I just keep pushing. . .
I just keep digging. . .
I just keep trying. . .
I just keep writing. . .
I want a story of love.
I want a story of loss.
I want a story of adventure.
I want a story of growth.
I want a story. . .
It's there, in my head, in my mind.
But to get onto the paper, onto the screen.
In my own words, I can't do it.
No matter how many times I try.
It's just not happening.
And it hurts....
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Nov 2014 4:17am
1st Nov 2014 4:17am
Bad Blood
Pain.
Yelling.
Cuts.
Bruises.
Tears.
Lies.
Anger.
Hatred.
Rage.
Sorry. . .
Take it back.
Press rewind.
Go back in time.
Turn back the clocks.
Things didn't mean to be said.
Things didn't mean to happen.
Wish we can take back our words.
Wish we can take back our actions.
We're all tired.
We're all going insane.
We're all dealing up with our own pent-up rage.
I say I'm sorry.
But the guilt is the price that needs to be paid.
We're all bullies. ...
Yelling.
Cuts.
Bruises.
Tears.
Lies.
Anger.
Hatred.
Rage.
Sorry. . .
Take it back.
Press rewind.
Go back in time.
Turn back the clocks.
Things didn't mean to be said.
Things didn't mean to happen.
Wish we can take back our words.
Wish we can take back our actions.
We're all tired.
We're all going insane.
We're all dealing up with our own pent-up rage.
I say I'm sorry.
But the guilt is the price that needs to be paid.
We're all bullies. ...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Oct 2014 7:48am
14th Oct 2014 7:48am
A Writer's Journal: Entry VIII
Today I started writing again, but I also started reading a book. It's called Love Letters to the Dead by Ava Dellaira. It's about a girl named Laurel who after getting an assignment in English class her freshman year to write a letter to a person whose died, she starts writing letters to several people whom have passed away. I haven't finished the book and I barely half way through it but it's just written so beautifully. It reminds me of Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky so far. The odd narration through letters, only instead of writing to an unknown friend, she's writing to...
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Oct 2014 3:34am
7th Oct 2014 3:34am
The Bird or the Cage?
A dove flying free,
taunts the caged canary
that sings all alone.
A homeless dove,
envies the caged canary
whom has a home of it's own.
The dove flying free,
taunts the caged canary
whose wings have been clipped.
The homeless dove,
envies the caged canary
who never has to build it's own nest.
The dove flies free.
The canary sits caged.
The dove is homeless.
The canary has a home.
One is inside bars of a cage, inside of a home.
The other is in the air, out in the...
taunts the caged canary
that sings all alone.
A homeless dove,
envies the caged canary
whom has a home of it's own.
The dove flying free,
taunts the caged canary
whose wings have been clipped.
The homeless dove,
envies the caged canary
who never has to build it's own nest.
The dove flies free.
The canary sits caged.
The dove is homeless.
The canary has a home.
One is inside bars of a cage, inside of a home.
The other is in the air, out in the...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2014 7:44am
25th Sep 2014 7:44am
Unable to Reply
Ever gotten that awkward feeling?
That awkward feeling deep in your gut.
When you know someone needs you but you're not sure how exactly to help?
So instead you want to just ignore it, and hope it'll go away.
Because you're afraid that if you ask them "Hey, what's up?"
They'll just say they don't want to talk about it.
And so you're standing on the other end of line.
Shifting nervously from side to side and foot to foot, like "Um okay. . . ?"
And the awkward silence follows suit.
And you end up not talking to them for a few days....
That awkward feeling deep in your gut.
When you know someone needs you but you're not sure how exactly to help?
So instead you want to just ignore it, and hope it'll go away.
Because you're afraid that if you ask them "Hey, what's up?"
They'll just say they don't want to talk about it.
And so you're standing on the other end of line.
Shifting nervously from side to side and foot to foot, like "Um okay. . . ?"
And the awkward silence follows suit.
And you end up not talking to them for a few days....
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2014 10:13am
18th Sep 2014 10:13am
"So When's the Baby Due?"
Uh. . .
I'm not pregnant.
I'm actually bloated from my period.
Kind of the exact opposite of being pregnant.
Don't ya think?
But yeah anyway, thanks alot lady.
For the serious confidence boost.
That did wonders for my low self-esteem.
You're not exactly a super model yourself, you know?
But whatever, I'm not pregnant if you were wondering.
Consider you (obviously) just love assuming stuff.
About a person that you don't even know.
I wasn't trying to make small talk with you.
I don't even know you.
My boyfriend was trying to make...
I'm not pregnant.
I'm actually bloated from my period.
Kind of the exact opposite of being pregnant.
Don't ya think?
But yeah anyway, thanks alot lady.
For the serious confidence boost.
That did wonders for my low self-esteem.
You're not exactly a super model yourself, you know?
But whatever, I'm not pregnant if you were wondering.
Consider you (obviously) just love assuming stuff.
About a person that you don't even know.
I wasn't trying to make small talk with you.
I don't even know you.
My boyfriend was trying to make...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2014 3:14am
15th Sep 2014 3:14am
Happy Birthday Dad (Pint-Sized Poem #38)
09/14/14
That's what it reads at the bottom of my computer screen.
September 14th, 2014
The second year since he passed.
I miss him.
I wish I could take everything bad I (ever) said back.
I wish I could undo the sadness.
The missed phone calls.
The anger and arguements.
I wish I could say I was sorry.
And go back in time and enjoy the time we had.
I wish he was here with me.
So I could hug him.
And give him a card.
Maybe then the date wouldn't hit me so hard.
And...
That's what it reads at the bottom of my computer screen.
September 14th, 2014
The second year since he passed.
I miss him.
I wish I could take everything bad I (ever) said back.
I wish I could undo the sadness.
The missed phone calls.
The anger and arguements.
I wish I could say I was sorry.
And go back in time and enjoy the time we had.
I wish he was here with me.
So I could hug him.
And give him a card.
Maybe then the date wouldn't hit me so hard.
And...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Sep 2014 3:06am
13th Sep 2014 3:06am
I Hate You, Don't Leave Me
I hate you. . . Don't leave me.
I love you. . . You leave me.
I'm sorry. . .
I'm odd--
I'm weird--
There's obviously something wrong with me.
Because all I do is make you hate me.
Make you yell at me.
Make you hate me.
All I want is to love you.
But you leave me.
Crying.
Heart broken.
Cheeks stained with tears.
Throat raw from my screams.
You said you'd just step out for a second.
Just calm yourself down.
Just get your anger under control.
So I give you some space.
I let you take your time.
Take...
I love you. . . You leave me.
I'm sorry. . .
I'm odd--
I'm weird--
There's obviously something wrong with me.
Because all I do is make you hate me.
Make you yell at me.
Make you hate me.
All I want is to love you.
But you leave me.
Crying.
Heart broken.
Cheeks stained with tears.
Throat raw from my screams.
You said you'd just step out for a second.
Just calm yourself down.
Just get your anger under control.
So I give you some space.
I let you take your time.
Take...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Sep 2014 9:36am
12th Sep 2014 9:36am
Cursed
I am honestly starting to believe.
That she either, intentionally,
or unintentionally perhaps cursed this story.
This tale that we spun together, two spiders writing
the same web. But her's was plagued by whatever diseases
she doth spread and mine was trying to fill in the gaps
where her parts of the story lacked.
When we ended and half of the story fell, I decided that one
day I would salvage it from the dark depthes of Hell.
Where she left it, to rot away, all of it's days, in broken hearts, gathering dust and decay. ...
That she either, intentionally,
or unintentionally perhaps cursed this story.
This tale that we spun together, two spiders writing
the same web. But her's was plagued by whatever diseases
she doth spread and mine was trying to fill in the gaps
where her parts of the story lacked.
When we ended and half of the story fell, I decided that one
day I would salvage it from the dark depthes of Hell.
Where she left it, to rot away, all of it's days, in broken hearts, gathering dust and decay. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2014 1:02pm
7th Sep 2014 1:02pm
I Didn't Even Notice
The day passed by, and I didn't even notice.
Now it's been two years and I didn't even notice.
No one brought it up to me and I still didn't even notice.
Maybe because there's no stone on the ground.
There's no where for me to place flowers if I chose.
So when the day comes I barely think of it.
Is it bad to say that him being gone for my life only hurts me at random times?
I love him and I miss him.
And when I stare at my son too long, it comes back at me.
Half of my entire family is gone.
Wiped out in less than ten years out of my twenty years of...
Now it's been two years and I didn't even notice.
No one brought it up to me and I still didn't even notice.
Maybe because there's no stone on the ground.
There's no where for me to place flowers if I chose.
So when the day comes I barely think of it.
Is it bad to say that him being gone for my life only hurts me at random times?
I love him and I miss him.
And when I stare at my son too long, it comes back at me.
Half of my entire family is gone.
Wiped out in less than ten years out of my twenty years of...
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Aug 2014 8:16am
18th Aug 2014 8:16am
Lost In Paradise
I had a dream that I was shipwrecked.
On a island with a beautiful kingdom on it.
And I was greeted by a prince that helped me to my feet.
Asked me my name and pleaded for me to be his date for a ball tonight.
But just as I was about to utter my reply.
A storm broke out overhead.
Lightning struck the castle's tower and a fire broke out.
People died.
Lives were lost.
And it was all because of me.
The storm had followed me.
It was trying to destroy me.
But I survived.
And because I had surivied, so many other people had died. ...
On a island with a beautiful kingdom on it.
And I was greeted by a prince that helped me to my feet.
Asked me my name and pleaded for me to be his date for a ball tonight.
But just as I was about to utter my reply.
A storm broke out overhead.
Lightning struck the castle's tower and a fire broke out.
People died.
Lives were lost.
And it was all because of me.
The storm had followed me.
It was trying to destroy me.
But I survived.
And because I had surivied, so many other people had died. ...
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