Submissions by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet. Dreamer. Hopeless Romantic. Music Lover. Avid Reader. Writer. Mother. Storyteller. Neurotic.
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Jul 2014 12:39pm
27th Jul 2014 12:39pm
A Writer's Journal: Entry VII
I missed these all night writing sessions, and am finally glad to mention that I am finally out of my writer's block. It took me a few months and I guess every writer has to go through that yearly writer's block. Hopefully it doesn't become a trend however. It's been an entire year since I first started working on The Secret House since I broke up with Her. And I've just realized now that the story is my story, meaning I can do what I want with it. And if that means I don't want a character to be a certain way anymore I can make that happen, I don't need a million bad people, or a million...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jul 2014 8:40am
26th Jul 2014 8:40am
Not Anorexia (Pint-Sized Poem #37)
It's not anorexia.
Anorexia is when you purposely starve yourself.
Just so you can lose weight.
I'm not trying to starve myself.
I'm not trying to lose weight.
I'm just not hungry.
I just haven't been eating.
It's not anoerixa.
I just don't like food right now.
Anorexia is when you purposely starve yourself.
Just so you can lose weight.
I'm not trying to starve myself.
I'm not trying to lose weight.
I'm just not hungry.
I just haven't been eating.
It's not anoerixa.
I just don't like food right now.
#food
#myself
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 3:32am
21st Jul 2014 3:32am
Seven Years
Seven years. . .
Huh?
Really?
How strange. . .
It's really been that long?
Seven Christmases?
Seven birthdays?
Seven years of memories?
Of stories?
Of fireworks and New Year's Day marathons?
Of wins and losses?
Of stories I've written.
Of my first heart break.
And my father dying.
Grand-dad joined you as well.
As well as your own brother and father.
I fell in love a second time.
And now I have a son.
He's a year and a half now.
I miss you.
My mom does too.
I wish...
Huh?
Really?
How strange. . .
It's really been that long?
Seven Christmases?
Seven birthdays?
Seven years of memories?
Of stories?
Of fireworks and New Year's Day marathons?
Of wins and losses?
Of stories I've written.
Of my first heart break.
And my father dying.
Grand-dad joined you as well.
As well as your own brother and father.
I fell in love a second time.
And now I have a son.
He's a year and a half now.
I miss you.
My mom does too.
I wish...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 3:24am
21st Jul 2014 3:24am
Infinity (Pint-Sized Poem #36)
When you say forever.
I'll says always.
When I say always.
You say forever.
Over and over.
And it'll never end.
Our entertwining rings will never untangle.
And we will exist.
We will be.
Forever and always.
Always and forever.
Together--
Me and you.
You and I.
And we shall be, forever:
Infinite.
I'll says always.
When I say always.
You say forever.
Over and over.
And it'll never end.
Our entertwining rings will never untangle.
And we will exist.
We will be.
Forever and always.
Always and forever.
Together--
Me and you.
You and I.
And we shall be, forever:
Infinite.
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jun 2014 1:54am
10th Jun 2014 1:54am
Guilty
"Look I have a bruise on my arm. . ."
Really?
How fascinating...
Please tell me more--
Such as, how did it get there?
I wonder. . .
Did it just appear out of nowhere?
I remember when I'd wake up with random bruises. . .
It was just because I was a klutz though.
It wasn't to make someone else feel bad.
Someone who will admit that they hit you.
But thank you for pointing it out anyway Mother?
Do abusive girlfriends and wives point out to their abusers the marks they've left on their faces and arms?
No-- I didn't think so....
Really?
How fascinating...
Please tell me more--
Such as, how did it get there?
I wonder. . .
Did it just appear out of nowhere?
I remember when I'd wake up with random bruises. . .
It was just because I was a klutz though.
It wasn't to make someone else feel bad.
Someone who will admit that they hit you.
But thank you for pointing it out anyway Mother?
Do abusive girlfriends and wives point out to their abusers the marks they've left on their faces and arms?
No-- I didn't think so....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2014 1:41am
10th Jun 2014 1:41am
Funeral Bells (Pint-Sized Poem #35)
Funeral bells.
Ringing in your mind.
Like cold shivers.
Up your neck.
And down your spine.
And stays in your head.
Ringing--
Chiming--
Echoing--
And singing--
In your ears and through your mind.
Up your neck and down your spine.
And live in your head.
Until the day you die.
Just another song to sing.
Another story to tell.
Just some more ringing of those--
Funeral bells.
Ringing in your mind.
Like cold shivers.
Up your neck.
And down your spine.
And stays in your head.
Ringing--
Chiming--
Echoing--
And singing--
In your ears and through your mind.
Up your neck and down your spine.
And live in your head.
Until the day you die.
Just another song to sing.
Another story to tell.
Just some more ringing of those--
Funeral bells.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 8:12pm
7th Jun 2014 8:12pm
Pain
Everything hurts. . .
My entire right side.
My arms, shoulders, back and side.
This pain is made up of invisible bruises.
Of silent tears.
And broken promises.
Just smile.
Pretend it doesn't hurt.
I did it to myself in the end.
No use blaming someone else.
I threw the first punch.
It was self-defense.
That's what they'll say.
It's what they deserve to say.
They didn't hurt me.
Look at my arms. . .
All I do (afterall) is hurt myself.
So when the pain comes back.
It means nothing.
Just shake it off.
Let it...
My entire right side.
My arms, shoulders, back and side.
This pain is made up of invisible bruises.
Of silent tears.
And broken promises.
Just smile.
Pretend it doesn't hurt.
I did it to myself in the end.
No use blaming someone else.
I threw the first punch.
It was self-defense.
That's what they'll say.
It's what they deserve to say.
They didn't hurt me.
Look at my arms. . .
All I do (afterall) is hurt myself.
So when the pain comes back.
It means nothing.
Just shake it off.
Let it...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 9:50am
7th Jun 2014 9:50am
Cries In The Night (Pint-Sized Poem #34)
Sometimes I can't help but wonder about the crying I use to hear.
The soft and quiet whimpering of broken and secret tears.
It use to haunt me, late through the night.
It would often wake me and give me quite a fright.
But now I wonder. . .
Was it really the ghosts of lost souls?
People I would never ever know?
Or was it just myself. . .
Crying to be saved from this shell--
Of who I use to be.
Instead of ghosts--
Were the cries in the night, really in the end just me?
The soft and quiet whimpering of broken and secret tears.
It use to haunt me, late through the night.
It would often wake me and give me quite a fright.
But now I wonder. . .
Was it really the ghosts of lost souls?
People I would never ever know?
Or was it just myself. . .
Crying to be saved from this shell--
Of who I use to be.
Instead of ghosts--
Were the cries in the night, really in the end just me?
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 4:43am
7th Jun 2014 4:43am
Poppet Doll
I made a poppet doll of you.
You made one of me too.
We played together with our poppet friends.
Not knowing that our own friendship would one day end.
No, no-- We never knew.
That we would ever bid the other adieu.
Into the night, and good-bye.
The hourglass ran out of time.
But I gave you back the poppet doll.
The one I made in the likeness of you.
I gave it back with a stiched up heart.
To say I'm sorry for breaking it, or so I had thought.
But you-- Oh you, kept your poppet doll.
The one you made of me. ...
You made one of me too.
We played together with our poppet friends.
Not knowing that our own friendship would one day end.
No, no-- We never knew.
That we would ever bid the other adieu.
Into the night, and good-bye.
The hourglass ran out of time.
But I gave you back the poppet doll.
The one I made in the likeness of you.
I gave it back with a stiched up heart.
To say I'm sorry for breaking it, or so I had thought.
But you-- Oh you, kept your poppet doll.
The one you made of me. ...
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 00:31am
7th Jun 2014 00:31am
The Snow Queen's Legacy
My chambers have frozen.
A shard of ice pierced through my heart.
Shut up from the world.
Inside of my ivory tower.
Erected from the icicle tears of broken dreams.
Sorrow fills this glacier.
Ice fills my heart.
My tears have frozen down my cheeks.
I will no longer cry for you peasants.
And I'm done trying to please you all.
If only I could break your minds.
And your hearts.
Just like you have done to mine.
But my powers aren't that grand.
Instead you are all stuck inside of this icey tundra.
This broken and frozen...
A shard of ice pierced through my heart.
Shut up from the world.
Inside of my ivory tower.
Erected from the icicle tears of broken dreams.
Sorrow fills this glacier.
Ice fills my heart.
My tears have frozen down my cheeks.
I will no longer cry for you peasants.
And I'm done trying to please you all.
If only I could break your minds.
And your hearts.
Just like you have done to mine.
But my powers aren't that grand.
Instead you are all stuck inside of this icey tundra.
This broken and frozen...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Jun 2014 9:01pm
5th Jun 2014 9:01pm
Grow Up
He says that I have to grow up.
That I'm twenty years old.
That I can't let my mother control my life.
But it's hard. . .
Especially now that she's the only one I have left.
My father. . .
My grandparents. . .
They're all gone.
Now she's the only one I have left.
Even though she's the one that was always leaving me.
Now she's the only one that left.
Everyone else is gone.
I have a boyfriend and a son.
But still. . .
It's hard to move on.
It's hard to grow up.
Especially when I'm stuck inside of...
That I'm twenty years old.
That I can't let my mother control my life.
But it's hard. . .
Especially now that she's the only one I have left.
My father. . .
My grandparents. . .
They're all gone.
Now she's the only one I have left.
Even though she's the one that was always leaving me.
Now she's the only one that left.
Everyone else is gone.
I have a boyfriend and a son.
But still. . .
It's hard to move on.
It's hard to grow up.
Especially when I'm stuck inside of...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2014 4:17am
2nd Jun 2014 4:17am
Happy
When was this last time I felt this way?
So elated that I could burst with joy.
So hungover from the excitment of today.
Seeing a friend for the first time in months.
Being with my boyfriend.
Showing off my son.
Not arguing with my mother.
Going out to eat with my family.
Knowing how to write again.
It's like I can finally breathe.
It's a sweet sigh of relief as my depression finally fades.
Mania descends upon me now and hopefully it'll stay.
Hyper, overjoyed-- So many new ideas, bubbling around in my head.
I'm ready to make my story make...
So elated that I could burst with joy.
So hungover from the excitment of today.
Seeing a friend for the first time in months.
Being with my boyfriend.
Showing off my son.
Not arguing with my mother.
Going out to eat with my family.
Knowing how to write again.
It's like I can finally breathe.
It's a sweet sigh of relief as my depression finally fades.
Mania descends upon me now and hopefully it'll stay.
Hyper, overjoyed-- So many new ideas, bubbling around in my head.
I'm ready to make my story make...
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