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
1st Jun 2014 3:58am
1st Jun 2014 3:58am
Never Try (A Secret House Poem)
So much promise.
So much ambition.
So much raw potential hiding inside of you.
My love.
Your soul, it's glowing.
I can see through the cracks in your heart.
That I try so hard to patch up.
No matter how often your depression clouds my efforts.
I try so hard to make your life a better place for you to live.
Your meds have tasted your lips more times than I.
But yet I listen to your stories, your poems and songs.
I listen to them and I hope to be a light in your dark.
That maybe you'll write about the way you feel about me.
About us?...
So much ambition.
So much raw potential hiding inside of you.
My love.
Your soul, it's glowing.
I can see through the cracks in your heart.
That I try so hard to patch up.
No matter how often your depression clouds my efforts.
I try so hard to make your life a better place for you to live.
Your meds have tasted your lips more times than I.
But yet I listen to your stories, your poems and songs.
I listen to them and I hope to be a light in your dark.
That maybe you'll write about the way you feel about me.
About us?...
681 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st May 2014 7:44am
31st May 2014 7:44am
Paranoia Diary: Entry VI
It's been a long time, well okay no I guess it hasn't really. Considering someone with paranoia can never really stop being paranoid but it just gotten worse lately. Really worse-- My paranoia is always constant now, the panic attacks seem to be always on the brink of erupting in my chest. I feel like my family hates me sometimes because of my writer's block, because of my depression-- Because of how paranoid I am to fail at writing this story.
Can they really blame me?
The story started out as Her idea, my ex-girlfriend's idea while we were dating. She wanted to take a...
Can they really blame me?
The story started out as Her idea, my ex-girlfriend's idea while we were dating. She wanted to take a...
815 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th May 2014 6:28am
27th May 2014 6:28am
Where Do They Go?
Where do they go?
Those poets from long ago.
That told me I was doing so well.
They felt like my friends, cheering me on in the stands.
"Write more! We love your work!"
"This speaks to me. . ."
"You took the words right out of my mouth. . ."
And then it stopped--
And they were gone.
All of those people that at one time loved my words.
I felt to be the soul of a new age.
But then they were gone.
And my words were left to gather dust.
So I wonder as I reread their old words of encouragement.
Of love and advice. ...
Those poets from long ago.
That told me I was doing so well.
They felt like my friends, cheering me on in the stands.
"Write more! We love your work!"
"This speaks to me. . ."
"You took the words right out of my mouth. . ."
And then it stopped--
And they were gone.
All of those people that at one time loved my words.
I felt to be the soul of a new age.
But then they were gone.
And my words were left to gather dust.
So I wonder as I reread their old words of encouragement.
Of love and advice. ...
806 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2014 10:25pm
26th May 2014 10:25pm
A Quote (Pint-Sized Poem #33)
So loud. So angry. So dead."
So interesting.
So deeply inspiring.
For a poem in my own words.
But what does it mean?
I don't know...
It's just what he said.
So interesting.
So deeply inspiring.
For a poem in my own words.
But what does it mean?
I don't know...
It's just what he said.
968 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2014 10:23pm
26th May 2014 10:23pm
Boredom (Pint-Sized Poem #32)
These ideas?
These poems?
These competitions?
They're just so. . .
So bland.
So colorless.
So tasteless.
So pointless.
So un-inspiring.
So dull.
So monotone.
So dead.
So. . .
Boring.
These poems?
These competitions?
They're just so. . .
So bland.
So colorless.
So tasteless.
So pointless.
So un-inspiring.
So dull.
So monotone.
So dead.
So. . .
Boring.
882 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th May 2014 8:40am
25th May 2014 8:40am
A Writer's Journal: Entry VI
I don't want to jinx anything but I've started writing chapter twelve of the fourth book. It's starting off shakey but hopefully by tomorrow I'll be in the hang of it again. I'm also really happy that I wrote a poem today as well. Writing poems, entering poetry competitions, they might mean something to most people but to someone suffering from writer's block/depression spell, it's one of the best things ever.
Writer's Block isn't just when you don't have the ability to write. It's when you don't have the ability to fathom writing, like your mind has been completely drained of any...
Writer's Block isn't just when you don't have the ability to write. It's when you don't have the ability to fathom writing, like your mind has been completely drained of any...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2014 10:48pm
24th May 2014 10:48pm
Summer
I remember summmer--
It takes me back to being a kid again.
Of sitting on the wooden swing in front of my grandparents house.
Of orange soda and devil dogs.
Of staying up until it's early in the morning.
And waking up when it's late in the afternoon.
Of phone calls and long walks with best friends.
Of ice cream in the middle of a rain storm.
Of thunderstorms that shook the house.
And firework that lit the sky up so bright.
I remember summer--
Smell of chlorine in my hair after getting out of the pool.
Of getting...
It takes me back to being a kid again.
Of sitting on the wooden swing in front of my grandparents house.
Of orange soda and devil dogs.
Of staying up until it's early in the morning.
And waking up when it's late in the afternoon.
Of phone calls and long walks with best friends.
Of ice cream in the middle of a rain storm.
Of thunderstorms that shook the house.
And firework that lit the sky up so bright.
I remember summer--
Smell of chlorine in my hair after getting out of the pool.
Of getting...
920 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th May 2014 7:22am
24th May 2014 7:22am
A Writer's Journal: Entry V
I'm realizing now that it's better to write down what I want to do in my story rather than automatically applying it to the story. A secret feeling in the back of my mind of knowing that the chapters I wrote for this version of the story with just Mason and Valeri as the characters is perfect. I just need to push myself more, I know I can do it and I'm being too safe.
It would be total irony to call this book, Safe House. I might do it just for the hell of it now. I'll figure it out eventually. I'm enjoying the idea of a writing journal because now I get my ideas and thoughts about...
It would be total irony to call this book, Safe House. I might do it just for the hell of it now. I'll figure it out eventually. I'm enjoying the idea of a writing journal because now I get my ideas and thoughts about...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd May 2014 4:49am
23rd May 2014 4:49am
A Writer's Journal: Entry IV
I have everything figured out-- Events, plots, characters but I can't help but feel I'm missing something. . . Oh right--
A beginning.
I don't think these things through very often, do I? My mother and boyfriend are helping me, I just don't think I'm helping myself. Maybe we should re-read some of the second and third books, see how their stories ended?
Maybe. . .
I can't help but thinking about the puzzle metaphor that I made in my last entry. But the more and more I look at this-- The more and more frustrated I get.
I want to take my time, and...
A beginning.
I don't think these things through very often, do I? My mother and boyfriend are helping me, I just don't think I'm helping myself. Maybe we should re-read some of the second and third books, see how their stories ended?
Maybe. . .
I can't help but thinking about the puzzle metaphor that I made in my last entry. But the more and more I look at this-- The more and more frustrated I get.
I want to take my time, and...
655 reads
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
22nd May 2014 8:37pm
22nd May 2014 8:37pm
A Writer's Journal: Entry III
I don't know what to do anymore. I get a good idea, I get excited and then I get overwhelmed and everything just seems like it's not making sense. Why doesn't anyone notice when I'm going to overboard? Why am I the only one who notices after a bunch of things have already been said? Why won't anyone offer to add and take away from my ideas?
I'm losing it.
This story is going to be the death of me, I swear.
Four narrators-- Can I really do it?
I'm starting to rethink why I started writing in the first place? I actually feel really low and depressed, and...
I'm losing it.
This story is going to be the death of me, I swear.
Four narrators-- Can I really do it?
I'm starting to rethink why I started writing in the first place? I actually feel really low and depressed, and...
731 reads
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st May 2014 9:44pm
21st May 2014 9:44pm
A Writer's Journal: Entry II
I'm gonna try again today. I'm gonna try writing today, another go at a story that I've been having such a hard time with these days. These weeks-- These past few months, since December or January I've been fighting with this fourth book in this series that hurts at the thought of not being able to complete. I love this story and I love my characters but something tells me that I'm missing something. Something in this story, this part of the tale is missing.
I wonder if it's time?
If it's time to bring back the other characters?
The old characters from the first two...
I wonder if it's time?
If it's time to bring back the other characters?
The old characters from the first two...
697 reads
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th May 2014 11:55pm
20th May 2014 11:55pm
A Writer's Journal: Entry I
I wish I could remember how to write in a journal. But I barely know how to write as the fictional characters in my stories, let alone myself anymore these days. I actually am unsure of who I am anymore. I mean I know that I am still me after all but even as I write this-- It doesn't feel like I'm narrating it. Maybe someone else is writing in my voice these days-- Oh well who knows?
"Why don't we take a break from the story?"
Break?
He acts like I've been writing nonstop for the past five days and nights, I've written a single chapter two days ago...
"Why don't we take a break from the story?"
Break?
He acts like I've been writing nonstop for the past five days and nights, I've written a single chapter two days ago...
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