Submissions by Splitmind
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Amanda
DRUGS POEM
Published
31st Aug 2011 2:16am
31st Aug 2011 2:16am
Anticipation
The anticipation starts the moment I take it in
Whether I snort, smoke, or swallow my sin
Spend the next ten minutes waiting for it to kick
Praying I’ll have fun and not get sick
By the time I seem to have forgotten, it starts
I can tell by the picking up of my heart
And slowly my mind begins to haze
A simple world turned into a maze
These brilliant thoughts now flood my mind
But quickly get left behind
By this overactive creative brain
Tonight I’m in harmony with my insane
Trying to do a poem everyday is difficult.
Whether I snort, smoke, or swallow my sin
Spend the next ten minutes waiting for it to kick
Praying I’ll have fun and not get sick
By the time I seem to have forgotten, it starts
I can tell by the picking up of my heart
And slowly my mind begins to haze
A simple world turned into a maze
These brilliant thoughts now flood my mind
But quickly get left behind
By this overactive creative brain
Tonight I’m in harmony with my insane
Trying to do a poem everyday is difficult.
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2011 1:07am
30th Aug 2011 1:07am
After-party Thoughts
There’s fourteen people sleeping in this tiny place
I feel accomplished for a girl who needs space
Because two people are cuddling me, it’s true
One I don’t care about, and one of them is you
It’s 8 am, there’s a boy bleeding on the floor
I’m trying to sneak my way to the door
A new kind of maze that makes me want to laugh
At the memories of last night’s party, and the aftermath
As I step over him, a boy comes awake
He looks like hell and smells like the lake
He asks where he is, and who am i
“You’re at Marie’s, what did you do last...
I feel accomplished for a girl who needs space
Because two people are cuddling me, it’s true
One I don’t care about, and one of them is you
It’s 8 am, there’s a boy bleeding on the floor
I’m trying to sneak my way to the door
A new kind of maze that makes me want to laugh
At the memories of last night’s party, and the aftermath
As I step over him, a boy comes awake
He looks like hell and smells like the lake
He asks where he is, and who am i
“You’re at Marie’s, what did you do last...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2011 8:36pm
27th Aug 2011 8:36pm
Very, Very Fast
I’m sorry I’m moody and completely unstable
I’m sorry you want to cheer me up, I’m sorry your unable
I’m sorry I’m the happiest, saddest person you’ve ever met
I’m sorry that we haven’t found time to love each other yet
I’m sorry that you’re interested, and that I’m interesting
I’m sorry of how much I’m hiding, but you’re not missing a thing
I’m sorry that each moment together feels like its stolen
But truth be told I've always thought that makes it all the more golden
I’m sorry for all my quick looks, and hidden glances
I’m sorry for...
I’m sorry you want to cheer me up, I’m sorry your unable
I’m sorry I’m the happiest, saddest person you’ve ever met
I’m sorry that we haven’t found time to love each other yet
I’m sorry that you’re interested, and that I’m interesting
I’m sorry of how much I’m hiding, but you’re not missing a thing
I’m sorry that each moment together feels like its stolen
But truth be told I've always thought that makes it all the more golden
I’m sorry for all my quick looks, and hidden glances
I’m sorry for...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Aug 2011 1:58am
27th Aug 2011 1:58am
Silly Spiderweb
Spider web, you drown in the light
Unnatural but alluring, through your home is night
Your image has paused all answers to any questions
With you in mind, I can think of nothing to mention
But my teacher pauses, patient to wait
Wanting for an answer even if it’s late
But the image by the window has stolen my say
I want to laugh and cry, my instincts say I may
And eighteen eyes strike me down with their silence
But I’m afraid my speech may intend some defiance
And there I would sit, not making any sense
My face flushed, and my muscles tense...
Unnatural but alluring, through your home is night
Your image has paused all answers to any questions
With you in mind, I can think of nothing to mention
But my teacher pauses, patient to wait
Wanting for an answer even if it’s late
But the image by the window has stolen my say
I want to laugh and cry, my instincts say I may
And eighteen eyes strike me down with their silence
But I’m afraid my speech may intend some defiance
And there I would sit, not making any sense
My face flushed, and my muscles tense...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2011 2:53am
26th Aug 2011 2:53am
Saving Sticker
Put this in upbeat...hope it is.
It was so small I almost missed it
I thought ‘perhaps its meant for me’
The message was so perfect, I could have kissed it
It seemed to be destined, what else could it be?
One day it was there, when before blank space
It seemed to fill up the room
On the white board that I always face
Luring me away from my own doom
The thought ‘Does someone know my inner pain?’
Put me in shame, filled me with joy
The thought of been seen, albeit insane
By some girl, or oh no, a boy
A depression...
It was so small I almost missed it
I thought ‘perhaps its meant for me’
The message was so perfect, I could have kissed it
It seemed to be destined, what else could it be?
One day it was there, when before blank space
It seemed to fill up the room
On the white board that I always face
Luring me away from my own doom
The thought ‘Does someone know my inner pain?’
Put me in shame, filled me with joy
The thought of been seen, albeit insane
By some girl, or oh no, a boy
A depression...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Aug 2011 9:24pm
24th Aug 2011 9:24pm
Sticky Fingers
Not a drug, but an addiction! No offense to Christians.
Trying to stop my sticky fingers from taking what they shouldn’t
Trying to live a good life now, who says that I couldn’t
Keep my eyes looking down, ignoring the treasures
Saying no to all the things that have ever given me pleasure
I’m staying away from shirts, rings, pills
Trying to find something deep and ignore these cheap thrills
I’ve never been caught so I’ve never had to lie
And just can’t ignore the ability to make something “my …”
It’s a little clepto, it’s more than a...
Trying to stop my sticky fingers from taking what they shouldn’t
Trying to live a good life now, who says that I couldn’t
Keep my eyes looking down, ignoring the treasures
Saying no to all the things that have ever given me pleasure
I’m staying away from shirts, rings, pills
Trying to find something deep and ignore these cheap thrills
I’ve never been caught so I’ve never had to lie
And just can’t ignore the ability to make something “my …”
It’s a little clepto, it’s more than a...
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