Submissions by Spunky4ever (Aliyah Ann Marie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've always loved speaking within my journals I'm not a public person. But I'm a writer from what I see and think. I think of words and sentence all the time. I've been writing since third grade, of oceans and mysteries.
DARK POEM
Published
12th Nov 2012 11:22am
12th Nov 2012 11:22am
Unfolds
For all to see your face. The fear it unfold which holds which condemns you and your life.
Your house is filled with depression that is where you live. It will make or break your demise.
Your voice has no volume. Your words have no meaning. Yourself being is no long a person. It is a shadow of darkness. What is never ending.
Your lips don't move when you speak. You just sit there in the shadows.
Your a day dreamer that's all you ever do. Your going to die like fool. When you do di eyour heart will be pulled out slowly as the light fads from your eyes.
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Your house is filled with depression that is where you live. It will make or break your demise.
Your voice has no volume. Your words have no meaning. Yourself being is no long a person. It is a shadow of darkness. What is never ending.
Your lips don't move when you speak. You just sit there in the shadows.
Your a day dreamer that's all you ever do. Your going to die like fool. When you do di eyour heart will be pulled out slowly as the light fads from your eyes.
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2012 8:36pm
11th Nov 2012 8:36pm
Death comes
Covering the sky with depression leaking out your eyes. Your heart is the one trying to look out over the demise but you have no will, your leaning on the tower of sorrow looking for your mind. As the shinning sun hits your soft gentle skin. Your mind come to back to Realty. As you wake from this nightmare you raise and see the wind blowing the blossom of spring in the air. The kittens playing with the yarn. The kids in the pool slashing and laughing. You hear the music of your heart. You kiss your mother good morning. Your life goes on your heart still beats your kisses still speak. The wind...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Nov 2012 8:33pm
11th Nov 2012 8:33pm
Dear John
Love like a fairy tale in real life? I never really that it was possible in till, I met you. Then something started. Feelings began to rush in like waves from the sea on shore. Thoughts intertwined. Even tho this isn't a fairy tale. I make no mistake when I know I like this feeling. I know it might not last but I can always hope and in the end it will be with no regrets. The life I live is the life pay for. In this world noting is free. Nor is love for you. All things come at price. The price I'm willing to pay to be by your side. I'll stay as long as you want me to stay. We'll pay the price...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Nov 2012 12:32pm
11th Nov 2012 12:32pm
The start of my recovery
Love torn apart from what I once known. I guess the old saying is right you must love yourself before loving another. But I know you could have heard tons of stories like this, there also tons of books studies about it. But there not me. These are my issues and my way of telling how I feel.
This my story my battle with anrexia & blumia. It's a up hill and down hill type of fight in side me.
My story starts couple of years ago. When my friends developed womanly parts. And I was stuck in my boyish body and looks. As they developed so gracefully in there life's as well....
This my story my battle with anrexia & blumia. It's a up hill and down hill type of fight in side me.
My story starts couple of years ago. When my friends developed womanly parts. And I was stuck in my boyish body and looks. As they developed so gracefully in there life's as well....
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
11th Nov 2012 12:30pm
11th Nov 2012 12:30pm
Learning life
The birds in the trees chitchat away.
Preaching to there young ones,
To live is a risk but if you do not risk is it really living.
The butterfly's in the air, Circle the flowers in the sun filled sky.
The summer is slowly leaving as the fall slowing flowing.
The music keeps changing the love keeps breaking.
Thinking about the love you miss so much.
And the roses in the garden so red and rosie and beautiful in the sun like.
The blossoms of the cherry trees twisting and twirling in the wind.
As the tired hour...
Preaching to there young ones,
To live is a risk but if you do not risk is it really living.
The butterfly's in the air, Circle the flowers in the sun filled sky.
The summer is slowly leaving as the fall slowing flowing.
The music keeps changing the love keeps breaking.
Thinking about the love you miss so much.
And the roses in the garden so red and rosie and beautiful in the sun like.
The blossoms of the cherry trees twisting and twirling in the wind.
As the tired hour...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 11:03pm
10th Nov 2012 11:03pm
This bed this love we share
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 11:01pm
10th Nov 2012 11:01pm
The sad song of tomorrow
The sad song of today, changes to the happy song of tomorrow. While the memory's still fad away from my mind heart and soul body.
The stars and the moon shine on the trees below.
It looks pretty from down where I am.
The wind blows the wind speaks the wind hits my face like a punch from the ring.
A tear for kiss. Penny's and dime for a wish. Bruises for words which speak volume.
Letters what have meaning. Secrets and stories of legends which kill.
Tears that fall in the moonshine rivers of the valley of hope and love.
The stars and the moon shine on the trees below.
It looks pretty from down where I am.
The wind blows the wind speaks the wind hits my face like a punch from the ring.
A tear for kiss. Penny's and dime for a wish. Bruises for words which speak volume.
Letters what have meaning. Secrets and stories of legends which kill.
Tears that fall in the moonshine rivers of the valley of hope and love.
693 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 2:48pm
10th Nov 2012 2:48pm
The hope of love.
She hopes for help, she's the one in the window looking out. Her voice so soft her touch caring. Her body is fragile. Her breath is cold it gives you shivers down your spine. Her eyes as hazel as colors of autumn. She look in the mirror, and she yells tells it to leave. She never can have that part of her life the ways she wants. She does what she loves then she hates it. Hate's what it makes her become, so she makes it come back up again and again. In till she can handle the sound nor sight of it anymore. She yelps for help from god. But her call is not answered. Is she forgotten is she the...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 2:45pm
10th Nov 2012 2:45pm
Walk the line
I walk this line of life. The life of hellish heaven. Where the men are men. Women are the gossip. . The children are life in living.
Where the hell is the hell of living.
Where the hate is for your parents. Of hate there is death. Love is the winning price in contest of the fairness. Where people lose. Where people cry for there loss. Where the zoo's is full of fools.
The shade after the sun has gone the hate creeps out. Kills you with out a doubt. Tears are the candy of the Devil.
Sins are the apple of the pie for god. And for other sinners to say your going down to...
Where the hell is the hell of living.
Where the hate is for your parents. Of hate there is death. Love is the winning price in contest of the fairness. Where people lose. Where people cry for there loss. Where the zoo's is full of fools.
The shade after the sun has gone the hate creeps out. Kills you with out a doubt. Tears are the candy of the Devil.
Sins are the apple of the pie for god. And for other sinners to say your going down to...
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