Submissions by Tashaa_is_dead (Natasha)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2012 11:49pm
15th Mar 2012 11:49pm
The Sniper
Twilight,
Faded into night.
Heavy guns roared
Machine-guns,
Rifles,
Slice the silence.
Civil war.
Should he risk a smoke?
He struck a match.
A flash,
Boom.
An armored car,
Enemy car.
Gray monster.
Old woman,
Talks,
Informer.
“I’m hit.”
Pain,
Bullets fly,
Her body,
In the gutter.
A plan.
One bullet.
Enemy,
Hit.
Falling forward,
Body
Meets
Ground.
He shuddered.
Bitten,
By sour remorse.
Curiosity,
Killed...
Faded into night.
Heavy guns roared
Machine-guns,
Rifles,
Slice the silence.
Civil war.
Should he risk a smoke?
He struck a match.
A flash,
Boom.
An armored car,
Enemy car.
Gray monster.
Old woman,
Talks,
Informer.
“I’m hit.”
Pain,
Bullets fly,
Her body,
In the gutter.
A plan.
One bullet.
Enemy,
Hit.
Falling forward,
Body
Meets
Ground.
He shuddered.
Bitten,
By sour remorse.
Curiosity,
Killed...
1533 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Feb 2012 8:07pm
15th Feb 2012 8:07pm
The Mirror
The mirror is a good place to start
To tell you how I feel in my heart.
I moved here with a new life in mind,
But now, I’m living my life confined.
Things were different when I was a kid
It never really mattered what you did.
I had big teeth, and large glasses,
I always did so well in all my classes.
Where I was born, I was like everyone
But here, it seems I’m always on the run.
I don’t want to accept that I’m not the same
I feel as if, that would put my family to shame.
I have been forced to see a person I don’t know...
To tell you how I feel in my heart.
I moved here with a new life in mind,
But now, I’m living my life confined.
Things were different when I was a kid
It never really mattered what you did.
I had big teeth, and large glasses,
I always did so well in all my classes.
Where I was born, I was like everyone
But here, it seems I’m always on the run.
I don’t want to accept that I’m not the same
I feel as if, that would put my family to shame.
I have been forced to see a person I don’t know...
838 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2012 4:48am
26th Jan 2012 4:48am
This Is Just Me
How were the shrooms? The Beer? The LSD?
I'll show you something more worthwhile than weed.
I can show you how to steal and lie.
Trust me, it's all you need to get by.
Why go to school? Don't turn another page!
I'm so much easier, and I come in a 30 inch gauge.
Heroin's my name, I've been known to destroy lives.
Takings out actors, teenagers, fathers, and wives.
People will leave you, that's just fine.
Follow me, you'll be all mine.
Try to get rid of me? What a joke.
Pretty soon you'll have a needle, looking for a vein to poke.
Need some love?...
I'll show you something more worthwhile than weed.
I can show you how to steal and lie.
Trust me, it's all you need to get by.
Why go to school? Don't turn another page!
I'm so much easier, and I come in a 30 inch gauge.
Heroin's my name, I've been known to destroy lives.
Takings out actors, teenagers, fathers, and wives.
People will leave you, that's just fine.
Follow me, you'll be all mine.
Try to get rid of me? What a joke.
Pretty soon you'll have a needle, looking for a vein to poke.
Need some love?...
1030 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jan 2012 5:58pm
25th Jan 2012 5:58pm
Welcome To The Doll House
Welcome to the doll house,
But be sure to play nice.
No sharp increments,
That would end our lives.
Welcome to the doll house,
It's nice to meet you.
You are a tad bit torn,
But stiches should do.
Welcome to the doll house,
But you will never leave.
One final finish,
Now, your our only Queen.
Welcome to the doll house,
And please enjoy your stay.
Hand over your soul,
Now, let's go play.
But be sure to play nice.
No sharp increments,
That would end our lives.
Welcome to the doll house,
It's nice to meet you.
You are a tad bit torn,
But stiches should do.
Welcome to the doll house,
But you will never leave.
One final finish,
Now, your our only Queen.
Welcome to the doll house,
And please enjoy your stay.
Hand over your soul,
Now, let's go play.
810 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2011 5:57pm
23rd Aug 2011 5:57pm
Student Band
Josh plays bass guitar
completely out of tune.
Tasha sings while sucking from
a helium balloon.
Desiree plays piano with her
elbows and her chin.
Jeremiah bangs on buckets
with a plastic bowling pin.
Ben's nose has two kazoos;
one sharp, the other flat.
Lisa sits on bagpipes
sounding like a screaming cat.
We play this way on purpose
with a sound no one can stand.
It's fun to be the country's most
annoying student band.
Okay people . I know this isn't what I usually post. But we all need to...
completely out of tune.
Tasha sings while sucking from
a helium balloon.
Desiree plays piano with her
elbows and her chin.
Jeremiah bangs on buckets
with a plastic bowling pin.
Ben's nose has two kazoos;
one sharp, the other flat.
Lisa sits on bagpipes
sounding like a screaming cat.
We play this way on purpose
with a sound no one can stand.
It's fun to be the country's most
annoying student band.
Okay people . I know this isn't what I usually post. But we all need to...
989 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2011 8:11am
22nd Aug 2011 8:11am
I Am.
Hello.
You may or may not know me.
I destroy homes.
I tear families apart,
I’ll take your children and that is just the start.
I’m more precious the diamonds, more valued then gold.
The sorrows I bring are a sight to behold.
If you need me I’m easily found
I’m all around you in every city and every town.
I live with the rich I live with the poor.
I live down the street even next door.
I’m made in a lab just not the kind you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
I can be made in the closet or in the woods. ...
You may or may not know me.
I destroy homes.
I tear families apart,
I’ll take your children and that is just the start.
I’m more precious the diamonds, more valued then gold.
The sorrows I bring are a sight to behold.
If you need me I’m easily found
I’m all around you in every city and every town.
I live with the rich I live with the poor.
I live down the street even next door.
I’m made in a lab just not the kind you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
I can be made in the closet or in the woods. ...
2261 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Aug 2011 7:32am
21st Aug 2011 7:32am
Leave
I want to leave this place
I have to get out
I am going crazy
Because I can't scream or shout
I can't be me
Because me makes you mad
You're ruining my life,
Making it even worse than bad
I need to escape
To somewhere I can be free
Even if only for a while
I would be able to be me
I have no say in my life
You always tell me what to do
You can't accept I'm a different person;
One who doesn't think like you
I want to learn from MY mistakes
If I get murdered than that's my fate
I'm okay with that because...
I have to get out
I am going crazy
Because I can't scream or shout
I can't be me
Because me makes you mad
You're ruining my life,
Making it even worse than bad
I need to escape
To somewhere I can be free
Even if only for a while
I would be able to be me
I have no say in my life
You always tell me what to do
You can't accept I'm a different person;
One who doesn't think like you
I want to learn from MY mistakes
If I get murdered than that's my fate
I'm okay with that because...
882 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Aug 2011 7:37pm
16th Aug 2011 7:37pm
The Boy
There's a boy with blue eyes
And a sweet, carefree smile.
I see him around
Every once in awhile.
Now, I'm not one for romance
Or things mushy or sappy,
But there's something about him
That makes me quite happy.
Oh, sure, he's good-looking,
Anyone would say that's true,
But it's more than appearance;
I think it's something else, too.
Like the unexplainable warmth
When he glances at me
That seeps through to my core,
The exciting chemistry...
But I must forget all that,
It's a foolish aspiration.
I could...
And a sweet, carefree smile.
I see him around
Every once in awhile.
Now, I'm not one for romance
Or things mushy or sappy,
But there's something about him
That makes me quite happy.
Oh, sure, he's good-looking,
Anyone would say that's true,
But it's more than appearance;
I think it's something else, too.
Like the unexplainable warmth
When he glances at me
That seeps through to my core,
The exciting chemistry...
But I must forget all that,
It's a foolish aspiration.
I could...
871 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Aug 2011 3:33am
14th Aug 2011 3:33am
Liar
Maybe it was just a trick,
Loving someone makes me sick,
Let me go, and let me free,
Give me something to believe.
I am and was, my life a sin,
Sparkling eyes, evil grin,
We will soon fall apart,
Destroy this fine work of art.
It is gone, lost, forgotten,
Lay me in my wooden coffin,
Laugh and smile, it all is fake,
Bound me down for your own sake.
I'm a fool, lost and confused,
Crying silently like I've been abused,
Cry little child, cry forever,
We don't care, we don't love her.
Let her die, let her burn,...
Loving someone makes me sick,
Let me go, and let me free,
Give me something to believe.
I am and was, my life a sin,
Sparkling eyes, evil grin,
We will soon fall apart,
Destroy this fine work of art.
It is gone, lost, forgotten,
Lay me in my wooden coffin,
Laugh and smile, it all is fake,
Bound me down for your own sake.
I'm a fool, lost and confused,
Crying silently like I've been abused,
Cry little child, cry forever,
We don't care, we don't love her.
Let her die, let her burn,...
957 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2011 7:22pm
12th Aug 2011 7:22pm
Marijuna.
Just marijuana;
What’s wrong with that phrase.
Cop’s, lawyers and judges,
Not an eyebrow does raise.
Is that all? Marijuana,
They ask looking around.
It’s only a misdemeanor,
Unless real drugs can be found.
Only Marijuana;
Not much of a charge there.
They’ll give you probation,
And then send you to D. A. R. E.
Still it’s illegal,
And yes it’s a crime.
But you won’t learn a thing,
If it’s your first time.
They’re educated people who,
Believe you’re smart too.
Everyone deserves a second...
What’s wrong with that phrase.
Cop’s, lawyers and judges,
Not an eyebrow does raise.
Is that all? Marijuana,
They ask looking around.
It’s only a misdemeanor,
Unless real drugs can be found.
Only Marijuana;
Not much of a charge there.
They’ll give you probation,
And then send you to D. A. R. E.
Still it’s illegal,
And yes it’s a crime.
But you won’t learn a thing,
If it’s your first time.
They’re educated people who,
Believe you’re smart too.
Everyone deserves a second...
1211 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2011 7:08pm
12th Aug 2011 7:08pm
Monster's Sweet Kiss
Shoot me,
Inject me.
Miss me once,
How dare you neglect me.
Here I am,
Dancing in your veins.
I can help you,
Numb the pain.
I block out,
Your friends and family.
I block out,
The harshness of reality.
Your so blinded by me,
That you don't see.
You forgot who you are,
All you think about is me.
I am so addictive,
I am hard to forget.
You wish that you never,
Touched me now you regret.
Here I am,
Dancing in your veins.
Intoxicating your health,
Eating away your brain....
Inject me.
Miss me once,
How dare you neglect me.
Here I am,
Dancing in your veins.
I can help you,
Numb the pain.
I block out,
Your friends and family.
I block out,
The harshness of reality.
Your so blinded by me,
That you don't see.
You forgot who you are,
All you think about is me.
I am so addictive,
I am hard to forget.
You wish that you never,
Touched me now you regret.
Here I am,
Dancing in your veins.
Intoxicating your health,
Eating away your brain....
1110 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Aug 2011 5:00am
12th Aug 2011 5:00am
Brave Girl
I am a brave girl,
But not as brave as you think.
When the darkness surrounds me,
I simply start to shrink.
All of the shadows move around,
When there is silence in the house.
Then the handle starts going up and down,
And that noise is it the door or just a mouse.
Is there a vampire in the corridor?
WHAT is that awful sound?
Is it just my eyes?
Or are there really monsters all around?
When I close my eyes,
All of the stuff still stay.
I think they are hunting me,
Can’t they simply go away?
I tell myself each...
But not as brave as you think.
When the darkness surrounds me,
I simply start to shrink.
All of the shadows move around,
When there is silence in the house.
Then the handle starts going up and down,
And that noise is it the door or just a mouse.
Is there a vampire in the corridor?
WHAT is that awful sound?
Is it just my eyes?
Or are there really monsters all around?
When I close my eyes,
All of the stuff still stay.
I think they are hunting me,
Can’t they simply go away?
I tell myself each...
856 reads
2 Comments
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