Submissions by Vixenwings (Butterfly)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write whats on my mind. Most types of poems, most genres
ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jul 2014 8:07am
4th Jul 2014 8:07am
Control
I hate it.
How you control me
Even now, we're done.
Gone.
Finished.
And yet you still
Have control
Of
My
Actions.
My words.
Short and sweet.
They never betray you
For you control me.
I hate it.
I'm finished.
I need to move on.
I've burned your crap,
Turned it to ashes
Dust.
Gone.
Yet you still control me
You make new friendships hard
Dating, harder.
You're gone.
I'm finished.
Time
To
Move
On
How you control me
Even now, we're done.
Gone.
Finished.
And yet you still
Have control
Of
My
Actions.
My words.
Short and sweet.
They never betray you
For you control me.
I hate it.
I'm finished.
I need to move on.
I've burned your crap,
Turned it to ashes
Dust.
Gone.
Yet you still control me
You make new friendships hard
Dating, harder.
You're gone.
I'm finished.
Time
To
Move
On
738 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2013 8:02am
18th Nov 2013 8:02am
I miss this
The dull click of keys being pressed.
The smell of ink on paper.
I miss the way You used to read.
The way the words would dance from Your lips.
We wrote together.
The most intimate of acts.
Exposing your inner thoughts
For another's judgement.
"It's good" You'd say
"Could be better though"
The love was what would drive me.
Your careful words would fly off the page.
I wanted to be like You.
Way back when, You see.
Here's the problem with that thought.
We're just too different, You...
The smell of ink on paper.
I miss the way You used to read.
The way the words would dance from Your lips.
We wrote together.
The most intimate of acts.
Exposing your inner thoughts
For another's judgement.
"It's good" You'd say
"Could be better though"
The love was what would drive me.
Your careful words would fly off the page.
I wanted to be like You.
Way back when, You see.
Here's the problem with that thought.
We're just too different, You...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 6:55am
21st Jan 2013 6:55am
Sleep
In my head
Nightmares invade
Sleep evades me
"Only me" I think.
My head won't stop
Nightmares invade
Insomnia takes over
Awake as always.
Sleep evades me
Until dawn I lay
Crying softly
Keeping quiet
Sleep evades me
Nightmares invade
Sleep evades me
"Only me" I think.
My head won't stop
Nightmares invade
Insomnia takes over
Awake as always.
Sleep evades me
Until dawn I lay
Crying softly
Keeping quiet
Sleep evades me
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 11:48pm
20th Jan 2013 11:48pm
I Try
I try so hard
To make you see
Who I am inside.
I try so hard
To make you see
The rules I can't abide.
These past four years
Have been rough
What I've put you through.
What you don't know
Is how I feel
When I tell the truth.
I've given up.
You just won't see
A world where you can't be.
And even when I try so hard
So maybe you can see.
You'll never know how much it hurts
When you can't see me.
To make you see
Who I am inside.
I try so hard
To make you see
The rules I can't abide.
These past four years
Have been rough
What I've put you through.
What you don't know
Is how I feel
When I tell the truth.
I've given up.
You just won't see
A world where you can't be.
And even when I try so hard
So maybe you can see.
You'll never know how much it hurts
When you can't see me.
781 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Dec 2012 10:57pm
27th Dec 2012 10:57pm
Tease
I'm on this site
Most every day
And yet its plain to see
I havent posted
In a while
This is an apology.
Writers block
Is such a sham
My brain is such a tease.
I'll have ideas
At random times
I even write them down.
But yet here I am
Staring blankly
At my keys.
Most every day
And yet its plain to see
I havent posted
In a while
This is an apology.
Writers block
Is such a sham
My brain is such a tease.
I'll have ideas
At random times
I even write them down.
But yet here I am
Staring blankly
At my keys.
904 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 3:30am
27th Nov 2012 3:30am
Superhero
My mom always told me
"You'll be a superhero
For a little kid one day."
I didn't believe
Something that cool
Was possible for me.
"Me? A superhero?
You're joking"
I said.
I didn't believe
Something that amazing
Was in my future.
But now I do.
I understand now.
What a superhero really is.
It's someone who
You look up to.
Who can make you
See the world
From a different perspective.
I was painting
Hacking away at a canvas
With my paintbrush.
My...
"You'll be a superhero
For a little kid one day."
I didn't believe
Something that cool
Was possible for me.
"Me? A superhero?
You're joking"
I said.
I didn't believe
Something that amazing
Was in my future.
But now I do.
I understand now.
What a superhero really is.
It's someone who
You look up to.
Who can make you
See the world
From a different perspective.
I was painting
Hacking away at a canvas
With my paintbrush.
My...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2012 9:35pm
20th Nov 2012 9:35pm
Falling Snow
Peaceful
Is a word I'd use
For the drifting sight.
A snowfall
For the ages
That has everything in white.
I wake up from soft slumber
And crawl out of my bed
To see the little snowflakes
That dance around my head.
Simple and so beautiful
The first snow always seems
It's too bad my little neighbors
Stomp inside my snowy dream.
Is a word I'd use
For the drifting sight.
A snowfall
For the ages
That has everything in white.
I wake up from soft slumber
And crawl out of my bed
To see the little snowflakes
That dance around my head.
Simple and so beautiful
The first snow always seems
It's too bad my little neighbors
Stomp inside my snowy dream.
835 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 00:57am
19th Nov 2012 00:57am
Schyler Morgan
My first love?
A girl she was.
Tore my heart out.
Piece
By
Piece
But I came back
Whenever she called
Tried to stitch myself up
Piece
By
Piece
It's been three years
Since we've seen one another
She'll just rip me apart again
Piece
By aching
Piece
A girl she was.
Tore my heart out.
Piece
By
Piece
But I came back
Whenever she called
Tried to stitch myself up
Piece
By
Piece
It's been three years
Since we've seen one another
She'll just rip me apart again
Piece
By aching
Piece
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Nov 2012 00:45am
19th Nov 2012 00:45am
The Park
My favorite memory
Is the first day we hung out.
I was nervous as all get out
And dressed up for the event.
We walked to a park
At your old school.
I'd remember.
I have the blisters to prove it.
You chased me through
A patch of trees.
If I remember correctly.
Once we got there
We screwed around.
Played truth.
Shared memories
Of who we once were.
And then there was the jungle gym.
You and I sat down.
I rubbed my aching feet and then
You turned me around. ...
Is the first day we hung out.
I was nervous as all get out
And dressed up for the event.
We walked to a park
At your old school.
I'd remember.
I have the blisters to prove it.
You chased me through
A patch of trees.
If I remember correctly.
Once we got there
We screwed around.
Played truth.
Shared memories
Of who we once were.
And then there was the jungle gym.
You and I sat down.
I rubbed my aching feet and then
You turned me around. ...
727 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2012 3:00am
16th Nov 2012 3:00am
Empty Promises
I hurt more now than words can say
Lonely and unwanted
Overly dramatic
Vain feelings misdirected
Even a bitch at times.
You stand there seeming happy
Only she can see
Underneath the very layers
That I coudn't reach....
Lonely and unwanted
Overly dramatic
Vain feelings misdirected
Even a bitch at times.
You stand there seeming happy
Only she can see
Underneath the very layers
That I coudn't reach....
690 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
13th Nov 2012 3:17am
13th Nov 2012 3:17am
Undoings
If only I could undo
The day those words
Were carved into my ankle.
My mom wouldn't
Have had a reason
Not to trust me.
My ex and I
Might still be together
To have celebrated a year.
My dad might still
Look at me
Without fear in his eyes
My sister might not
Judge me so harshly
As the "problem child".
Because I wouldn't be.
I'd still be me.
I'd still be
Happy
The day those words
Were carved into my ankle.
My mom wouldn't
Have had a reason
Not to trust me.
My ex and I
Might still be together
To have celebrated a year.
My dad might still
Look at me
Without fear in his eyes
My sister might not
Judge me so harshly
As the "problem child".
Because I wouldn't be.
I'd still be me.
I'd still be
Happy
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 2:38am
10th Nov 2012 2:38am
My Hero
I have only let one person see
My darkest moments.
I have only let one person see
The blood dripping down
My skin.
I have only let one person see
The wet trail
Left by the unmistakeable look of
My tears.
I have only let one person see
The rough contours
Of scarred skin
Telling
My story.
These moments are simply
My worst.
My blood.
My tears.
My scars.
My story.
And he listened to
It all
My hero..
My darkest moments.
I have only let one person see
The blood dripping down
My skin.
I have only let one person see
The wet trail
Left by the unmistakeable look of
My tears.
I have only let one person see
The rough contours
Of scarred skin
Telling
My story.
These moments are simply
My worst.
My blood.
My tears.
My scars.
My story.
And he listened to
It all
My hero..
634 reads
1 Comment
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