Submissions by Vixenwings (Butterfly)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write whats on my mind. Most types of poems, most genres
Dearest Teddy
I know its technically a "My Name Is Chris" poem. But i wrote it for a friend whos little cousin died of a similar situation..
My dearest Teddy
Mommy's mad
I hear her yelling
loud at dad.
She comes upstairs
I scream in fear.
Her face is twisted,
Wet with tears.
I try to run
Out of sight.
She can hear me,
Sense my fright.
She might not mean
To hit so hard.
She might have forgotten
How big grown ups are.
But deep down inside
Of Mommy's big heart
I know that she loves me
With at...
My dearest Teddy
Mommy's mad
I hear her yelling
loud at dad.
She comes upstairs
I scream in fear.
Her face is twisted,
Wet with tears.
I try to run
Out of sight.
She can hear me,
Sense my fright.
She might not mean
To hit so hard.
She might have forgotten
How big grown ups are.
But deep down inside
Of Mommy's big heart
I know that she loves me
With at...
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Heartbreak
It seems like yesterday
We were best friends
We swore we'd be together
Until our lives came to an end
Together Forever
We swore we would be
Plans for the future
We made you and me
This morning I woke up
Thinking it was okay
Then felt like a part of me
Had drifted away
Day after day
That feeling grew stronger
Only then did I realize
the option of friendship, was no longer
When I lost you
A part of me died
When my thoughts were of you
Id start to cry
Then, one day
I heard awful news...
We were best friends
We swore we'd be together
Until our lives came to an end
Together Forever
We swore we would be
Plans for the future
We made you and me
This morning I woke up
Thinking it was okay
Then felt like a part of me
Had drifted away
Day after day
That feeling grew stronger
Only then did I realize
the option of friendship, was no longer
When I lost you
A part of me died
When my thoughts were of you
Id start to cry
Then, one day
I heard awful news...
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Friends
I've searched among my card displays,
To see if I could find,
Just a little word or two
That describes us... you and I.
To my dismay, not one word
captured us just right.
For no thesaurus could understand,
just what I'd like to write.
I even found it difficult,
to try to write it down.
Your description was impossible,
but then I finally found,
Its not about the words or phrases,
Or how to make it right.
Its why I'm friends with you that counts.
The things that make us tight.
I close my eyes and I see you,...
To see if I could find,
Just a little word or two
That describes us... you and I.
To my dismay, not one word
captured us just right.
For no thesaurus could understand,
just what I'd like to write.
I even found it difficult,
to try to write it down.
Your description was impossible,
but then I finally found,
Its not about the words or phrases,
Or how to make it right.
Its why I'm friends with you that counts.
The things that make us tight.
I close my eyes and I see you,...
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He Might Just Oblige
I sit in a chair
The detective in sight.
Not a word has been muttered
Not a sound in the night.
"Do you know what had happened
On that fateful day?
You're our only witness."
The detective would say
I just sat there quietly.
Not a word I would make.
Only the action
Of crying took place.
As I sift through the memories.
The good and the bad.
I come across one
Reminder thats sad.
Sad to the point of razors on wrists.
Sad to the point
That it came to this.
Bleeding and burned
With...
The detective in sight.
Not a word has been muttered
Not a sound in the night.
"Do you know what had happened
On that fateful day?
You're our only witness."
The detective would say
I just sat there quietly.
Not a word I would make.
Only the action
Of crying took place.
As I sift through the memories.
The good and the bad.
I come across one
Reminder thats sad.
Sad to the point of razors on wrists.
Sad to the point
That it came to this.
Bleeding and burned
With...
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Pockets
Pens and a razor.
Some bandaids.
A wipe.
Thesea are all things
in my pocket
at this very moment.
These are all things
I cannot live without.
The pens draw designs
Slowly on my body.
Wherever the pens go
They're on my skin
Waiting to be traced.
Traced by the razor
Residing next to them.
Just a small blade
Only used in emergency
Situations.
Carved and bleeding
My masterpiece finishes
Blood starts clotting
Almost immediately.
This is where the wipe
Comes into play.
Always...
Some bandaids.
A wipe.
Thesea are all things
in my pocket
at this very moment.
These are all things
I cannot live without.
The pens draw designs
Slowly on my body.
Wherever the pens go
They're on my skin
Waiting to be traced.
Traced by the razor
Residing next to them.
Just a small blade
Only used in emergency
Situations.
Carved and bleeding
My masterpiece finishes
Blood starts clotting
Almost immediately.
This is where the wipe
Comes into play.
Always...
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Christmas :)
Cinnamon wafted through the air
Hallmark cards all along the mantle stared
Rings of gold mark the fifth day
Insane family marked the way
Strings of ribbon, on the tree
Tinsle wrapped around the wreath
My uncle sings a Christmas song
And cousins join, to sing along
Such a happy memory.
Hallmark cards all along the mantle stared
Rings of gold mark the fifth day
Insane family marked the way
Strings of ribbon, on the tree
Tinsle wrapped around the wreath
My uncle sings a Christmas song
And cousins join, to sing along
Such a happy memory.
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My Fault
I want you to be my lover
I want you to be my friend
I want you to make me feel
Like my life would never end.
Now I'm forced to sit here
Body crying for my soul
Wishing you could see me
While I lay here on the floor.
It's all my fault
You see
Everything that happens
Your sour days are all my fault
But you'll never see my need.
I cry out almost
Every day
That is plain to see
I wish that you would understand
How hard I try
JUST to be me..
You tell me I don't talk
But are you sure that you...
I want you to be my friend
I want you to make me feel
Like my life would never end.
Now I'm forced to sit here
Body crying for my soul
Wishing you could see me
While I lay here on the floor.
It's all my fault
You see
Everything that happens
Your sour days are all my fault
But you'll never see my need.
I cry out almost
Every day
That is plain to see
I wish that you would understand
How hard I try
JUST to be me..
You tell me I don't talk
But are you sure that you...
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Bully
I thought it to be fair
For me to make you hurt.
After all you'd put ME through
I'd make you feel my worst.
I beat you till my knuckles bled
You were passed out cold.
I thought that you were dead.
You never spoke a word to me
I thought it only fair.
Words were not yet needed
In this hateful love affair.
You pummeled on me
Black and blue
Till your muscles ached.
Every day
You did this
'Til I couldn't wake.
I just lie there on linoleum
Waiting for some help ...
For me to make you hurt.
After all you'd put ME through
I'd make you feel my worst.
I beat you till my knuckles bled
You were passed out cold.
I thought that you were dead.
You never spoke a word to me
I thought it only fair.
Words were not yet needed
In this hateful love affair.
You pummeled on me
Black and blue
Till your muscles ached.
Every day
You did this
'Til I couldn't wake.
I just lie there on linoleum
Waiting for some help ...
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Gender?
I am the other gender
Or am I?
Who really knows.
Seeming as I'm not one gender
But bigender in a sense
My looks always put people
In a false pretense.
I am female by appearance
But halfway male inside
Some people call me "tomboy"
But they don't get my stride.
I go by all the pronouns
He, She, and It
My explanation of myself
Is really kinda shit..
Or am I?
Who really knows.
Seeming as I'm not one gender
But bigender in a sense
My looks always put people
In a false pretense.
I am female by appearance
But halfway male inside
Some people call me "tomboy"
But they don't get my stride.
I go by all the pronouns
He, She, and It
My explanation of myself
Is really kinda shit..
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These People
I have been in these people's shoes
The ones you talk about.
I've been the one to butt into
A conversation just to shout.
I know where they come from,
But at the same time no, I don't.
I really wish I knew what comes
Of the comments said that hurt.
It seems to me
These people here
That argue just because
Are people
Who are people
Defending what they believe
Is just.
The ones you talk about.
I've been the one to butt into
A conversation just to shout.
I know where they come from,
But at the same time no, I don't.
I really wish I knew what comes
Of the comments said that hurt.
It seems to me
These people here
That argue just because
Are people
Who are people
Defending what they believe
Is just.
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You
You see right through my pretenses
You look right through my mask.
You know exactly when I need a hug
I never have to ask.
You're here when I am lonely.
You stay when I cry.
You call me when you need me.
Even though I don't know why.
You're there for all my dark moments.
You always see my light.
You're always there, by my side,
Even when I can't take flight.
You catch me when I fall
Cheer me up when I'm depressed
All of my rude comments
You shrug away in jest.
You help me when I'm needy ...
You look right through my mask.
You know exactly when I need a hug
I never have to ask.
You're here when I am lonely.
You stay when I cry.
You call me when you need me.
Even though I don't know why.
You're there for all my dark moments.
You always see my light.
You're always there, by my side,
Even when I can't take flight.
You catch me when I fall
Cheer me up when I'm depressed
All of my rude comments
You shrug away in jest.
You help me when I'm needy ...
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Addict
Close the door
Feel the pain
Turn on the shower
Let it rain.
Wash the blood
Upon my wrists
They're always angry
Shaking fists.
The blade is sharp
Against my skin
They don't get it
I can't win.
I feel disgusting
I feel hated
By all but my knife
Calm and serated.
Against my skin
New scars appear
Bright and risen
They scream for all to hear.
I hate my body
I hate my skin
The scars I make
Are now my kin.
I am an addict ...
Feel the pain
Turn on the shower
Let it rain.
Wash the blood
Upon my wrists
They're always angry
Shaking fists.
The blade is sharp
Against my skin
They don't get it
I can't win.
I feel disgusting
I feel hated
By all but my knife
Calm and serated.
Against my skin
New scars appear
Bright and risen
They scream for all to hear.
I hate my body
I hate my skin
The scars I make
Are now my kin.
I am an addict ...
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