Submissions by Vixenwings (Butterfly)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write whats on my mind. Most types of poems, most genres
SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 8:40pm
2nd May 2012 8:40pm
Dreams Dreams Dreams
I am a monster.
I have killed.
In my dreams,
I have no will.
I see the blood
I scream in fright.
I try to wake
But can't at night.
I am a monster.
I have killed.
In my dreams,
I have no will.
I see the gun
I let it pop.
Into my head,
With one last shot.
I am a monster.
I have killed.
In my dreams,
I have no will.
I have killed.
In my dreams,
I have no will.
I see the blood
I scream in fright.
I try to wake
But can't at night.
I am a monster.
I have killed.
In my dreams,
I have no will.
I see the gun
I let it pop.
Into my head,
With one last shot.
I am a monster.
I have killed.
In my dreams,
I have no will.
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SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2012 10:40pm
1st May 2012 10:40pm
Lets Talk About Frienship
Written in pen
Sealed with a kiss
If your my friend
please answer me this:
Are we Friends?
Or are we not?
You told me once
But I forgot
So tell me now
and tell the truth
So i can say
I'm here for you
Of all the friends
I ever met
You are the one
I won't forget
And if I die
before you do
I'll go to up high
And wait for you
I'll give the spirits
back their wings
Just to prove
That friendship stings.
Sealed with a kiss
If your my friend
please answer me this:
Are we Friends?
Or are we not?
You told me once
But I forgot
So tell me now
and tell the truth
So i can say
I'm here for you
Of all the friends
I ever met
You are the one
I won't forget
And if I die
before you do
I'll go to up high
And wait for you
I'll give the spirits
back their wings
Just to prove
That friendship stings.
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2012 10:37pm
1st May 2012 10:37pm
My Friend
I want to say I'm sorry for many reasons left unsaid
I want to say I miss you and the life that we once led
I want to be forgiven and forgive myself as well
I want to hold my head up high and no longer sit and dwell
How do you learn to love yourself after you perfected self-hate?
I want to shout ' I miss you so' yet knowing I'm too late
So much time has already passed but one thing still remains
The thought of you brings warmth to me and that will never change
We all have made mistakes in life, Lord knows I've made a few...
I want to say I miss you and the life that we once led
I want to be forgiven and forgive myself as well
I want to hold my head up high and no longer sit and dwell
How do you learn to love yourself after you perfected self-hate?
I want to shout ' I miss you so' yet knowing I'm too late
So much time has already passed but one thing still remains
The thought of you brings warmth to me and that will never change
We all have made mistakes in life, Lord knows I've made a few...
915 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 11:53pm
30th Apr 2012 11:53pm
I Love You
You are the first thought of my morning
And the last thought of the day.
You are the reason that I try so hard
To even want to say.
I love you.
You are my shining knight in armor
And the sheep I count at night.
You are the reason that I try so hard
To even shine so bright.
I love you.
You are the peanut to my butter
Or the pop to my tart.
You are the laces to my tennies
Or the beat to my heart.
You are the reason that I don’t have to try so hard
To say what’s on my mind.
Or even why I try to not
Be so...
And the last thought of the day.
You are the reason that I try so hard
To even want to say.
I love you.
You are my shining knight in armor
And the sheep I count at night.
You are the reason that I try so hard
To even shine so bright.
I love you.
You are the peanut to my butter
Or the pop to my tart.
You are the laces to my tennies
Or the beat to my heart.
You are the reason that I don’t have to try so hard
To say what’s on my mind.
Or even why I try to not
Be so...
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1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Apr 2012 8:37pm
30th Apr 2012 8:37pm
What IS a Poem Anyway?
This was supposed to be a poem
And a good one, at that.
But somewhere in my jumbled mind
The idea just fell flat.
The poem was amazing,
Sad, funny and sweet.
Thoughtful and intensified,
Really quite the treat.
But now I just sit here,
This pen in my hand.
Everything I write,
Is really kinda bland.
My brain thought it was funny.
Making me forget.
It does this all the time,
And I almost always fret.
This was supposed to be a poem.
But now it's plain to see.
That what you have just read
Has done...
And a good one, at that.
But somewhere in my jumbled mind
The idea just fell flat.
The poem was amazing,
Sad, funny and sweet.
Thoughtful and intensified,
Really quite the treat.
But now I just sit here,
This pen in my hand.
Everything I write,
Is really kinda bland.
My brain thought it was funny.
Making me forget.
It does this all the time,
And I almost always fret.
This was supposed to be a poem.
But now it's plain to see.
That what you have just read
Has done...
623 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 5:46am
29th Apr 2012 5:46am
This World of Sin
She turned and saw the look in her eye.
Then bowed her head and would start to cry.
For she knew in her heart she would never be hers.
Her feelings were warped and not returned.
In this world there are many "sins".
Homosexuality slides itself in
To take a win
in this world of sin.
Her feelings could not be put into words.
All she felt was the urge to die.
But then there she stood and wondered why.
Why couldn’t she feel the same way about her?
Why couldn’t her feelings be put into words?
Could she make it
Through...
Then bowed her head and would start to cry.
For she knew in her heart she would never be hers.
Her feelings were warped and not returned.
In this world there are many "sins".
Homosexuality slides itself in
To take a win
in this world of sin.
Her feelings could not be put into words.
All she felt was the urge to die.
But then there she stood and wondered why.
Why couldn’t she feel the same way about her?
Why couldn’t her feelings be put into words?
Could she make it
Through...
644 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 5:38am
29th Apr 2012 5:38am
Blossoms
I guess you could judge me by my appearance.
The puffy scars, the alien style, or the caked on eye liner.
The rugged outside shell of a budding flower
Is that all you see?
I guess you could pick at my temper.
See how long it takes for me to burst
One ugly, jagged layer of a budding flower
Is that what you see?
Perhaps you will see me, for who my friends are,
But not for whom I really am.
A beaten inner petal on a budding flower
Is this what you see?
Maybe, just maybe
You will be caring enough to try.
To see me for whom I...
The puffy scars, the alien style, or the caked on eye liner.
The rugged outside shell of a budding flower
Is that all you see?
I guess you could pick at my temper.
See how long it takes for me to burst
One ugly, jagged layer of a budding flower
Is that what you see?
Perhaps you will see me, for who my friends are,
But not for whom I really am.
A beaten inner petal on a budding flower
Is this what you see?
Maybe, just maybe
You will be caring enough to try.
To see me for whom I...
600 reads
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