Submissions by WestcoastWeirdo (Broken Brainworks)
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th May 2023 10:25pm
15th May 2023 10:25pm
Untitled
There once was a boy who was just for fun
She knew this all along and still didn’t run.
She’d play him on bored days, lonely ones too
He’d laugh at her then, for he knew her truth.
At the end of the day, he’d leave her once again
She needed that fancy-freedom every now and then.
But he knew, just like she did, where her freedom rested
And it wasn’t with him, as everyone expected.
So, he let her go every time to free her soul
For she came back to him this way, completely whole.
She knew this all along and still didn’t run.
She’d play him on bored days, lonely ones too
He’d laugh at her then, for he knew her truth.
At the end of the day, he’d leave her once again
She needed that fancy-freedom every now and then.
But he knew, just like she did, where her freedom rested
And it wasn’t with him, as everyone expected.
So, he let her go every time to free her soul
For she came back to him this way, completely whole.
#relationships
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2019 7:47pm
22nd Feb 2019 7:47pm
Siren
Just another drop in the water
I am the ocean's daughter
Drowning in blue and green
The prettiest death you've ever seen.
The moon is full of sorrow
But she escapes tomorrow
To adventures not known to me
For I am bound to this godforsaken sea.
I am the ocean's daughter
Drowning in blue and green
The prettiest death you've ever seen.
The moon is full of sorrow
But she escapes tomorrow
To adventures not known to me
For I am bound to this godforsaken sea.
#water
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2019 7:43pm
22nd Feb 2019 7:43pm
Magik Faeries
The flowers tell me Faeries are their masters
The trees say those lies are disasters
The centipede chattered as they paced
The rocks just sat there stone faced.
The bees buzzed by
The clouds stayed up high
The wind continued to blow
The water did lazily flow.
I ignored the flowers, the trees,
The centipedes and the bees
I shunned the rocks, the water
The clouds and the wind (even though I fought her)
I followed the clover and mushroom trail
Until I came upon a Magik snail
It knew my questions, I did not...
The trees say those lies are disasters
The centipede chattered as they paced
The rocks just sat there stone faced.
The bees buzzed by
The clouds stayed up high
The wind continued to blow
The water did lazily flow.
I ignored the flowers, the trees,
The centipedes and the bees
I shunned the rocks, the water
The clouds and the wind (even though I fought her)
I followed the clover and mushroom trail
Until I came upon a Magik snail
It knew my questions, I did not...
#fairies
#magic
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ANGER POEM
Published
21st Jul 2017 9:20pm
21st Jul 2017 9:20pm
MS BS
You may think whatever you shove down my throat, I'll swallow, but you don't know that I'm a biter.
I was raised to stand up for myself, to be aware, to question everything, to not cower down but to be a fighter.
You may wrap your poison around my hopes, my body, my life and even my mind until you are victorious...or so it seems.
But what you've got, I gave you. True battle is a dance of sacrifices to protect what's most important and so...I shall simply change my dreams.
I was raised to stand up for myself, to be aware, to question everything, to not cower down but to be a fighter.
You may wrap your poison around my hopes, my body, my life and even my mind until you are victorious...or so it seems.
But what you've got, I gave you. True battle is a dance of sacrifices to protect what's most important and so...I shall simply change my dreams.
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jul 2017 9:14pm
21st Jul 2017 9:14pm
*Boom*
And so you ask Him for His help. You ask for His guidance, His insight. You ask that He steer you down the right path, that He gently nudge you in the right direction, that He saves you from yourself because He knows best. You have done this for a long time and you do several times a day and at the end of your prayers at night. You trust Him irrevocably.
You know He knows best but, yet, when the signs start happening, you second guess them; perhaps coincidences. When your pleas are being answered, why do you not accept them? Why do you not trust them?
But you...
You know He knows best but, yet, when the signs start happening, you second guess them; perhaps coincidences. When your pleas are being answered, why do you not accept them? Why do you not trust them?
But you...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 5:30am
6th Sep 2014 5:30am
Will You?
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer yours.
The sun has stopped shining
And instead the rain pours.
The window to my heart closes
And so does its doors?
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer yours.
My soul bares its teeth
But only the eyes roar.
Its wings clipped short
But still I soar?
I ask
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer yours.
When it's too late?
When I'm no longer yours.
The sun has stopped shining
And instead the rain pours.
The window to my heart closes
And so does its doors?
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer yours.
My soul bares its teeth
But only the eyes roar.
Its wings clipped short
But still I soar?
I ask
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer yours.
When it's too late?
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2013 4:44am
30th Mar 2013 4:44am
Fitting Out
Fitting in
Isn't what life is all about.
You should embrace
Your fitting out.
When you feel in doubt
Sad & lonely
Gather yourself and shout
I am strong, I am confident.
Be yourself
Don't sit there & pout.
Who cares about them
Don't be puny, be stout.
Fitting in
Isn't what life is all about
You should embrace
Your fitting out.
Isn't what life is all about.
You should embrace
Your fitting out.
When you feel in doubt
Sad & lonely
Gather yourself and shout
I am strong, I am confident.
Be yourself
Don't sit there & pout.
Who cares about them
Don't be puny, be stout.
Fitting in
Isn't what life is all about
You should embrace
Your fitting out.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Mar 2013 4:36am
10th Mar 2013 4:36am
Interview with Self
I am in a mood. In a funk. I've lost myself and am tired of leading the search party. I want to give up, accept the situation as it is. But that's considered unhealthy. We always have to strive to be a better self! With that b.s. in mind, I asked my self about this belief and here is how the conversation went:
Me: Hello, Self. How are you today?
Self: Fuck off.
Me: Niiiice. Umm. I'm going to ask you a few questions about being better.
Self: Fuck off. What's so great about being better?
Me: Exactly! Right? Why can't we just be who we...
Me: Hello, Self. How are you today?
Self: Fuck off.
Me: Niiiice. Umm. I'm going to ask you a few questions about being better.
Self: Fuck off. What's so great about being better?
Me: Exactly! Right? Why can't we just be who we...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 4:30am
10th Mar 2013 4:30am
The Stupid Fairy
In a tree so high and bright
Sat three chicks this warm night
Dreams of flight they each had shared
In the Evening's warmth and care.
Mornings came and mornings went
Their thoughts and dreams less content
With each Day's hours spent
Not knowing what practice meant.
Wished and wished and dreamed until
A fairy arrived and said, "I feel...
As if you may or as if you might
Be ready to take your first real flight."
"Come to the edge and try this time.
I'll be here and you'll be fine,
You're only lacking one small...
Sat three chicks this warm night
Dreams of flight they each had shared
In the Evening's warmth and care.
Mornings came and mornings went
Their thoughts and dreams less content
With each Day's hours spent
Not knowing what practice meant.
Wished and wished and dreamed until
A fairy arrived and said, "I feel...
As if you may or as if you might
Be ready to take your first real flight."
"Come to the edge and try this time.
I'll be here and you'll be fine,
You're only lacking one small...
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Apr 2012 2:12am
4th Apr 2012 2:12am
Daddy Issues. Mommy Miss-Yous.
Down Down Down
The rabbit hole.
Down Down Down
Just like last night on the pole.
She ponders She wonders
She plunders away her soul.
Daddy issues. Mommy miss-you's.
She was a bargain mess
With dirt cheap drama
And eyes filled with worthless hope.
Daddy issues. Mommy miss-you's.
Her once priceless dreams
Tagged for Blue Light Specials
Was more than she could cope.
And so she goes
Down Down Down
The rabbit hole.
Down Down Down
Just like last night on the pole.
She ponders She wonders
She...
The rabbit hole.
Down Down Down
Just like last night on the pole.
She ponders She wonders
She plunders away her soul.
Daddy issues. Mommy miss-you's.
She was a bargain mess
With dirt cheap drama
And eyes filled with worthless hope.
Daddy issues. Mommy miss-you's.
Her once priceless dreams
Tagged for Blue Light Specials
Was more than she could cope.
And so she goes
Down Down Down
The rabbit hole.
Down Down Down
Just like last night on the pole.
She ponders She wonders
She...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Mar 2012 2:28am
28th Mar 2012 2:28am
What is Love but a Laughing Clown
What is love
But a laughing clown?
Its sadistic face
Its icy frown.
Its mocking eyes
Its haughty stares.
Its haunting smile
Its hideous glares.
What is love
But a laughing clown?
Its painted features
Its shielding gown.
Its desperate excuses
Its accusing lies.
Its mask of pleasure
Its arrogant sighs.
What is love
But a laughing clown?
Indeed,
A hysterical one.
But a laughing clown?
Its sadistic face
Its icy frown.
Its mocking eyes
Its haughty stares.
Its haunting smile
Its hideous glares.
What is love
But a laughing clown?
Its painted features
Its shielding gown.
Its desperate excuses
Its accusing lies.
Its mask of pleasure
Its arrogant sighs.
What is love
But a laughing clown?
Indeed,
A hysterical one.
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