Submissions by Whispered_Words (DRooney)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Oct 2011 1:35pm
20th Oct 2011 1:35pm
"The Changed Girl Is Ranting - Part Four"
Through time and time agian I find the love of another so foul and disgrace it from my own mind(s). But then this girl of simple standards and broken homes, a plain jane from on the outside until I take a deeper look inside the mind of another writer, another hopelesss romantic, another lone soul waiting to be found. And although I never told her of my moments of darkness or my unfathamable torments I hardly ever knew she does accept me and make me feel whole though I know I may never be so. She gives me what I never could have and never did recieve though I gave it quite often, so often in...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Sep 2011 8:50pm
26th Sep 2011 8:50pm
"The Broken Girl Is Ranting - Part Three"
As I looked over at the two women a wave of saddness washed over me, like a pebble lost at sea, I felt myself drifting farther away in a black pool of yearning. I knew that I would never have that relationship with my mother like my mother has with her own. I knew there would be no randomly coming over or calling every other day to see how the weather is, no sharing recipies, no cooking pies together. Though that somewhat scared me, and made me want to hold my mother close--even though that would be interrupting, I knew that in the end it would be for the best. That having a close-to-none...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Aug 2011 5:30am
30th Aug 2011 5:30am
"My Secret Suicide"
To keep a secret suicide secret you mustn't tell anyone, but what about when you're trying to comfort someone who is thinking about suicide and you're sitting there popping pills into your mouth? How about when you're telling the one you love that "everything will be okay" but what they don't know is that your hands are shaking and you can feel yourself dying? Maybe at the moment they start to feel better and you can hardly reply because the keyboard is spinning and you can see the little girl staring at you from your bed, knowing that you're giving in? Trying to focus on the two...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Aug 2011 11:29pm
29th Aug 2011 11:29pm
"Self Suicide"
I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop. I want the pain to stop....
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Aug 2011 10:30pm
27th Aug 2011 10:30pm
"The Lonely"
( 1:35 AM )
Her thought on suicide is exetremely sensitive, meaning she feels that the only way to stop the pain is through suicide, which makes sense saying as no one (myself) has ever told her differently. I know that I don't need to die to stop the pain, I don't need to hurt myself but sometimes the thought lingers by and suddenly the feeling arises once more. Though I know that no one would understand this because "I have people who love me and want to help me"--Not saying I don't but when I am put in the position of remembering past and feeling how Dani feel at the...
Her thought on suicide is exetremely sensitive, meaning she feels that the only way to stop the pain is through suicide, which makes sense saying as no one (myself) has ever told her differently. I know that I don't need to die to stop the pain, I don't need to hurt myself but sometimes the thought lingers by and suddenly the feeling arises once more. Though I know that no one would understand this because "I have people who love me and want to help me"--Not saying I don't but when I am put in the position of remembering past and feeling how Dani feel at the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2011 4:56pm
26th Aug 2011 4:56pm
"The Happy Girl Is Ranting - Part two"
Your hair is nighttime tears, your eyes chocolate pools, your lips the softest of candies--sweet against my own mouth. Even when we didn't know each other I thought that you looked daring and cute when I would trace my fingers over your freckles so that your face would fill up with hot blush, something I knew you weren't used to. The look on your face when your eyes widened and then you looked away saying "No" though your eyes clearly said "Please don't stop". To think that just one year ago today we became something more then friends, diving down into something I myself...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Aug 2011 4:50pm
26th Aug 2011 4:50pm
"To Write Love On Her Arms"
She writes the words slowly, crosses her T's real quiet, dots her I's nicely, constantly wiping the tears off the paper she has taken five years to write.
She feel so much hatred, so much pain, just wants it all to go away, forever hurting inside but no one sees this she is the master of deception and hiding her feelings.
She holds the blade too tight so it hurts her fingers, her arms aren't bare but that's alright because soon no one will know the difference between new and old.
She has parents but they mistreat her, abuse her to nothing, so she no longer feels human she is...
She feel so much hatred, so much pain, just wants it all to go away, forever hurting inside but no one sees this she is the master of deception and hiding her feelings.
She holds the blade too tight so it hurts her fingers, her arms aren't bare but that's alright because soon no one will know the difference between new and old.
She has parents but they mistreat her, abuse her to nothing, so she no longer feels human she is...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Aug 2011 8:49am
24th Aug 2011 8:49am
"I will Swallow"
My mind was still racing with the never ending denial system that was always kept busy, reminding me, yet at the same time trying to hide the fact that my first time dealing with sex (which I was lead to believe by my own mind was somewhat 'enjoyable' and I was willing) was a lie. A fucking lie. Just like every other memory in the file cabinet known as the mind of a 'mad girl'. I was decieved by myself and that makes me a very good liar, saying as I believe my own lie for a long six years. Indeed my heart was suffering in the utter pain that my childhood was taken by pain and blood but then...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
8th Aug 2011 2:21pm
8th Aug 2011 2:21pm
"Amnesiac"
She's sitting at her desk, writing something down a poem or a story of some sort something to keep her mind afloat and going. The sound of claws clipping against the hard wood floor remind her of the cat she has, what was it's name? Teapot is making such a loud noise though she could've sworn she had just taken it off the burner. She gets up and goes into the kitchen, the sun was setting though wasn't it just bright out; she remembers because the light had hurt her eyes when she looked up--or wait that could've just been the lamp. What is she doing in the kitchen again? Oh yes, the tea though...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Aug 2011 1:39pm
8th Aug 2011 1:39pm
"Daylight Savings"
Ignore the pain, Ignore the shadow sitting on my bed, Ignore the feeling shooting up my heart into my head---it's almost over and then it'll fade.
Ignore the hurt, Ignore the voices billowing in my room, Ignore the stars burning down to the earth from my space---it's almost over and then it'll fade.
Ignore the tingle, Ignore the laugh clawing through my throat, Ignore the stinging of my eyes locked to the words on screen---it's almost over and then it'll fade.
Ignore the words, Ignore the whispers jolting down from my ceiling, Ignore the yearning to shut my brain down to...
Ignore the hurt, Ignore the voices billowing in my room, Ignore the stars burning down to the earth from my space---it's almost over and then it'll fade.
Ignore the tingle, Ignore the laugh clawing through my throat, Ignore the stinging of my eyes locked to the words on screen---it's almost over and then it'll fade.
Ignore the words, Ignore the whispers jolting down from my ceiling, Ignore the yearning to shut my brain down to...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2011 6:59am
6th Aug 2011 6:59am
"Underground Words"
Once open, adoring, loving and secure.
Now hidden and kept under chains and leashes.
Don't touch, don't see, don't read me, please?
I am not for all whom I know to see only to strangers and upkept people.
No, No, I do love you, I need you, I want you, I adore you.
Which is why I want to keep you safe away from my thoughts and history.
Sometimes when I write I don't think about anyone or anything but the words that
S P I L L
the words that burn your heart and make you twist in agony.
Though you must comply that who I was has become who I am.
The person...
Now hidden and kept under chains and leashes.
Don't touch, don't see, don't read me, please?
I am not for all whom I know to see only to strangers and upkept people.
No, No, I do love you, I need you, I want you, I adore you.
Which is why I want to keep you safe away from my thoughts and history.
Sometimes when I write I don't think about anyone or anything but the words that
S P I L L
the words that burn your heart and make you twist in agony.
Though you must comply that who I was has become who I am.
The person...
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