Submissions by WiccanGoddess15
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!" I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. the first poem I ever learned
DARK POEM
Published
5th Sep 2015 4:03am
5th Sep 2015 4:03am
Running
Running through my head like if
Running from something scary
Not sure what is chancing me
Have not wanted to see
It's almost like I feel it stalk me
just waiting for its time when it
Can take me down
Am I the hunted or prey
I am trying to stay out of my
head so I don't get sucked in
With no way out
Running from something scary
Not sure what is chancing me
Have not wanted to see
It's almost like I feel it stalk me
just waiting for its time when it
Can take me down
Am I the hunted or prey
I am trying to stay out of my
head so I don't get sucked in
With no way out
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Sep 2015 3:44pm
4th Sep 2015 3:44pm
Insomnia
I fight with a Bitch called Insomnia;
four days without any real sleep now...
so tired I feel crazy
My mind racing, my body weak; "Oh God,
this is Bleak,"
I pop sleeping pills like pez and yet still,
no Relief
No sleep or rest, as I toss and turn trying to
not wake you
So I get up but my absence wakes you faster...
insomnia you're a bastard
I beg and plead for just an hour, but I think the
Sandman finds it funny; what a fucked-up sense
of humor he has
Every time I close my eyes I see...
four days without any real sleep now...
so tired I feel crazy
My mind racing, my body weak; "Oh God,
this is Bleak,"
I pop sleeping pills like pez and yet still,
no Relief
No sleep or rest, as I toss and turn trying to
not wake you
So I get up but my absence wakes you faster...
insomnia you're a bastard
I beg and plead for just an hour, but I think the
Sandman finds it funny; what a fucked-up sense
of humor he has
Every time I close my eyes I see...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2015 5:02am
4th Sep 2015 5:02am
Stress
Stress is like a raging river,
flowing like rapids over the rocks,
beating upon every rock and log along
it's path
Spinning and dancing along the way
calming everything that gets in it's way
never calming it self
but just beating and running hard
My body is feeling it, almost as if
I myself were beat against those rocks
I don't know if I should scream, pray,
or just pass-out
Life and stress gets a hold of everyone
now and again how we handle it is what
separates us
Some yell and treat everyone around them...
flowing like rapids over the rocks,
beating upon every rock and log along
it's path
Spinning and dancing along the way
calming everything that gets in it's way
never calming it self
but just beating and running hard
My body is feeling it, almost as if
I myself were beat against those rocks
I don't know if I should scream, pray,
or just pass-out
Life and stress gets a hold of everyone
now and again how we handle it is what
separates us
Some yell and treat everyone around them...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 6:59pm
3rd Sep 2015 6:59pm
"The Cabin in the Valley."
In a Valley, in between
two Great Mountains sits
a snow covered cabin
From afar, all You can
see of it, is Smoke rising
from its chimney, into the
sky
It's not a big cabin but
it's perfect to the person
living there
When You walk out the door
there is a Wonderful river
filled with so many fish,
that You couldn't count
them
Deer, nonchalantly walk
across the yard looking for
food and to drink from the
water
A man sits at the window
watching the snow falling
ever so quietly
He grabs His coat...
two Great Mountains sits
a snow covered cabin
From afar, all You can
see of it, is Smoke rising
from its chimney, into the
sky
It's not a big cabin but
it's perfect to the person
living there
When You walk out the door
there is a Wonderful river
filled with so many fish,
that You couldn't count
them
Deer, nonchalantly walk
across the yard looking for
food and to drink from the
water
A man sits at the window
watching the snow falling
ever so quietly
He grabs His coat...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 7:20am
3rd Sep 2015 7:20am
What I want you to do to me
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2015 10:03pm
2nd Sep 2015 10:03pm
"The Wind, The Rain, The Dance."
As the rain hits my window with
its rhythmic dance; plop, plop,
plop
My mind wanders to a time when,
I was young and sitting on the
riverbank with my sister
The water rushing over rocks
like it's in a hurry to meet
the ocean
The river makes a rippling effect
as my sister throws a stone
Plop it says
Soon the rain came but we didn't
care as the cool water hit our
hot skin
Each drop that hits the river
makes a plopping sound followed
by a ripple
As I sat there and watched the
rain dance with the river...
its rhythmic dance; plop, plop,
plop
My mind wanders to a time when,
I was young and sitting on the
riverbank with my sister
The water rushing over rocks
like it's in a hurry to meet
the ocean
The river makes a rippling effect
as my sister throws a stone
Plop it says
Soon the rain came but we didn't
care as the cool water hit our
hot skin
Each drop that hits the river
makes a plopping sound followed
by a ripple
As I sat there and watched the
rain dance with the river...
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