Submissions by ambraski (Aleena)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
11th May 2013 11:14pm
11th May 2013 11:14pm
him and i
Its a bit of an awkward subject
Him and I
The situation isn’t awkward
Its when people want an explanation
Why do you guys do that if you’re not exclusive
Hes using you
It’s a bit of a confusing subject
Him and I
Alone, his strong hand cradles my face
As an unexpected ecstasy is created when our lips touch
No, hes not my boyfriend
Why do you ask?
It’s a bit of a touchy subject
Him and I
Together in public he spins me around and kisses my forehead
Though none of our friends can know he calls me love
It’s cute subject ...
Him and I
The situation isn’t awkward
Its when people want an explanation
Why do you guys do that if you’re not exclusive
Hes using you
It’s a bit of a confusing subject
Him and I
Alone, his strong hand cradles my face
As an unexpected ecstasy is created when our lips touch
No, hes not my boyfriend
Why do you ask?
It’s a bit of a touchy subject
Him and I
Together in public he spins me around and kisses my forehead
Though none of our friends can know he calls me love
It’s cute subject ...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th May 2013 11:13pm
11th May 2013 11:13pm
an encounter
He slowly undid her zipper, surprised at how much it sounded like a rusted machine.
She loosely draped her arms around his neck and brushed her soft lips ever so lightly against his strong jaw.
He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and he pulled away quickly, his face hot with embarrassment. He didn’t want his scruff to irritate her perfect face.
Feeling his moment of discomfort, she let a small smirk show and slipped her hand up into his hair pulling his face down to meet hers, their eyes met and she felt her insecurities melt away for a moment.
He closed his eyes and leaned...
She loosely draped her arms around his neck and brushed her soft lips ever so lightly against his strong jaw.
He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and he pulled away quickly, his face hot with embarrassment. He didn’t want his scruff to irritate her perfect face.
Feeling his moment of discomfort, she let a small smirk show and slipped her hand up into his hair pulling his face down to meet hers, their eyes met and she felt her insecurities melt away for a moment.
He closed his eyes and leaned...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2013 4:35am
21st Mar 2013 4:35am
Wasting away
You don't notice her
But someday you will
When she isn't there anymore
Her desk empty and neglected
She sits in the back of the class
An oversized hoddie and sweat pants hang loosely over her delicate frame
Even though it's 65 degrees out
She's always cold
The thin hairs growing all over her body do little to keep her warm
The perpetual coldness makes her very prominate bones hurt
Shes silently at war with herself
Everyone moment
Of everyday
It's a war she may not win
Win or lose
She doesn't care
As long as she's thin
Thin...
But someday you will
When she isn't there anymore
Her desk empty and neglected
She sits in the back of the class
An oversized hoddie and sweat pants hang loosely over her delicate frame
Even though it's 65 degrees out
She's always cold
The thin hairs growing all over her body do little to keep her warm
The perpetual coldness makes her very prominate bones hurt
Shes silently at war with herself
Everyone moment
Of everyday
It's a war she may not win
Win or lose
She doesn't care
As long as she's thin
Thin...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2012 6:35am
1st Jun 2012 6:35am
A foggy mind and a faint memory
I walk in the door and without a doubt everyone is fucked up.
gotta catch up quick, cant just sit around and sip pound back the shots,fuck chasers.
the bottle is my best friend.
Blurry vision, fuzzy mind "do my words even make sense anymore?"
"what its only 10pm!?!?!?!"
i held onto my glass like a dying man holds onto life.
drink after drink i get more and more confused.
drunken hookups, dont worry he will regret it in the morning
but i wont, its okay everyone makes mistakes and he "wont make the same one twice"
wake up sore...
gotta catch up quick, cant just sit around and sip pound back the shots,fuck chasers.
the bottle is my best friend.
Blurry vision, fuzzy mind "do my words even make sense anymore?"
"what its only 10pm!?!?!?!"
i held onto my glass like a dying man holds onto life.
drink after drink i get more and more confused.
drunken hookups, dont worry he will regret it in the morning
but i wont, its okay everyone makes mistakes and he "wont make the same one twice"
wake up sore...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Jun 2012 6:25am
1st Jun 2012 6:25am
an "avrage" night of fun
I pop a pill, what a thrill, this one brings me up, right when that one brings me down.
The day is long but my nights are longer.
i stumble into the kitchen
"how long did i lay on the floor?"
An hour or a minute? it doesn't matter they seem to be the same thing now.
Life blurs together as i struggle to make out the clock,
just a little after 9pm
"hey come match me!"
i stumble back into the kitchen and take a double as i try to recall why i even left in the first place.
"take another you're falling behind, does that burn? here...
The day is long but my nights are longer.
i stumble into the kitchen
"how long did i lay on the floor?"
An hour or a minute? it doesn't matter they seem to be the same thing now.
Life blurs together as i struggle to make out the clock,
just a little after 9pm
"hey come match me!"
i stumble back into the kitchen and take a double as i try to recall why i even left in the first place.
"take another you're falling behind, does that burn? here...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th May 2012 4:08am
7th May 2012 4:08am
creative writing quickie
this poem is a burden,
a bothersome little thing
my poem needs personification
my poem is sure to sing
this pen begins to dance
and my paper stands no chance
my pen is like a paint brush
and i am like the artist, never in a rush.
my brush paints the words on the paper
and a picture in my mind
with each stroke of my brush
the picture begins to form
showing the brilliant reds,oranges and yellows of a setting sun over the greens and browns of a grassy field.
with each movement of my pen i can pant the same image
only if i could bring...
a bothersome little thing
my poem needs personification
my poem is sure to sing
this pen begins to dance
and my paper stands no chance
my pen is like a paint brush
and i am like the artist, never in a rush.
my brush paints the words on the paper
and a picture in my mind
with each stroke of my brush
the picture begins to form
showing the brilliant reds,oranges and yellows of a setting sun over the greens and browns of a grassy field.
with each movement of my pen i can pant the same image
only if i could bring...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
7th May 2012 4:01am
7th May 2012 4:01am
Im "normal" now
I pop a pill just to get a little thrill
this one brings me up right when that one brings me down
this one can put a smile on my face
even when all i want to do is frown
the little orange one, right over there
it brings me back to earth when im off in outer space
"whats wrong?" they ask
"whats wrong? im out of my drugged up mind!! im completely fucking losing it!!"
"dont you fret my dear...we have a pill that can fix that"
Give me a pill and call me normal
im a zombie
im just what they want me to be
im not myself...
this one brings me up right when that one brings me down
this one can put a smile on my face
even when all i want to do is frown
the little orange one, right over there
it brings me back to earth when im off in outer space
"whats wrong?" they ask
"whats wrong? im out of my drugged up mind!! im completely fucking losing it!!"
"dont you fret my dear...we have a pill that can fix that"
Give me a pill and call me normal
im a zombie
im just what they want me to be
im not myself...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th May 2012 8:29am
4th May 2012 8:29am
empty girl
My mother always said it was okay to say stop.
My father always said i better say stop.
But when i found him i never thought id have to say stop.
He never pushed me, he hugged me tenderly, he never gave me a reason to say stop.
then the night came, our six month anniversary.
he wanted to go all the way and i said i wouldn't.
So he pushed me on the bed, stop.
he pulled off my shirt and i heard it rip, stop.
next came off my pants,and his, stop.
my head was spinning and my heart was racing, stop.
a scream escaped me and he clamped a hand down over my...
My father always said i better say stop.
But when i found him i never thought id have to say stop.
He never pushed me, he hugged me tenderly, he never gave me a reason to say stop.
then the night came, our six month anniversary.
he wanted to go all the way and i said i wouldn't.
So he pushed me on the bed, stop.
he pulled off my shirt and i heard it rip, stop.
next came off my pants,and his, stop.
my head was spinning and my heart was racing, stop.
a scream escaped me and he clamped a hand down over my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th May 2012 8:16am
4th May 2012 8:16am
Dont ever fall in love
Don't ever fall in love my friend, you see it doesn't pay. Although it causes broken hearts it happens everyday.
You wonder where he is at night, you wonder if he's true.
One moment you will be happy, the next you will be blue and then it starts you dont know why you worry day and night.
You see my friend you're losing him it never works out right.
Love is fine but the price you pay is too high.
If i could choose between love and death, i think id rather die. so when i say dont fall in love you'll be hurt before your through, you see my friend i ought to know, i fell...
You wonder where he is at night, you wonder if he's true.
One moment you will be happy, the next you will be blue and then it starts you dont know why you worry day and night.
You see my friend you're losing him it never works out right.
Love is fine but the price you pay is too high.
If i could choose between love and death, i think id rather die. so when i say dont fall in love you'll be hurt before your through, you see my friend i ought to know, i fell...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Sep 2011 1:24am
29th Sep 2011 1:24am
do you see me now?
do you see me now, or am i still invisible to you?
do you see me now, or are you just seeing the scars?
do you see me now, or are you just looking at my chest?
do you see me now, or am i still not cool enough?
do you see me, or the girl im trying to be?
do you hear me, or just my forced laugh and fake gossip?
do you know me, or do you know the lies and constant reassurance im okay?
look at what i am,
and think about it.
do you see me now?
do you see me now, or are you just seeing the scars?
do you see me now, or are you just looking at my chest?
do you see me now, or am i still not cool enough?
do you see me, or the girl im trying to be?
do you hear me, or just my forced laugh and fake gossip?
do you know me, or do you know the lies and constant reassurance im okay?
look at what i am,
and think about it.
do you see me now?
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2011 2:17am
22nd Sep 2011 2:17am
Listen to me
Listen to me
I bleed ink
I speak the truth of a life no one knows i live
I spit these verses into the ears of anyone who will listen to me
listen to the past of a beaten child
listen to the desire to love
listen to me
listen to a girl who doesn't know where she is going but only where she has been.
dont just listen, actually hear me.
I bleed ink
I speak the truth of a life no one knows i live
I spit these verses into the ears of anyone who will listen to me
listen to the past of a beaten child
listen to the desire to love
listen to me
listen to a girl who doesn't know where she is going but only where she has been.
dont just listen, actually hear me.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2011 4:39am
2nd Sep 2011 4:39am
the pain of loving
The exposed skin on my wrist is pale and vounerable
Only a few rasied pink lines remain
everything looks better than a coupple of weeks ago
lifes been tough
and theres no way to cope with any of it
he left and another came to take his place
evryone likes him and i may too
but i cant cope with emotions like this
im scared
and i have nowhere to turn
execpt the blade
The blade is small and cold
as long as i dont go to deep, no one will
ever know
and i can keep it my dirty little secret
only if i never had loved before, maybe it...
Only a few rasied pink lines remain
everything looks better than a coupple of weeks ago
lifes been tough
and theres no way to cope with any of it
he left and another came to take his place
evryone likes him and i may too
but i cant cope with emotions like this
im scared
and i have nowhere to turn
execpt the blade
The blade is small and cold
as long as i dont go to deep, no one will
ever know
and i can keep it my dirty little secret
only if i never had loved before, maybe it...
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