Submissions by bluemoon24
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i challenge the known and question why things are the way they are. i like to spin things upside down and add my own twist to different styles of poetry.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2011 8:20pm
12th Oct 2011 8:20pm
The Girl in the White Lace
Dancing by the light of the fireflies,
She don't care because no one is looking.
No music, but what's in her heart.
No steps, but what she imagines.
Keeping her dreams alive.
The littlest things make her happy,
Maybe it's even the starlight.
She sings to herself, a song nobody knows.
It is hers to know, hers to keep.
It is hers to love, hers to cherish.
A melody created in her heart.
Her voice, by the wind, is swirled away.
The trees seem to bend and listen.
She don't care 'cause no one is listening.
Her footsteps are light and carefree....
She don't care because no one is looking.
No music, but what's in her heart.
No steps, but what she imagines.
Keeping her dreams alive.
The littlest things make her happy,
Maybe it's even the starlight.
She sings to herself, a song nobody knows.
It is hers to know, hers to keep.
It is hers to love, hers to cherish.
A melody created in her heart.
Her voice, by the wind, is swirled away.
The trees seem to bend and listen.
She don't care 'cause no one is listening.
Her footsteps are light and carefree....
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2011 8:14pm
12th Oct 2011 8:14pm
Butterflies into Burnt Cocoons
Sitting here, head in the clouds.
I'm dreaming.
I'm screaming.
No talking, I'm just breaking and faking.
Remembering how to be someone else, and
Remembering what to do to be false.
Wishing I could be someone other than me.
Looking in the mirror at a tortured soul.
Blocking out everything and shutting down.
I retreat into the shadows to fade to nothingness.
Reverse metamorphosis.
The cocoon burns and falls to the ground.
There's nothing left and I cannot be found.
I'm tired.
I'm mired.
Through the scars and the wars, I still have lots...
I'm dreaming.
I'm screaming.
No talking, I'm just breaking and faking.
Remembering how to be someone else, and
Remembering what to do to be false.
Wishing I could be someone other than me.
Looking in the mirror at a tortured soul.
Blocking out everything and shutting down.
I retreat into the shadows to fade to nothingness.
Reverse metamorphosis.
The cocoon burns and falls to the ground.
There's nothing left and I cannot be found.
I'm tired.
I'm mired.
Through the scars and the wars, I still have lots...
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th Oct 2011 4:39am
11th Oct 2011 4:39am
I Dare You
She stands there laughing at me. She thinks it’s so funny that I’m hurting.
He pushes me into my locker, and walks away. He thinks he’s so cool.
You put a gun to my head and tell me to suck it. I say “Fuck it.”
They punch me until I bleed, until I cry, until I bruise, until I scar.
She tells me I’m no good. She thinks she’s so perfect.
He tells me that he’ll never love me until I do everything he says.
You say that I have no style and I am a scaredy - cat.
They kick me in the guts and when I fall, they kick me even harder.
The cops come and tell...
He pushes me into my locker, and walks away. He thinks he’s so cool.
You put a gun to my head and tell me to suck it. I say “Fuck it.”
They punch me until I bleed, until I cry, until I bruise, until I scar.
She tells me I’m no good. She thinks she’s so perfect.
He tells me that he’ll never love me until I do everything he says.
You say that I have no style and I am a scaredy - cat.
They kick me in the guts and when I fall, they kick me even harder.
The cops come and tell...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Oct 2011 4:36am
11th Oct 2011 4:36am
By Virtue of the Hero
Morality. Integrity. Respect.
I pick all virtues to uphold.
Life has no purpose but what you give it.
Everyone dies. Few choose to die for their belief.
There is no greater honour; there is no passion,
If dedication to a cause is nonexistent.
Law. Selfishness. Prejudice.
Rapists, paedophiles live in freedom.
Integrity is slaughtered by evil.
Government pillage the country with unjust rulings.
Schools are run by tyrannical egotists.
Those who stand for virtue and respect are criminals.
Change is imminent.
The straw who stands...
I pick all virtues to uphold.
Life has no purpose but what you give it.
Everyone dies. Few choose to die for their belief.
There is no greater honour; there is no passion,
If dedication to a cause is nonexistent.
Law. Selfishness. Prejudice.
Rapists, paedophiles live in freedom.
Integrity is slaughtered by evil.
Government pillage the country with unjust rulings.
Schools are run by tyrannical egotists.
Those who stand for virtue and respect are criminals.
Change is imminent.
The straw who stands...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2011 5:31am
10th Oct 2011 5:31am
If I was Perfect . . .
Just like you.
Popular.
Fashionable.
Nice.
Friendly.
Forgiving.
Clone.
Unhappy.
Naive.
Fake.
Coward.
Unlucky.
Popular.
Fashionable.
Nice.
Friendly.
Forgiving.
Clone.
Unhappy.
Naive.
Fake.
Coward.
Unlucky.
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Oct 2011 5:29am
10th Oct 2011 5:29am
Collapse
A van goes by.
Ten guys appear out of nowhere. I reach for the phone. Nothing.
The chain breaks. They swarm through and I grab my bat.
I scream as the knife enters my side and then is twisted back out.
A numbness starts. Rage and primal fear starts to overpower me.
I fight blindly and savagely. I twist and turn and struggle.
Hands grab me. Arms bind me. All fight is now useless.
My heart starts to tear, but my resolve is not gone.
Burning sensations occur across my arms, neck and stomach.
My fist connects. My mouth utters an unearthly scream and I...
Ten guys appear out of nowhere. I reach for the phone. Nothing.
The chain breaks. They swarm through and I grab my bat.
I scream as the knife enters my side and then is twisted back out.
A numbness starts. Rage and primal fear starts to overpower me.
I fight blindly and savagely. I twist and turn and struggle.
Hands grab me. Arms bind me. All fight is now useless.
My heart starts to tear, but my resolve is not gone.
Burning sensations occur across my arms, neck and stomach.
My fist connects. My mouth utters an unearthly scream and I...
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