Submissions by cheesyemoheart (Emilie Turner)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'd like to call myself a poet, but I'm not sure I qualify.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 8:40pm
25th Jun 2013 8:40pm
A New Friend's Worth
Tall boy, brown hair, grey knitted, striped beanie, blue eyes, with a back pack slung over your shoulders. You asked my name for reasons I can't remember and we talked about warped tour.
Your name was one I'd never heard as a first name outside of my favorite book. A name that meant the world to me already. It hurt and felt good all at the same time.
We spoke again at some point because we are friends now, but I don't remember the second conversation or even the third or forth. I really wish that I did. I feel like I'm missing pieces.
I don't remember when it...
Your name was one I'd never heard as a first name outside of my favorite book. A name that meant the world to me already. It hurt and felt good all at the same time.
We spoke again at some point because we are friends now, but I don't remember the second conversation or even the third or forth. I really wish that I did. I feel like I'm missing pieces.
I don't remember when it...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2013 7:34am
1st May 2013 7:34am
The Butterflies
You know,
I used to chase butterflies
yelling things like
don't be afraid
as if they could understand
they were my favorite
pretty colors and pretty dances
back when i was too young to know
that the butterflies always fly away
in the end
My Grandfather and I
used to try to catch the butterflies
and big luna moths
and save them to put in a frame
before I was old enough to know
that framing them meant killing them
and they would never fly away
in the end.
When I was a little older
someone told me that...
I used to chase butterflies
yelling things like
don't be afraid
as if they could understand
they were my favorite
pretty colors and pretty dances
back when i was too young to know
that the butterflies always fly away
in the end
My Grandfather and I
used to try to catch the butterflies
and big luna moths
and save them to put in a frame
before I was old enough to know
that framing them meant killing them
and they would never fly away
in the end.
When I was a little older
someone told me that...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Dec 2012 2:27am
19th Dec 2012 2:27am
Almost Time To Go
Time, Time, Time.
I can't help but hold on to all that time is.
I don't have enough of it today.
In an hour everything will be exactly the same, yet somehow different.
A passing thought that I can't let go of.
I wonder if anyone will notice.
I feel better knowing that there is still a little bit of time left,
Even if it goes unnoticed by everyone.
Some part of me is breaking.
Wait, Though, That doesn't make sense.
If nothing is going to change in an hour,
Then why is there any problem?
The answer?
Because it...
I can't help but hold on to all that time is.
I don't have enough of it today.
In an hour everything will be exactly the same, yet somehow different.
A passing thought that I can't let go of.
I wonder if anyone will notice.
I feel better knowing that there is still a little bit of time left,
Even if it goes unnoticed by everyone.
Some part of me is breaking.
Wait, Though, That doesn't make sense.
If nothing is going to change in an hour,
Then why is there any problem?
The answer?
Because it...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Dec 2011 7:13am
15th Dec 2011 7:13am
Sister
I know that I cannot save you
but that doesn't mean I won't try
I know you would save me too
and for that you cannot lie
You tell me that you are worthless
but you are worth everything to me
The pain you go through make me nervous
How can I make you look and see?
I look up to you like a child
because you have been my leader all along
I was happy every time you smiled
because when you were happy I belonged
When we were together I never got scared
I knew you would protect me if all else failed
With you I was okay because I always knew you...
but that doesn't mean I won't try
I know you would save me too
and for that you cannot lie
You tell me that you are worthless
but you are worth everything to me
The pain you go through make me nervous
How can I make you look and see?
I look up to you like a child
because you have been my leader all along
I was happy every time you smiled
because when you were happy I belonged
When we were together I never got scared
I knew you would protect me if all else failed
With you I was okay because I always knew you...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Dec 2011 7:13am
15th Dec 2011 7:13am
Sister
I know that I cannot save you
but that doesn't mean I won't try
I know you would save me too
and for that you cannot lie
You tell me that you are worthless
but you are worth everything to me
The pain you go through make me nervous
How can I make you look and see?
I look up to you like a child
because you have been my leader all along
I was happy every time you smiled
because when you were happy I belonged
When we were together I never got scared
I knew you would protect me if all else failed
With you I was okay because I always knew you...
but that doesn't mean I won't try
I know you would save me too
and for that you cannot lie
You tell me that you are worthless
but you are worth everything to me
The pain you go through make me nervous
How can I make you look and see?
I look up to you like a child
because you have been my leader all along
I was happy every time you smiled
because when you were happy I belonged
When we were together I never got scared
I knew you would protect me if all else failed
With you I was okay because I always knew you...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2011 1:48am
22nd Nov 2011 1:48am
Run
If you knew, once in a life time is always and never
and one day is so short but seems like forever
Needing turns to wanting
Wanting becomes needing
Alone is the best feeling in the world
Yet at the smae time, alone is nothing
Words don't rhyme
Sentences don't make sense
What do you call this?
Insanity?
Rush me away,
I need some speechless days.
Something changes, and best friends become strangers
What do you do when you need the one thing you can't have?
You stand, You fall, You wander away.
Trapped is something you can't stand....
and one day is so short but seems like forever
Needing turns to wanting
Wanting becomes needing
Alone is the best feeling in the world
Yet at the smae time, alone is nothing
Words don't rhyme
Sentences don't make sense
What do you call this?
Insanity?
Rush me away,
I need some speechless days.
Something changes, and best friends become strangers
What do you do when you need the one thing you can't have?
You stand, You fall, You wander away.
Trapped is something you can't stand....
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2011 1:46am
22nd Nov 2011 1:46am
Breakdown
Hold on tight.
Try not to shed a tear.
Turn around.
Walk away.
Turn the music up way to loud.
Hold back the tears.
Sing at the top of your lungs.
Break down.
All alone,
Never being questioned.
Turn the music up louder.
Sing the lyrics,
Hoping someone will hear your plea.
They aren't just lyrics anymore,
Not to you anyway.
You want someone to notice,
the common factors.
You know no one will hear,
but you hope,
That someone will see through the song,
into the words that you're screaming,
in your mind.
You...
Try not to shed a tear.
Turn around.
Walk away.
Turn the music up way to loud.
Hold back the tears.
Sing at the top of your lungs.
Break down.
All alone,
Never being questioned.
Turn the music up louder.
Sing the lyrics,
Hoping someone will hear your plea.
They aren't just lyrics anymore,
Not to you anyway.
You want someone to notice,
the common factors.
You know no one will hear,
but you hope,
That someone will see through the song,
into the words that you're screaming,
in your mind.
You...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Oct 2011 00:43am
12th Oct 2011 00:43am
Water - Part Two
I feel like I am moving,
Closer to the water's edge.
I can now touch the bottom,
and I cannot move or swim.
I am living, I am coughing.
The water is not over my head.
I am no longer falling under,
the water is not touching me.
I am breathing, I am moving,
and I am not by myself.
I am barely breathing,
And I am holding on.
I am no longer freezing
there is something warming me.
I am seeing, I am smiling,
and I can now show the truth.
I am speaking, I am explaining,
and now the truth is told.
I can feel my blood...
Closer to the water's edge.
I can now touch the bottom,
and I cannot move or swim.
I am living, I am coughing.
The water is not over my head.
I am no longer falling under,
the water is not touching me.
I am breathing, I am moving,
and I am not by myself.
I am barely breathing,
And I am holding on.
I am no longer freezing
there is something warming me.
I am seeing, I am smiling,
and I can now show the truth.
I am speaking, I am explaining,
and now the truth is told.
I can feel my blood...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 7:03am
15th Sep 2011 7:03am
Day And Night [[Part 2, Day]]
When the night ends,
so does my pain,
Or so they think.
They can't see tears in the rain.
Daytime sets in and I am all alone.
Just like the night,
but now I am surrounded.
Appearing like I'm happy.
How can no one see through?
I hide well,
but you can still sort-of see.
I am slipping now,
the mask is harder to keep.
As time goes by it chips away,
and when it's gone I have a bad day.
Full of pain, full of sorrow.
Despearation and need are the only ones.
The two emotions that do not show.
they see pain...
so does my pain,
Or so they think.
They can't see tears in the rain.
Daytime sets in and I am all alone.
Just like the night,
but now I am surrounded.
Appearing like I'm happy.
How can no one see through?
I hide well,
but you can still sort-of see.
I am slipping now,
the mask is harder to keep.
As time goes by it chips away,
and when it's gone I have a bad day.
Full of pain, full of sorrow.
Despearation and need are the only ones.
The two emotions that do not show.
they see pain...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Sep 2011 6:54am
15th Sep 2011 6:54am
Day And Night [[Part 1, Night]]
When the night begins,
so does my un-ending sorrow.
I tell you i'll be fine,
but I may not be here tomorrow.
Don't worry, though, I'll be okay.
I keep a mask to hide my pain,
and suddenly I'm surrounded.
A whirlwind of attention,
From all the wrong people,
For all the wrong reasons,
and none of them see through.
I am not happy.
I am not well.
I am not even okay.
They tell me that they'll be there,
but in the night I'm so alone.
That is when insanity sets in,
When I'm awake and all alone.
I cry myself to sleep some...
so does my un-ending sorrow.
I tell you i'll be fine,
but I may not be here tomorrow.
Don't worry, though, I'll be okay.
I keep a mask to hide my pain,
and suddenly I'm surrounded.
A whirlwind of attention,
From all the wrong people,
For all the wrong reasons,
and none of them see through.
I am not happy.
I am not well.
I am not even okay.
They tell me that they'll be there,
but in the night I'm so alone.
That is when insanity sets in,
When I'm awake and all alone.
I cry myself to sleep some...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Sep 2011 11:02pm
14th Sep 2011 11:02pm
Water
I feel like I am slipping.
Too far from the water's edge.
I cannot touch the bottom,
and I do not know how to swim.
I am cold, I am surrounded.
The water is over my head.
I am falling further under,
and now I cannot see.
I am screaming, I am splashing,
and I cannot save myself.
I am barely breathing,
and I cannot find the surface.
I am no longer moving,
and I am giving up.
I am no longer screaming,
the water is filling my lungs.
I am sinking, I am leaving,
and no one knows the truth.
I am drowning, I am dying, ...
Too far from the water's edge.
I cannot touch the bottom,
and I do not know how to swim.
I am cold, I am surrounded.
The water is over my head.
I am falling further under,
and now I cannot see.
I am screaming, I am splashing,
and I cannot save myself.
I am barely breathing,
and I cannot find the surface.
I am no longer moving,
and I am giving up.
I am no longer screaming,
the water is filling my lungs.
I am sinking, I am leaving,
and no one knows the truth.
I am drowning, I am dying, ...
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