Submissions by faithmairee (Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I eat, sleep and breathe poetry. My dream was always to see my name in print below something I wrote. I'm happy to say I'm living my dream since I not only got published but became a professional writer.
Wake Me Up (When I'm Famous)
Critics are real
they are inevitable
don't let them
pull you down
tarnish your crown
dull your
beautiful shine
sparkle away
we're going places
so wake me up
when I'm famous
words have
no power over you
but what you give to them
so carry on
spill your ink
let your wonderful
world be known
don't ever give up
or feel alone
instead be proud
of how much you have grown ...
they are inevitable
don't let them
pull you down
tarnish your crown
dull your
beautiful shine
sparkle away
we're going places
so wake me up
when I'm famous
words have
no power over you
but what you give to them
so carry on
spill your ink
let your wonderful
world be known
don't ever give up
or feel alone
instead be proud
of how much you have grown ...
#courage
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter #WritingPoetry
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Drug Induced
Neglected child
abused and used
totally confused
they're supposed
to love her
what's wrong with her
that they don't
love her
nothing left to do
but grieve
need someone
wants only comforting
troubled teen
not so keen
Needs to
be clean
but never seen
thinks love is
just a dirty word
for her there's no
satisfaction in it
turned to crack
due to it's lack
lost her mind
can't get it back
abused and used
totally confused
they're supposed
to love her
what's wrong with her
that they don't
love her
nothing left to do
but grieve
need someone
wants only comforting
troubled teen
not so keen
Needs to
be clean
but never seen
thinks love is
just a dirty word
for her there's no
satisfaction in it
turned to crack
due to it's lack
lost her mind
can't get it back
#childhood
#drugs
#addiction #UnrequitedLove
#addiction #UnrequitedLove
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Shivers
this time
it was I
who got away
my turn
to spurn
a love
and say goodbye
it doesn't
sit any better
knowing it's
someone else
who gets hurt
for a change
their heart
churning, burning
yearning for
a reconciliation
which is worse?
to love and lose
or be the one
who turns love down
which is worse
I want to know
either way
I can not say
love to me
is but a curse
that sends
a shiver
or something worse ...
it was I
who got away
my turn
to spurn
a love
and say goodbye
it doesn't
sit any better
knowing it's
someone else
who gets hurt
for a change
their heart
churning, burning
yearning for
a reconciliation
which is worse?
to love and lose
or be the one
who turns love down
which is worse
I want to know
either way
I can not say
love to me
is but a curse
that sends
a shiver
or something worse ...
#love
#heartbroken
417 reads
18 Comments
Moving On Not So Well
Move on we must
as the one we thought
would never leave
departs taking with them
shards of our heart
haunting us
forever forcing us
to rewrite history
so the story better fits
our unrealized dream
perhaps, they will
return one day
to say what?
they have regrets
for having left?
words I can
only imagine hearing
heart teetering
on the brink
of nothing short
of perhaps
d I s a s t e r
with a love that
can't be quenched
as the one we thought
would never leave
departs taking with them
shards of our heart
haunting us
forever forcing us
to rewrite history
so the story better fits
our unrealized dream
perhaps, they will
return one day
to say what?
they have regrets
for having left?
words I can
only imagine hearing
heart teetering
on the brink
of nothing short
of perhaps
d I s a s t e r
with a love that
can't be quenched
#anxiety
#heartbroken
#breakup
#conflict
#emptiness
407 reads
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Smitten
As a child growing up, I had to depend on people I didn't trust to take care of me. I grew up with a skin hunger due to the circumstances surrounding the earliest days of my life.
On a more positive note, I had books to read and was in love with words by the time I was five years old. I wrote something for the first time at age 12. That is when my first glimpse into my talent to write hit me. I found in due time that I possessed a gift and that using my talent as a writer was part of my soul's work. I had a voice that cried out to be heard. But who would listen? Later, two life...
On a more positive note, I had books to read and was in love with words by the time I was five years old. I wrote something for the first time at age 12. That is when my first glimpse into my talent to write hit me. I found in due time that I possessed a gift and that using my talent as a writer was part of my soul's work. I had a voice that cried out to be heard. But who would listen? Later, two life...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
488 reads
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don't delete me
i had a dream so very real
i awakened with a start
they were only words you
e-mailed me but they broke my heart
there will be no more instant messaging
no e-mails night and day
you found a new love in an on-line chat room
when i thought your love was here to stay
i could say don’t delete me
from your address book but what good would it do
for i know one day our e-lationship will end
the way on-line romances often do
i awakened with a start
they were only words you
e-mailed me but they broke my heart
there will be no more instant messaging
no e-mails night and day
you found a new love in an on-line chat room
when i thought your love was here to stay
i could say don’t delete me
from your address book but what good would it do
for i know one day our e-lationship will end
the way on-line romances often do
#dreams
359 reads
9 Comments
Full Moon
a full moon came
and all the bars filled
up with drinkers
there are no empty beds
in all the psychiatric wards
things were jumping
in all of the detox units
and there you are
in the backyard silly dog
your cold wet nose
pointing at the moon
as you howl in
unison with all the
restless neighborhood mutts
pray tell the full moon
lightens up the night
and shines on the dark side
of the desperate and the doomed
and all the bars filled
up with drinkers
there are no empty beds
in all the psychiatric wards
things were jumping
in all of the detox units
and there you are
in the backyard silly dog
your cold wet nose
pointing at the moon
as you howl in
unison with all the
restless neighborhood mutts
pray tell the full moon
lightens up the night
and shines on the dark side
of the desperate and the doomed
#dogs
#moon
#night #alcohol
#night #alcohol
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Just Listen
I've been in love with words
since the age of five
as a child I felt
guilty for being alive
my dad wanted a boy
but he got seven girls
I learned really fast
not to talk back
still I took a stand
against my overbearing dad
the only good thing
he ever did for me
was to read me
a little poetry
I was captivated
by the sound of his words
left a seering mark on me
I knew then what
I wanted to be
a maker of this thing
they called poetry
now, I found my voice
got brave as I could be ...
since the age of five
as a child I felt
guilty for being alive
my dad wanted a boy
but he got seven girls
I learned really fast
not to talk back
still I took a stand
against my overbearing dad
the only good thing
he ever did for me
was to read me
a little poetry
I was captivated
by the sound of his words
left a seering mark on me
I knew then what
I wanted to be
a maker of this thing
they called poetry
now, I found my voice
got brave as I could be ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
365 reads
9 Comments
homeless
He's homeless
he's got nowhere to go
all he owns
is his guitar
and a transistor radio
and when he's
feeling like
he can't go on
he sings his songs
on the subway
he sounds
a little like dylan
plays like b.b. kng
and he feels
like he's someone
when they listen
to him sing
his only prayer
is one day
he'll get a break
and he can make
a record
how his heart aches
for him
it's not about the money
though it could
get him a...
he's got nowhere to go
all he owns
is his guitar
and a transistor radio
and when he's
feeling like
he can't go on
he sings his songs
on the subway
he sounds
a little like dylan
plays like b.b. kng
and he feels
like he's someone
when they listen
to him sing
his only prayer
is one day
he'll get a break
and he can make
a record
how his heart aches
for him
it's not about the money
though it could
get him a...
#hope
#music
#homelessness
493 reads
22 Comments
my legs
And so
it was my legs
you say
that drew you in
lovely legs to you
to curl around you
like a vine
upon a tree
gorgeous legs
men say of mine
long and shapely
so silky
so smooth
to the touch
yes, I too
love my legs
especially when
i have them
draped across
your own
it was my legs
you say
that drew you in
lovely legs to you
to curl around you
like a vine
upon a tree
gorgeous legs
men say of mine
long and shapely
so silky
so smooth
to the touch
yes, I too
love my legs
especially when
i have them
draped across
your own
#love
#sex
#lover
446 reads
16 Comments
I Have A Voice
I have a voice
it will not be stilled
hear me
hear my words
of deep concern
for you
for them
for family
for our nation
we are all
but brothers and sisters
not here to hurt
each other
but to help one another
I have a voice
you have one too
use it for uniting
not dividing each other
and don't forget that
we all matter
it will not be stilled
hear me
hear my words
of deep concern
for you
for them
for family
for our nation
we are all
but brothers and sisters
not here to hurt
each other
but to help one another
I have a voice
you have one too
use it for uniting
not dividing each other
and don't forget that
we all matter
#brother
#sister
#family
#America
#peace
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damn the pandemic
Damn the pandemic
and our meticulously washed hands
that now must avoid human contact
hands that hunger for a touch
empty arms that once were held
now ache for times gone by
how long must we hide at home
wanting to be elsewhere
somewhere the air is not so sterilized
perhaps anywhere
we can breathe the air
and not be scared
damn the pandemic
for taking so many lives
damn it all for being there
and our meticulously washed hands
that now must avoid human contact
hands that hunger for a touch
empty arms that once were held
now ache for times gone by
how long must we hide at home
wanting to be elsewhere
somewhere the air is not so sterilized
perhaps anywhere
we can breathe the air
and not be scared
damn the pandemic
for taking so many lives
damn it all for being there
#pandemic
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