Submissions by fizzykandikid (Sam.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2014 9:36pm
21st Oct 2014 9:36pm
Control`
There is no worse feeling then realizing someone that you hate,
even more than yourself controlled so much of you for so long.
He took so much more than I thought,
My trust the love I had for my body, and my freedom.
He controlled my entire life, even my relationships. Even though I never spoke to him again.
He made me hate the skin on my body that his fingers once touched.
I can still feel the bruises he left me, the way he held me down as he took everything I refused to give him.
The parts of my body that he stole from me I now hate.
I mourn the loss of my...
even more than yourself controlled so much of you for so long.
He took so much more than I thought,
My trust the love I had for my body, and my freedom.
He controlled my entire life, even my relationships. Even though I never spoke to him again.
He made me hate the skin on my body that his fingers once touched.
I can still feel the bruises he left me, the way he held me down as he took everything I refused to give him.
The parts of my body that he stole from me I now hate.
I mourn the loss of my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jan 2013 5:22am
19th Jan 2013 5:22am
You and I
You put me through so much pain before,
You hurt my heart, even called me a whore.
Used me, and abused me, not physically
Just mentally.
Days turn to weeks,
Weeks turn to months.
Months turn to years
Before I get the chance to hear
From the one who hurt me when all I did was love him
My heart tells me to give another chance, but when?
When is the right time to forgive and forget
This love I have for him, I will not quit.
One more chance to make it right
One time I’ll let him fight
And see if he truly loves me
So we can finally work...
You hurt my heart, even called me a whore.
Used me, and abused me, not physically
Just mentally.
Days turn to weeks,
Weeks turn to months.
Months turn to years
Before I get the chance to hear
From the one who hurt me when all I did was love him
My heart tells me to give another chance, but when?
When is the right time to forgive and forget
This love I have for him, I will not quit.
One more chance to make it right
One time I’ll let him fight
And see if he truly loves me
So we can finally work...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2012 9:08pm
14th Dec 2012 9:08pm
Who screwed who.
It’s you, that my heart aches for.
It’s me that screwed you over.
Why couldn’t I just deny,
That one night that screwed me over.
All these tears fall, but I won’t let myself cry.
Saying no isn’t hard, I reject multiple things every day.
I thought you would actually stick around and stay,
But I guess the pain I caused you is deep,
You never hurt me, the way I just hurt you.
So as I walk these empty streets
I sit back and let these tears fall.
They fall for you and your broken heart.
So now that my lust has left its mark,
I move on to the...
It’s me that screwed you over.
Why couldn’t I just deny,
That one night that screwed me over.
All these tears fall, but I won’t let myself cry.
Saying no isn’t hard, I reject multiple things every day.
I thought you would actually stick around and stay,
But I guess the pain I caused you is deep,
You never hurt me, the way I just hurt you.
So as I walk these empty streets
I sit back and let these tears fall.
They fall for you and your broken heart.
So now that my lust has left its mark,
I move on to the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 5:26am
6th Nov 2012 5:26am
Why I don’t write love poems.
1.They eventually all start to sound the same, so generic and overused.
2. I can’t seem to find the right words that describe how I feel about you.
3. Our love is easy and simple, and it doesn’t need to be described in a lengthy wordy poem.
4. Nobody knows how we feel, so why try to explain it?
5. You love me, for some odd reason. I really don’t know why.
6. Words can’t describe what we have, you’re my best friend. That should help explain.
7. You accept me, for me. Nobody else truly does. And I don’t care if they accept this poem.
8. Because I know you will.
2. I can’t seem to find the right words that describe how I feel about you.
3. Our love is easy and simple, and it doesn’t need to be described in a lengthy wordy poem.
4. Nobody knows how we feel, so why try to explain it?
5. You love me, for some odd reason. I really don’t know why.
6. Words can’t describe what we have, you’re my best friend. That should help explain.
7. You accept me, for me. Nobody else truly does. And I don’t care if they accept this poem.
8. Because I know you will.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 6:20pm
11th Oct 2012 6:20pm
Temporary Cure
"I will soothe your pain
I will make it all okay.
I will make you happy."
That's what they told me coke would do.
I will fuck your life up
I will ruin you
I will make you suffer
That's what coke actually did.
Sure, it numbed me from the pain.
But in the end, I knew the pain was still there.
What was the cure?
How much pain could I endure?
The pain of being abused,
The pain of being abandoned.
The pain of being raped.
I thought coke was my cure,
Turns out that the pain from that was much, much worse..
I will make it all okay.
I will make you happy."
That's what they told me coke would do.
I will fuck your life up
I will ruin you
I will make you suffer
That's what coke actually did.
Sure, it numbed me from the pain.
But in the end, I knew the pain was still there.
What was the cure?
How much pain could I endure?
The pain of being abused,
The pain of being abandoned.
The pain of being raped.
I thought coke was my cure,
Turns out that the pain from that was much, much worse..
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DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2012 6:14pm
11th Oct 2012 6:14pm
I was once
I was once an addict,
not that long ago.
I was also a daughter,
A sister.
I was once happy, and I was once loved.
I was once curious, so I picked up the pipe.
I was once unhappy, with my sad litle life.
So I enjoyed my hits from the pipe.
I was once broken, and hurt.
I was once afraid of myself.
I was once controlled by drugs.
I was...
Until I found my hope.
That hope made me realize I didn't like who I was, and I wanted to change.
I am struggling.
I am not who I once was.
But, im still a daughter, and still a sister.
So that...
not that long ago.
I was also a daughter,
A sister.
I was once happy, and I was once loved.
I was once curious, so I picked up the pipe.
I was once unhappy, with my sad litle life.
So I enjoyed my hits from the pipe.
I was once broken, and hurt.
I was once afraid of myself.
I was once controlled by drugs.
I was...
Until I found my hope.
That hope made me realize I didn't like who I was, and I wanted to change.
I am struggling.
I am not who I once was.
But, im still a daughter, and still a sister.
So that...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 11:21pm
5th Oct 2012 11:21pm
Dear mom,
You're drunk AGAIN.
Surprise surprise. NOT
It's fun to watch you drink and act stupid.
But not when its everyday.
I really need you sometimes, and you won't be there.
Physically, you're here.
Mentally? Who knows where.
This isn't fun anymore. I'm terrified to leave.
While you're partying, i'm pretending to be mom.
Who'll do it when i'm gone?
Who'll be there to make everything all okay?
Because we all know you wont.
The anniversary of my fathers death,I needed you the most,
and you isolated yourself from me.
You're never there for me...
Surprise surprise. NOT
It's fun to watch you drink and act stupid.
But not when its everyday.
I really need you sometimes, and you won't be there.
Physically, you're here.
Mentally? Who knows where.
This isn't fun anymore. I'm terrified to leave.
While you're partying, i'm pretending to be mom.
Who'll do it when i'm gone?
Who'll be there to make everything all okay?
Because we all know you wont.
The anniversary of my fathers death,I needed you the most,
and you isolated yourself from me.
You're never there for me...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Sep 2012 4:56am
14th Sep 2012 4:56am
Crawling
Slowly, carefully, I'm crawling
Soon, not yet, I will be able to walk, with some help.
Eventually, one day, I'll be able to do it on my own.
slowly, carefully, im crawling back to my happiness.
Soon, not yet, I wont fall back into sadness when i try standing on my own.
Eventually, one day, I will bring myself to happiness.
Slowly, carefully, I'm piecing my life back together.
Soon, not yet, I'll be able to ask for help.
Eventually, one day, I wont need help.
Soon, not yet, I will be able to walk, with some help.
Eventually, one day, I'll be able to do it on my own.
slowly, carefully, im crawling back to my happiness.
Soon, not yet, I wont fall back into sadness when i try standing on my own.
Eventually, one day, I will bring myself to happiness.
Slowly, carefully, I'm piecing my life back together.
Soon, not yet, I'll be able to ask for help.
Eventually, one day, I wont need help.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2012 11:57pm
25th Apr 2012 11:57pm
IHATEMYLIFE
Is this how it's supposed to be?
How can I let 1 thing control my life/
Am i really that stupid.
This is becoming too much for me.
Ecstasy. It Controls
My
Young
Life.
If I get
Freed it won't be
Easy..
How can I let 1 thing control my life/
Am i really that stupid.
This is becoming too much for me.
Ecstasy. It Controls
My
Young
Life.
If I get
Freed it won't be
Easy..
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2012 2:42am
5th Mar 2012 2:42am
me
Everywhere I go
I’m always going to get dirty looks
There’s going to be those stolen whispers
I’m going to be hated
I’m going to be made fun of
Did I chose this lifestyle?
No.
I was born this way
Being gay isn’t a choice
Just because I’m Gay I shouldn’t be made fun of
There shouldn’t be those stolen whispers
There should be no dirty looks
Being Gay is not bad
It is not a crime
It is not illegal
It is not a shame
It is who I am.
I’m not changing for anybody,
Even if I wanted to I couldn’t
I love who I am,
I’m always going to get dirty looks
There’s going to be those stolen whispers
I’m going to be hated
I’m going to be made fun of
Did I chose this lifestyle?
No.
I was born this way
Being gay isn’t a choice
Just because I’m Gay I shouldn’t be made fun of
There shouldn’t be those stolen whispers
There should be no dirty looks
Being Gay is not bad
It is not a crime
It is not illegal
It is not a shame
It is who I am.
I’m not changing for anybody,
Even if I wanted to I couldn’t
I love who I am,
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