Submissions by frenchfri
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jun 2014 10:08am
12th Jun 2014 10:08am
?
You ever sit, and just think.
Think about
What most people dont.
The kind of stuff thats makes u wonder
The kind of stuff that makes the skin on ur body treble.
The scary,
The adventurous,
The unknown
The unthinkable
What really makes you. You?
What really makes you.. terrified.
What is ur biggest fear,
Your biggest secret.
Your biggest accomplishment??
If you sit, and just think.
Life is the scariest thing you can come across.
But yet we live it everyday
Everyday. . .
Again.
What truly makes you. You? ...
Think about
What most people dont.
The kind of stuff thats makes u wonder
The kind of stuff that makes the skin on ur body treble.
The scary,
The adventurous,
The unknown
The unthinkable
What really makes you. You?
What really makes you.. terrified.
What is ur biggest fear,
Your biggest secret.
Your biggest accomplishment??
If you sit, and just think.
Life is the scariest thing you can come across.
But yet we live it everyday
Everyday. . .
Again.
What truly makes you. You? ...
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Jun 2014 11:02am
7th Jun 2014 11:02am
the sounds of creativity!
while I walk a street lined almost perfectly with train tracks I can hear the ringing of an on coming train. Growing louder, fear builds up in my stomach,as I walk faster the horn of this murder train is getting closer and louder. A familiar feeling passes threw my body. Not so much fear, but an uneasy feeling. Like someone will surely take advantage of this and murder once again in the dead of night. Knowing very well this train will cover all crys for help, and screams of pain. Finally when the train reached me, and starts passing with great speed, I can hear screeches from the tracks that...
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Oct 2013 7:59am
19th Oct 2013 7:59am
thank god it was a dream....
As I wake up in the middle of the wet grass, I look up to see I'm surrounded by woods, and a long dark road. The street lights are flickering in a very unsettling manner. The rain makes things very unconformable and much more scary then if it wasn’t raining. I look down both ways and can see nothing but a long line of street lights almost harmonizing in flicks.
“Krista” I hear in a very deep voice .
My name was dragged out, as if someone can see me.
“I can see you dear,” the voice is very familiar and hits a spot in my heart that I dislike.
The fact that I know...
“Krista” I hear in a very deep voice .
My name was dragged out, as if someone can see me.
“I can see you dear,” the voice is very familiar and hits a spot in my heart that I dislike.
The fact that I know...
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STORY POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 00:52am
2nd Mar 2013 00:52am
The feeling.
As I walked into the dark room, a strange feeling came across my body; the feeling of being watched and followed. I spoke out two words, “Who’s there”? A chill flew threw my body, the hairs on the back of my neck and arms stood up without control. I became overwhelmed with the thought that I wasn’t alone. I quickly debated staying or leaving, but just as quickly a shadow scurried across the room. My heart started racing and tears of fear started forming. Trying to keep myself calm, I walked toward the doorway when suddenly I heard my name, “Krista”. Although the voice was soft and...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 7:41pm
5th Feb 2013 7:41pm
smellll
Mr. krabs smells a smelly smell that smells smelly
near a corner i smell that same smell that smells smelly.
ironic.
near a corner i smell that same smell that smells smelly.
ironic.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Sep 2012 5:32am
29th Sep 2012 5:32am
last dirt filled breath
My last dirt filled breath,
feels so goood but feels so bad,
he pushes what seems to meh his life so i wont,
last pack, last wasted pack,
years paying to slowly kill meh is done,
heathly again, i can breathe,
feels good
feels bad
craving that last dirt filled breath
cant.
his own heath is worth more
i love him to much to let him destroy his life,
with that one last dirt filled breath
i wont & will not let something
controll me..
push push forward
find other things to do.
think of him. ...
feels so goood but feels so bad,
he pushes what seems to meh his life so i wont,
last pack, last wasted pack,
years paying to slowly kill meh is done,
heathly again, i can breathe,
feels good
feels bad
craving that last dirt filled breath
cant.
his own heath is worth more
i love him to much to let him destroy his life,
with that one last dirt filled breath
i wont & will not let something
controll me..
push push forward
find other things to do.
think of him. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2012 1:20pm
7th Jun 2012 1:20pm
just a dream?
Pain is a part of reality
Once you relies this
The less you will suffer…
I had a dream
A pain full dream
I couldn’t do anything,
Water flowing like a waterfall
Ice cold water, as if someone dumped 4 tons of ice in it
Blood… as red as an eagles first pray
Air, well air isn’t relevant,
My lungs are full
Can’t move…..
Eyes open
Just a dream..
What does this mean?
I died?
The pain and sorrow felt so real.
Why me
Why us
Why him…
Why can’t I just understand..
Most people...
Once you relies this
The less you will suffer…
I had a dream
A pain full dream
I couldn’t do anything,
Water flowing like a waterfall
Ice cold water, as if someone dumped 4 tons of ice in it
Blood… as red as an eagles first pray
Air, well air isn’t relevant,
My lungs are full
Can’t move…..
Eyes open
Just a dream..
What does this mean?
I died?
The pain and sorrow felt so real.
Why me
Why us
Why him…
Why can’t I just understand..
Most people...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 8:00pm
6th Jun 2012 8:00pm
i d k
The angry that I have, feels like its sitting throughout my
whole body waiting, just silently waiting for the right time to
come out. I can feel it move threw my veins as it gets stronger
and stronger each day. My body trembles each time, eager to hit
something or someone. Trying to keep clam and happy, only worked
for so long. I can see this is going to end up tragic. I’m going
to hurt someone, not on purpose but by accident..
whole body waiting, just silently waiting for the right time to
come out. I can feel it move threw my veins as it gets stronger
and stronger each day. My body trembles each time, eager to hit
something or someone. Trying to keep clam and happy, only worked
for so long. I can see this is going to end up tragic. I’m going
to hurt someone, not on purpose but by accident..
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2012 1:27pm
6th Jun 2012 1:27pm
i keep silent...
They say that woman grow fast in maturing,
I found a woman, shall I say girl that has broken the laws of woman hood.
I keep my mouth shut only to people who care enough to tell her,
Even though she should no, she’s growing more immature each day.
Maybe I can help her, show her the right to maturing and getting over her selfish acts.
“Cheat on her break up with her I won’t stop till you do”
It’s as if I grow more mature each day then a 35 year old girl.
How could this be?
She’s fake in every way,...
I found a woman, shall I say girl that has broken the laws of woman hood.
I keep my mouth shut only to people who care enough to tell her,
Even though she should no, she’s growing more immature each day.
Maybe I can help her, show her the right to maturing and getting over her selfish acts.
“Cheat on her break up with her I won’t stop till you do”
It’s as if I grow more mature each day then a 35 year old girl.
How could this be?
She’s fake in every way,...
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Jun 2012 8:29pm
5th Jun 2012 8:29pm
Phantoms
In the small window of moon light that i have been waiting for, i was on the edge of my patience. Fingers poised ready to pounce on my old warn out typewriter. Madly inspired yet pensive, the outline of the story have been dancing in my head like suger plums in a childs head, near a wintery holiday. My house now sits alone on a once bustling block. It seems as if the fire took out all but this old house and a few phantoms that are lingering in my head. As if they want to stalk and taunt me.
Though, there was a time when my stories just flowed, like minutes into hours and hours...
Though, there was a time when my stories just flowed, like minutes into hours and hours...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2012 4:02am
5th Apr 2012 4:02am
hmm.
my anger,
my sadness,
my happyness,
comes and goes.
why so quickly??
why does my anger
why does my sadness
why does my happyness
come and goes as it pleases.
im sick,
im depressed..
im bipoler.
my sadness,
my happyness,
comes and goes.
why so quickly??
why does my anger
why does my sadness
why does my happyness
come and goes as it pleases.
im sick,
im depressed..
im bipoler.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2012 11:22pm
25th Mar 2012 11:22pm
why.?
its funny how people everywhere,
write poems so they,
stop thinking about what it is there writing the poem about,
but,
if you write a poem about something, you dont want to, or not want to think about,
why is it, you think so hard to put it in a poem.?
poems are great and work in weird ways,
after you write the poem about what it is you dont wanna think about, you dont think about that topic anymore.
its funny the way life just so happens to work.
write poems so they,
stop thinking about what it is there writing the poem about,
but,
if you write a poem about something, you dont want to, or not want to think about,
why is it, you think so hard to put it in a poem.?
poems are great and work in weird ways,
after you write the poem about what it is you dont wanna think about, you dont think about that topic anymore.
its funny the way life just so happens to work.
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