Submissions by katie0317 (Katelyn Thornton)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have a dark side and some would think that is very weird considering my behavior.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2011 10:54pm
22nd Jan 2011 10:54pm
Do You Believe?
I want to die,
but would you miss me?
Suicide is what I want.
Will you stop me?
Poetry is my life.
But will you read it?
Scribbling nonsense across my page.
Will I live it?
I look at a reflection in the mirror upside down.
Who is it?
I say that I am going crazy.
Will you agree?
I tell you that I can change everything that you ever believed in.
Will you believe it?
but would you miss me?
Suicide is what I want.
Will you stop me?
Poetry is my life.
But will you read it?
Scribbling nonsense across my page.
Will I live it?
I look at a reflection in the mirror upside down.
Who is it?
I say that I am going crazy.
Will you agree?
I tell you that I can change everything that you ever believed in.
Will you believe it?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2011 3:27am
22nd Jan 2011 3:27am
The Crow
Oh how majestic the Crow is.
A superstition it may be but there is no
denying the beauty of it.
Shiny black wings, stretching toward the sky
with no destination in mind.
A sunrise as a background, the beautiful
bird takes flight. The wind glides smoothly
over and below the perfectly aligned wings.
Peter Pan would shed a tear at the sight.
As one of God's magnificent creatures, it is one of the
best. It shows death to those who fear it
but birth to those who want it.
The glossy eyes with no end, a sea of
blackness that engulfs the...
A superstition it may be but there is no
denying the beauty of it.
Shiny black wings, stretching toward the sky
with no destination in mind.
A sunrise as a background, the beautiful
bird takes flight. The wind glides smoothly
over and below the perfectly aligned wings.
Peter Pan would shed a tear at the sight.
As one of God's magnificent creatures, it is one of the
best. It shows death to those who fear it
but birth to those who want it.
The glossy eyes with no end, a sea of
blackness that engulfs the...
855 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2011 3:19am
22nd Jan 2011 3:19am
A Poet Nonetheless
A poet nonetheless, a genius
with creativity.
One with such imagination that
every move is unpredictable, even the simplest of them.
The wonderful sound of the heart being
stroked upon your page.
Will that be your heart?
Draining as words beginning
Every word as heartfelt as the next.
Will the heart ever be completely drained?
Will my heart be completely drained?
The pen is my best friend as so is the pencil.
The eraser has many memories to remember
But that have been erased.
What is your tool?
Your friends?
A pencil...
with creativity.
One with such imagination that
every move is unpredictable, even the simplest of them.
The wonderful sound of the heart being
stroked upon your page.
Will that be your heart?
Draining as words beginning
Every word as heartfelt as the next.
Will the heart ever be completely drained?
Will my heart be completely drained?
The pen is my best friend as so is the pencil.
The eraser has many memories to remember
But that have been erased.
What is your tool?
Your friends?
A pencil...
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4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jan 2011 7:07pm
21st Jan 2011 7:07pm
Left To Burn
They left me to burn, a lonely heart seeking
truth as it comes close. No, I search the faces of
once-known friends as I am carried to the heated
oven in the middle of the floor. Shoved inside and
burning. No truth is to be found. I watch as the
door is closed. Their hair is whipping crazily around
their faces from the icy wind. My skin is being cooked
and has passed the 3rd degree burn. I will not show
fear or pain because I feel nothing but their piercing stares.
Noone cries, they only stare. Their hearts are warm and
will freeze with time. A warm...
truth as it comes close. No, I search the faces of
once-known friends as I am carried to the heated
oven in the middle of the floor. Shoved inside and
burning. No truth is to be found. I watch as the
door is closed. Their hair is whipping crazily around
their faces from the icy wind. My skin is being cooked
and has passed the 3rd degree burn. I will not show
fear or pain because I feel nothing but their piercing stares.
Noone cries, they only stare. Their hearts are warm and
will freeze with time. A warm...
755 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2011 6:59pm
21st Jan 2011 6:59pm
The World
Is the world nice or mean?
Has it hurt us or supplied us,
Or even denied us?
Maybe God will let us steer the world
Take it into our own hands
following only the rules
we make up
Will it help the poor become wealthy,
or the rich become equal?
Will we all live happily together or will
individuals rise up?
Forget it, I think God needs the
wheel back.
We can't steer it on our own.
Has it hurt us or supplied us,
Or even denied us?
Maybe God will let us steer the world
Take it into our own hands
following only the rules
we make up
Will it help the poor become wealthy,
or the rich become equal?
Will we all live happily together or will
individuals rise up?
Forget it, I think God needs the
wheel back.
We can't steer it on our own.
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Jan 2011 00:09am
21st Jan 2011 00:09am
Sorrow
So sorrowful I am
with the world so cold and damp.
It once was happiness, when the world
was bright. The pain is growing, tearing holes
in my heart. Slowly and bit by bit I am
falling apart. Does joy and delight even exist
anymore? In my world it doesn't, only loneliness
and hatred exist. Do I even exist?
with the world so cold and damp.
It once was happiness, when the world
was bright. The pain is growing, tearing holes
in my heart. Slowly and bit by bit I am
falling apart. Does joy and delight even exist
anymore? In my world it doesn't, only loneliness
and hatred exist. Do I even exist?
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jan 2011 00:02am
21st Jan 2011 00:02am
New Year's Day
Walk with me hand in hand
Till that jukebox plays our song
and we start dancing.
We etched our names on that tree
and promised ourselves love.
Love that comforts us and we
embrace the warmth.
Dancing in the moonlight
silhouettes twirling and twisting
The night is ours
Lying in the grass watching the stars
Twelve years from now that
tree is an old Oak and our
song plays on that rusty jukebox.
We start dancing.
Till that jukebox plays our song
and we start dancing.
We etched our names on that tree
and promised ourselves love.
Love that comforts us and we
embrace the warmth.
Dancing in the moonlight
silhouettes twirling and twisting
The night is ours
Lying in the grass watching the stars
Twelve years from now that
tree is an old Oak and our
song plays on that rusty jukebox.
We start dancing.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2011 8:47pm
19th Jan 2011 8:47pm
More Than Meets The Eye
A friend, he is.
Whether loved or in love.
I lean upon him in times of hardship
even in times of pure joy.
He saves me from myself.
He offers greatly and only asks
for my trust in return.
I feel unworthy as his friend.
An absolutely silly thought he may think it is
Silly it may be but the truth that
it contains is more than mere silliness.
How can you say this is worth?
Our friendship?
Nothing if ever a price was put upon it.
Will it ever go beyond "just friends?"
Maybe, but friends for now is
the best we can...
Whether loved or in love.
I lean upon him in times of hardship
even in times of pure joy.
He saves me from myself.
He offers greatly and only asks
for my trust in return.
I feel unworthy as his friend.
An absolutely silly thought he may think it is
Silly it may be but the truth that
it contains is more than mere silliness.
How can you say this is worth?
Our friendship?
Nothing if ever a price was put upon it.
Will it ever go beyond "just friends?"
Maybe, but friends for now is
the best we can...
2185 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2011 8:38pm
19th Jan 2011 8:38pm
What Are You Made Of?
Muffins, cupcakes
smells that color my imagination
so vividly.
Cookies and icecream, the sweet
taste of colors.
How can we taste the colors of
the rainbow?
One may answer skittles. Another rainbow icecream.
Every color has a smell.
Each color pigment has its own flavor.
What is your color?
Your smell?
Green, mint, vanilla, white,
eggnog, tan, cocoa, brown, strawberry, pink,
rasberry, magenta, mango, orange?
What are you made of?
Hot fudge sundae, rocky mountain, banana nut?
What makes you, well, you?
smells that color my imagination
so vividly.
Cookies and icecream, the sweet
taste of colors.
How can we taste the colors of
the rainbow?
One may answer skittles. Another rainbow icecream.
Every color has a smell.
Each color pigment has its own flavor.
What is your color?
Your smell?
Green, mint, vanilla, white,
eggnog, tan, cocoa, brown, strawberry, pink,
rasberry, magenta, mango, orange?
What are you made of?
Hot fudge sundae, rocky mountain, banana nut?
What makes you, well, you?
896 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jan 2011 12:29pm
19th Jan 2011 12:29pm
Common vs Real
Tenderly, loving and caring
Is this the common image
for a mother? Yes, but what about
the things that are on the "real"
image of a mother?
A mother can be hateful, cruel,
and doesn't care what their kid
thinks. On the otherhand they might
just be in the middle.
Mothers have a real image
Their real image is that no matter
who is around they act the same
just as they would when only family is around.
Don't be fooled by the common
image of amother, hang around long
enough and reveal the truth.
Is this the common image
for a mother? Yes, but what about
the things that are on the "real"
image of a mother?
A mother can be hateful, cruel,
and doesn't care what their kid
thinks. On the otherhand they might
just be in the middle.
Mothers have a real image
Their real image is that no matter
who is around they act the same
just as they would when only family is around.
Don't be fooled by the common
image of amother, hang around long
enough and reveal the truth.
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3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Jan 2011 12:24pm
19th Jan 2011 12:24pm
Anger
Grrr...errrr...,
Ahhh, get rid of my anger,
scream to the top your lungs
in a pillow, sit yourself down and
breathe very deeply, under the leaves
of a Weeping Willow.
"Sit down, take a breather,
take a chill pill." That's what
they all say. What I say is what
is the point? It only makes you angrier.
Release all of that negative
energy by walking through nature,
or sitting quietly on the floor. If
your seriously furious listen to
your favorite song.
What is the point in stress balls?
All I wanna do to those...
Ahhh, get rid of my anger,
scream to the top your lungs
in a pillow, sit yourself down and
breathe very deeply, under the leaves
of a Weeping Willow.
"Sit down, take a breather,
take a chill pill." That's what
they all say. What I say is what
is the point? It only makes you angrier.
Release all of that negative
energy by walking through nature,
or sitting quietly on the floor. If
your seriously furious listen to
your favorite song.
What is the point in stress balls?
All I wanna do to those...
831 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2011 00:22am
19th Jan 2011 00:22am
Me
I write because I can.
I write of truth, dignity,
hopes and dreams. I feel
who I am. I know what
to say. I am who I am.
Some things about me aren't normal
but I don't care. Some things
about me aren't me.
I am very weird, superstitious
and different. So what?
Deal with it!
I write of truth, dignity,
hopes and dreams. I feel
who I am. I know what
to say. I am who I am.
Some things about me aren't normal
but I don't care. Some things
about me aren't me.
I am very weird, superstitious
and different. So what?
Deal with it!
920 reads
2 Comments
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