Submissions by lolasurf99 (Shawnelle Martineaux)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've been searching forever. For what? I don't know...but I've managed to find some cool relics to prove I'm on the right road.
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2013 00:58am
8th Aug 2013 00:58am
Addicted
It's that one moment
When the best friend you love has a new girlfriend
And you are torn between wanting
The best for him and
being the jealous bitch you promised him you wouldn't be.
He knows I love him.
He says he loves me too.
Shut it.
Like a friend.
LIKE A FRIEND.
LIKE. A friend.
I gave you your heart.
I built you up when you said you were broken.
When you couldn't feel I was your sense of reality.
I built a house for a stranger to live in.
Not my choice!
Go figure!
But now I am shaking.
I shake from the...
When the best friend you love has a new girlfriend
And you are torn between wanting
The best for him and
being the jealous bitch you promised him you wouldn't be.
He knows I love him.
He says he loves me too.
Shut it.
Like a friend.
LIKE A FRIEND.
LIKE. A friend.
I gave you your heart.
I built you up when you said you were broken.
When you couldn't feel I was your sense of reality.
I built a house for a stranger to live in.
Not my choice!
Go figure!
But now I am shaking.
I shake from the...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2013 00:15am
8th Aug 2013 00:15am
You
To whom it may concern,
I was never good enough for you.
I never belonged in your world.
I was always too ugly and too fat.
My eyes were too big.
I smiled too much.
I smelled funny.
I was too much of a nerd.
I found somewhere that I would be appreciated.
I found somewhere to showcase uniqueness.
I found someone to love my flaws.
I found a world where being me was the only thing that matters.
I’m making a damn good salary doing just what you said I shouldn’t.
To whom it may concern,
I saw your smiles but heard your words.
I felt...
I was never good enough for you.
I never belonged in your world.
I was always too ugly and too fat.
My eyes were too big.
I smiled too much.
I smelled funny.
I was too much of a nerd.
I found somewhere that I would be appreciated.
I found somewhere to showcase uniqueness.
I found someone to love my flaws.
I found a world where being me was the only thing that matters.
I’m making a damn good salary doing just what you said I shouldn’t.
To whom it may concern,
I saw your smiles but heard your words.
I felt...
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ANGER POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 10:33pm
12th Jun 2013 10:33pm
Feminism, Chauvinism and the like
I believe in the power of womanhood!
There is power invested in every womb to
hurt his heart and belittle him.
His masculinity is inferior because
the sway of my hips in these short shorts make him salute me.
He rises in my honour as I
dance down the street wearing scarcely clothes
Though my attitude should make him wish he hung in shame.
There is power in every womb to slap into submission every
standing penis for the sake of femininity.
He does not deserve me.
He does not deserve respect yet,
even if he does, I cannot give it to him.
I can...
There is power invested in every womb to
hurt his heart and belittle him.
His masculinity is inferior because
the sway of my hips in these short shorts make him salute me.
He rises in my honour as I
dance down the street wearing scarcely clothes
Though my attitude should make him wish he hung in shame.
There is power in every womb to slap into submission every
standing penis for the sake of femininity.
He does not deserve me.
He does not deserve respect yet,
even if he does, I cannot give it to him.
I can...
#women
#men
#CallToAction #feminism
#CallToAction #feminism
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jun 2013 10:16pm
12th Jun 2013 10:16pm
Imagine
Close your eyes.
Think.
Imagine what it would be like to be free.
Feel the wind on your face.
Feel his hand on your heart.
Feel the forbidden thing
just once.
Doesn't it feel good?
Open your eyes.
Free yourself.
It should feel good every day.
The greatest disservice you can do is to keep yourself
from you.
Just imagine.
Just do.
Think.
Imagine what it would be like to be free.
Feel the wind on your face.
Feel his hand on your heart.
Feel the forbidden thing
just once.
Doesn't it feel good?
Open your eyes.
Free yourself.
It should feel good every day.
The greatest disservice you can do is to keep yourself
from you.
Just imagine.
Just do.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 11:00pm
1st Jun 2013 11:00pm
I'm Convinced I'm Not Normal
Look, I don’t usually debate things when I’m convinced but you’re annoying me.
So you go about life believing what you say is superior? Sociopath much?
All I’m saying is that suicide is man’s only control over his destiny.
God said it is wrong. You don’t have a destiny. It’s his plan!
But if I kill myself then I can cut short His plan. Oh what an omnipotent God!
What good is it to live everyday knowing I will die?
I don’t serve any purpose here and I’m not happy here anyway.
Why live a useless life and be a burden to others in the end?
They live every day...
So you go about life believing what you say is superior? Sociopath much?
All I’m saying is that suicide is man’s only control over his destiny.
God said it is wrong. You don’t have a destiny. It’s his plan!
But if I kill myself then I can cut short His plan. Oh what an omnipotent God!
What good is it to live everyday knowing I will die?
I don’t serve any purpose here and I’m not happy here anyway.
Why live a useless life and be a burden to others in the end?
They live every day...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Jun 2013 10:29pm
1st Jun 2013 10:29pm
Manic
My tears no longer are my company.
My world is no longer my own.
My eyes behold the thing I never wanted to admit
And the reality of it all sends me into a downward spiral as I lay,
Piled on the floor and falling over myself; a corpse
And I dare ask what is tomorrow!
My kind heart is my death.
I believed I could change the world.
I believed in hope and life,
But kindness only uses and abuses.
Kindness only tramples upon my face offering hints
Of appreciation in return
They say that I have much to make me happy.
I shouldn’t let...
My world is no longer my own.
My eyes behold the thing I never wanted to admit
And the reality of it all sends me into a downward spiral as I lay,
Piled on the floor and falling over myself; a corpse
And I dare ask what is tomorrow!
My kind heart is my death.
I believed I could change the world.
I believed in hope and life,
But kindness only uses and abuses.
Kindness only tramples upon my face offering hints
Of appreciation in return
They say that I have much to make me happy.
I shouldn’t let...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th May 2013 8:48am
4th May 2013 8:48am
Epilogue (for my book Monarchy- in stores soon)
All things come around full circle when they should. Karma beats the dust brought by the sands of time. Every child eventually dances and every unrighteous flower withers; cold and dry solace. Every pointed finger falls and time…time she freezes as she so desires,
But we know that in times to come he who is a fool shall be a fool still, he who is righteous shall be righteous still, he who is devoid of understanding but wants it shall find it and the hateful hearts shall lay broken, shattered and trampled upon, ground into the sands of time like brothers, and frozen like the dust in a...
But we know that in times to come he who is a fool shall be a fool still, he who is righteous shall be righteous still, he who is devoid of understanding but wants it shall find it and the hateful hearts shall lay broken, shattered and trampled upon, ground into the sands of time like brothers, and frozen like the dust in a...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th May 2013 8:36am
4th May 2013 8:36am
The Complication of Characterisation
Waiting for tomorrow to come walking to you
And you don’t try to live today.
Hoping time would hear you and
Open up his arms and let you
Live.
Not understanding that what you want is now; is here.
You try to live a dream that someone else wants to come
True?
Dreams that the person you’ve grown accustomed to,
The person that shares your soul has formulated
Within themselves.
Thinking your problems are all that are meant for you,
You let go of your only hope; self.
Tomorrow will come but you’re not ready.
Broken dreams.
Pick up...
And you don’t try to live today.
Hoping time would hear you and
Open up his arms and let you
Live.
Not understanding that what you want is now; is here.
You try to live a dream that someone else wants to come
True?
Dreams that the person you’ve grown accustomed to,
The person that shares your soul has formulated
Within themselves.
Thinking your problems are all that are meant for you,
You let go of your only hope; self.
Tomorrow will come but you’re not ready.
Broken dreams.
Pick up...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 7:36am
20th Apr 2013 7:36am
Monarchy
Your future is bright, your future is sure.
You are tomorrow’s leaders.
You are the innovators of the future.
You are the prestige; the cream of the crop.
I’ve heard this every day for seven years.
Is it true Miss? Is it true?
How shall I understand brightness if there are no windows now?
How shall I lead if I’ve lived my life following you?
How shall I be sure when your actions make me question everything?
How shall I innovate if you tell me what to think?
How shall I be humble if you tell me I’m better than them?
I beg to differ.
...
You are tomorrow’s leaders.
You are the innovators of the future.
You are the prestige; the cream of the crop.
I’ve heard this every day for seven years.
Is it true Miss? Is it true?
How shall I understand brightness if there are no windows now?
How shall I lead if I’ve lived my life following you?
How shall I be sure when your actions make me question everything?
How shall I innovate if you tell me what to think?
How shall I be humble if you tell me I’m better than them?
I beg to differ.
...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 7:30am
20th Apr 2013 7:30am
Reflection
Mirrors;
They often tell you things you don’t want to hear;
Things you’ve known yourself but have spent years,
Trying to unlearn.
The thing about mirrors is,
They can only show you what is in front of them.
Mirrors have no life.
All you can see in them is that life that is you,
And when no life is left to be shown,
That death that is you.
Mirrors make no reservations and have no hesitations
In showing you you; all of you.
It’s as if the world were trying to retell your story,
Trying to make sense of all you give it.
And sometimes it...
They often tell you things you don’t want to hear;
Things you’ve known yourself but have spent years,
Trying to unlearn.
The thing about mirrors is,
They can only show you what is in front of them.
Mirrors have no life.
All you can see in them is that life that is you,
And when no life is left to be shown,
That death that is you.
Mirrors make no reservations and have no hesitations
In showing you you; all of you.
It’s as if the world were trying to retell your story,
Trying to make sense of all you give it.
And sometimes it...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 2:17am
23rd Mar 2013 2:17am
The Little Things
So babe,
I was thinking.
When you get back home be sure to close the door.
When you get back home, be sure
that you remember why.
You've been on my mind since you
left;
but only because you've been on my mind ever since you came.
Thanks for the kisses;
the nights,
the kids.
Thanks babe.
And when you get back home,
remember that we love you.
I love you...
the key is under the mat and I can't take it anymore.
I miss the kisses,
the nights.
I'll keep the kids.
This love thing is way too hard...
I was thinking.
When you get back home be sure to close the door.
When you get back home, be sure
that you remember why.
You've been on my mind since you
left;
but only because you've been on my mind ever since you came.
Thanks for the kisses;
the nights,
the kids.
Thanks babe.
And when you get back home,
remember that we love you.
I love you...
the key is under the mat and I can't take it anymore.
I miss the kisses,
the nights.
I'll keep the kids.
This love thing is way too hard...
710 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 2:15am
23rd Mar 2013 2:15am
Progress
He said that it was a good idea.
He scanned my palm, cut my hair
and made me a clone.
I needed a kidney.
They said that would save me
so I complied.
I taught him how to walk.
I taught him how to talk.
He was mine.
And then one day in transgenic bliss
my life was blown away like a mist
over a mountain in the morning,
my glory short lived.
I was gone.
They never noticed.
He took my job.
It really was a good idea to clone myself.
The world would have lost a great accountant.
Now...
He scanned my palm, cut my hair
and made me a clone.
I needed a kidney.
They said that would save me
so I complied.
I taught him how to walk.
I taught him how to talk.
He was mine.
And then one day in transgenic bliss
my life was blown away like a mist
over a mountain in the morning,
my glory short lived.
I was gone.
They never noticed.
He took my job.
It really was a good idea to clone myself.
The world would have lost a great accountant.
Now...
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