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.
STORY POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 3:35am
19th Mar 2013 3:35am
The Death of a Cyber Friend
Trouble was all it was.
Trouble.
The very blood flowing through your veins; trouble.
The very blood flowing through your veins; ice.
Hot ice. Enough to make me feel like it was real.
Hours of words in chat.
Not the useless crap we discuss with the people we think we know.
Real words. Real feelings.
Real enthusiasm. Truth.
Then time zones would slice our time
schedules would clash and sleep would become us.
If that was your real name, I miss that person.
The reality that I lost someone I never knew pains me,
but...
Trouble.
The very blood flowing through your veins; trouble.
The very blood flowing through your veins; ice.
Hot ice. Enough to make me feel like it was real.
Hours of words in chat.
Not the useless crap we discuss with the people we think we know.
Real words. Real feelings.
Real enthusiasm. Truth.
Then time zones would slice our time
schedules would clash and sleep would become us.
If that was your real name, I miss that person.
The reality that I lost someone I never knew pains me,
but...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 3:29am
19th Mar 2013 3:29am
Desire
When nostalgia is too much and moving forward is impossible
I move into your thoughts and cripple you,
with the knowledge that you can't have what you want.
I move into your thoughts and cripple you,
with the knowledge that you can't have what you want.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 8:33pm
8th Mar 2013 8:33pm
Goodbye
I've heard
that goodbye only hurts when you
know you would never have another hello
and that people should say later if they have faith
and never goodbye, because goodbye
is death.
We would joke about this.
You would say that it didn't matter.
You told me goodbye and always came home.
Then one night you told me you'd see me later.
Then next time I saw you was at your funeral in a box.
I bet see you later was what you meant.
I miss you.
that goodbye only hurts when you
know you would never have another hello
and that people should say later if they have faith
and never goodbye, because goodbye
is death.
We would joke about this.
You would say that it didn't matter.
You told me goodbye and always came home.
Then one night you told me you'd see me later.
Then next time I saw you was at your funeral in a box.
I bet see you later was what you meant.
I miss you.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 8:28pm
8th Mar 2013 8:28pm
I Should Write A Poem
I should write a poem
to comment on life.
To say that life is worth
living.
I should write a poem
to share what I feel.
To let everyone know that I am
filled with emotions I cannot describe.
I should write a poem
to tell a story about the dreams a little girl had.
To remind her that though she forgot them
they were never lost.
I should write a poem
to speak the truth.
To tell you I love you and show you
that nothing else is worth much to me
if you aren't there.
I...
to comment on life.
To say that life is worth
living.
I should write a poem
to share what I feel.
To let everyone know that I am
filled with emotions I cannot describe.
I should write a poem
to tell a story about the dreams a little girl had.
To remind her that though she forgot them
they were never lost.
I should write a poem
to speak the truth.
To tell you I love you and show you
that nothing else is worth much to me
if you aren't there.
I...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 2:56am
3rd Mar 2013 2:56am
Freedom
Think.
It isn't that hard.
Smile.
It isn't that easy.
Learn.
It isn't that simple.
Teach.
It isn't that pointless.
Nurture.
It isn't too much.
Care.
It's worth it.
Think freely.
Smile freely.
Learn freely.
Teach freely.
Nurture freely.
Care freely.
Many things in life are free and all of these listed here
bring freedom to souls.
I don't speak of anarchy.
But I never said I spoke of monarchy either.
Be free.
There's no other way to do it.
Though their difficulties...
It isn't that hard.
Smile.
It isn't that easy.
Learn.
It isn't that simple.
Teach.
It isn't that pointless.
Nurture.
It isn't too much.
Care.
It's worth it.
Think freely.
Smile freely.
Learn freely.
Teach freely.
Nurture freely.
Care freely.
Many things in life are free and all of these listed here
bring freedom to souls.
I don't speak of anarchy.
But I never said I spoke of monarchy either.
Be free.
There's no other way to do it.
Though their difficulties...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 2:36am
3rd Mar 2013 2:36am
A Pessimist's Lament
I see a world
covered in scars;
beaten by dictators
and filled with tears.
I see a world
filled with chaos
identified by catastrophe
and governed by lies.
I see a world
honoured by corruption
broken by the truth
and crying when hope is offered.
I see a world
lamenting the success of those truly honourable
praising slaughterers
and blessing death.
I see a world and some say I am blind.
I see buildings. Sky-scrapers.
Orderly death sentences served to
families and to friendship.
Envy eating away...
covered in scars;
beaten by dictators
and filled with tears.
I see a world
filled with chaos
identified by catastrophe
and governed by lies.
I see a world
honoured by corruption
broken by the truth
and crying when hope is offered.
I see a world
lamenting the success of those truly honourable
praising slaughterers
and blessing death.
I see a world and some say I am blind.
I see buildings. Sky-scrapers.
Orderly death sentences served to
families and to friendship.
Envy eating away...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 4:52pm
2nd Mar 2013 4:52pm
Poetry
I was speaking to a friend and he said that he couldn't understand
poetry.
He said that poets carve words that minds can't hold.
He said that life was too cryptical when placed
in verse.
He said that he couldn't understand.
I gave him one of my poems to read
and he cried.
poetry.
He said that poets carve words that minds can't hold.
He said that life was too cryptical when placed
in verse.
He said that he couldn't understand.
I gave him one of my poems to read
and he cried.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2013 4:50pm
2nd Mar 2013 4:50pm
The Wordsmith (Alternative title: Poet)
Wordsmith.
Artist without a brush
I paint pictures too profound for paint
too expensive for galleries.
With hues of love and hate
despair and mistrust,
Even joy!
I make you feel all the things I want you to
by trying just hard enough.
Brainwasher?
Not likely...
But I am capable of some serious mind control.
I can twist words and pull them tight enough to
captivate your inner being and hold your
interest.
I can speak to your soul when your mind is befuddled.
I can be clarity when you seek an answer.
I can...
Artist without a brush
I paint pictures too profound for paint
too expensive for galleries.
With hues of love and hate
despair and mistrust,
Even joy!
I make you feel all the things I want you to
by trying just hard enough.
Brainwasher?
Not likely...
But I am capable of some serious mind control.
I can twist words and pull them tight enough to
captivate your inner being and hold your
interest.
I can speak to your soul when your mind is befuddled.
I can be clarity when you seek an answer.
I can...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 10:15pm
1st Mar 2013 10:15pm
Pandemonium in Rome
Colonial uproar
in the cathedral of broken dreams.
Sinners crying out for hope;
Paying for their freedom.
Paying papacy for their salvation,
a dying soul.
Trouble is brewing
As the gripping palms of capitalism
are forced open by the truth.
A loner; a messenger; a man
bold enough to speak out,
bold enough to challenge a king;
a nation.
A worthy cause.
Poor peasants crying for tax reductions.
Wishing they could buy Jesus' love.
Wishing they could afford the Pope's indulgences.
A penny will get your...
in the cathedral of broken dreams.
Sinners crying out for hope;
Paying for their freedom.
Paying papacy for their salvation,
a dying soul.
Trouble is brewing
As the gripping palms of capitalism
are forced open by the truth.
A loner; a messenger; a man
bold enough to speak out,
bold enough to challenge a king;
a nation.
A worthy cause.
Poor peasants crying for tax reductions.
Wishing they could buy Jesus' love.
Wishing they could afford the Pope's indulgences.
A penny will get your...
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 10:02pm
1st Mar 2013 10:02pm
Pandora's Box
They call me Pandora.
Some say I'm the Black Widow,
but the fact of the matter is
I get the job done.
I'm simply a cleaner.
I only comply with the instructions given
perfectly.
This way, that way, whatever boy.
My watchwords.
They call me Pandora.
They say I open my box and let evil things into
their lives...
If the box is your boyfriend, the evil was always there Miss.
Simple reasoning doesn't work when hearts lose love.
The Black Widow,
because their men get caught up in the web of my beauty...
my flirty, kinky...
Some say I'm the Black Widow,
but the fact of the matter is
I get the job done.
I'm simply a cleaner.
I only comply with the instructions given
perfectly.
This way, that way, whatever boy.
My watchwords.
They call me Pandora.
They say I open my box and let evil things into
their lives...
If the box is your boyfriend, the evil was always there Miss.
Simple reasoning doesn't work when hearts lose love.
The Black Widow,
because their men get caught up in the web of my beauty...
my flirty, kinky...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 8:18pm
26th Feb 2013 8:18pm
My Best Friend
His smile is ennough to make me believe in dreams if ever I stop.
His voice is enough to make me smile when the tears are there.
His eyes are like a million diamonds in the sunshine.
His arms are better than a sword and shield.
He laughs when he knows I am overthinking.
He smiles when he means it.
He cries if I am in pain
and does everything in his power to prevent that from ever happening.
Sometimes I wish I could just hold him and never let go,
but we both have our schedules; our tasks to complete.
And even when I am lonely I know I am not...
His voice is enough to make me smile when the tears are there.
His eyes are like a million diamonds in the sunshine.
His arms are better than a sword and shield.
He laughs when he knows I am overthinking.
He smiles when he means it.
He cries if I am in pain
and does everything in his power to prevent that from ever happening.
Sometimes I wish I could just hold him and never let go,
but we both have our schedules; our tasks to complete.
And even when I am lonely I know I am not...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 9:27pm
25th Feb 2013 9:27pm
Serendipity
Crash
and burn...
life down to the ground because my friends tell me do it
and my enemies tell me do it.
Hell! I don't know who to listen to anymore
because the voices in my head quarrel with one another about who's
opinion I should follow,
though they all want to see me crash...
and burn.
I was meant to fly,
but only on the shoulders of the dark angel that bares my soul
as her own burden.
She told me she would take me to the place I
wanted to find so badly.
Blunt, dark promises
sealed by my own blood and sent
into...
and burn...
life down to the ground because my friends tell me do it
and my enemies tell me do it.
Hell! I don't know who to listen to anymore
because the voices in my head quarrel with one another about who's
opinion I should follow,
though they all want to see me crash...
and burn.
I was meant to fly,
but only on the shoulders of the dark angel that bares my soul
as her own burden.
She told me she would take me to the place I
wanted to find so badly.
Blunt, dark promises
sealed by my own blood and sent
into...
670 reads
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