Submissions by lolweirdgirl (MirandaS.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Saying of the day: "live your life"
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2015 7:48am
7th Nov 2015 7:48am
The Girls In Our Lives
there's a girl sitting on the old wood floors
a clever girl
so clever she unlocked the dumb ol doors
there's a girl who stays steady as a rock
a small girl
too small she can't even read a silly clock
there's girl wondering who she'll grow to be
a consistent girl
so consistent everyday at 4:00 she's pouring tea
there's a girl who sadly just had to grow up
a fragile girl
too fragile for her to live in a world so corrupt
there's a girl questioning herself every single day
a frightened girl
so frightened that she might...
a clever girl
so clever she unlocked the dumb ol doors
there's a girl who stays steady as a rock
a small girl
too small she can't even read a silly clock
there's girl wondering who she'll grow to be
a consistent girl
so consistent everyday at 4:00 she's pouring tea
there's a girl who sadly just had to grow up
a fragile girl
too fragile for her to live in a world so corrupt
there's a girl questioning herself every single day
a frightened girl
so frightened that she might...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2015 2:20pm
4th Sep 2015 2:20pm
I Don't Learn
Sometimes It's easy to forget how far I've come
Sometimes I take it all for granted
Well that's my mistake
But how could I dare forget the place I came from
With all that I've preached and ranted
Well that's my mistake
Sometimes I put off the the things that matter in the end
Sometimes I'm convinced it's whats best
Well that's my mistake
When did a crowded scheduled first overrule a friend
Working too hard to play or rest
Well that's my mistake
Sometimes I get angry over things I can't control
Sometimes I take it out on you
Well that's...
Sometimes I take it all for granted
Well that's my mistake
But how could I dare forget the place I came from
With all that I've preached and ranted
Well that's my mistake
Sometimes I put off the the things that matter in the end
Sometimes I'm convinced it's whats best
Well that's my mistake
When did a crowded scheduled first overrule a friend
Working too hard to play or rest
Well that's my mistake
Sometimes I get angry over things I can't control
Sometimes I take it out on you
Well that's...
661 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2015 1:41pm
11th May 2015 1:41pm
Not the fancy folk
We're not the fancy folk
we don't always keep ourselves clean
we arnt the fancy folk
but hey we aint mean
we're a little rough round
we dont have the best of manners
maybe a bit too loud
but we mean well and good
we know how to make fun feel like it should
we don't always keep ourselves clean
we arnt the fancy folk
but hey we aint mean
we're a little rough round
we dont have the best of manners
maybe a bit too loud
but we mean well and good
we know how to make fun feel like it should
612 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th May 2015 7:13pm
10th May 2015 7:13pm
Mother
When mother was a nurturing word
when mother was a foreign word
when mother was a first word
when mother was a scary word
When mother was a gentle word
when mother was a warning word
when mother was a desirable word
when mother was a confused word
when mother was a longing word
when mother was a curious word
when mother was a safe word
when mother was a hated word
When mother was a hopeful word
When mother was a questionable word
When mother was a relieving word
when mother was a frustrating word
When mother was a caring word...
when mother was a foreign word
when mother was a first word
when mother was a scary word
When mother was a gentle word
when mother was a warning word
when mother was a desirable word
when mother was a confused word
when mother was a longing word
when mother was a curious word
when mother was a safe word
when mother was a hated word
When mother was a hopeful word
When mother was a questionable word
When mother was a relieving word
when mother was a frustrating word
When mother was a caring word...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2015 6:55pm
10th May 2015 6:55pm
Try
I don’t want to
try
to be a great writer
I don’t want to
Try
to be a true fighter
I don’t want to
Try
to be the good daughter
I don't want to
Try
to be enough for her
I don’t want to
Try
to be the one you want
I don’t want to
Try
to be more than the runt
I don’t want to
Try
to have the right street smarts
I don’t want to
Try
to have talented arts
I don’t want to make attempt destine to fail
I don’t want to go to battle with doubt in my mind
I am so much more so...
try
to be a great writer
I don’t want to
Try
to be a true fighter
I don’t want to
Try
to be the good daughter
I don't want to
Try
to be enough for her
I don’t want to
Try
to be the one you want
I don’t want to
Try
to be more than the runt
I don’t want to
Try
to have the right street smarts
I don’t want to
Try
to have talented arts
I don’t want to make attempt destine to fail
I don’t want to go to battle with doubt in my mind
I am so much more so...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2015 6:08pm
4th May 2015 6:08pm
The battle
What do you want from me
I’m hurt enough
it’s time you set me free
I’m so tired of theses chains
sick of running
Too fed up with your games
I’m done holding your knife
You don’t own me
Hear me this is MY LIFE
“But now listen here” you say
“I love you
no one else cares that way”
With your point to be made
You whispered
You urged and gave the blade
Binds tighten on my wrist
I go numb
Can’t fight the thoughts you twist
Blood boils and and bubbles out
with anger and sham
I...
I’m hurt enough
it’s time you set me free
I’m so tired of theses chains
sick of running
Too fed up with your games
I’m done holding your knife
You don’t own me
Hear me this is MY LIFE
“But now listen here” you say
“I love you
no one else cares that way”
With your point to be made
You whispered
You urged and gave the blade
Binds tighten on my wrist
I go numb
Can’t fight the thoughts you twist
Blood boils and and bubbles out
with anger and sham
I...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2015 1:54pm
16th Apr 2015 1:54pm
Fame
five minutes left my time ticks down
breathe and turn glance round and round
typing and printing scratching and scrawling
my thoughts moving strutting limping crawling
they make their way from my uninspired heart
fighting the realism and actualities that tear dreams apart
Almost time almost the end for my new mental battle game
time to reveal my piece to gain deserved an unspoken fame
breathe and turn glance round and round
typing and printing scratching and scrawling
my thoughts moving strutting limping crawling
they make their way from my uninspired heart
fighting the realism and actualities that tear dreams apart
Almost time almost the end for my new mental battle game
time to reveal my piece to gain deserved an unspoken fame
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th Apr 2015 1:49pm
16th Apr 2015 1:49pm
A draft for fictional narrative (based off true events and written as a journal)
Memories 10:23 pm
It’s funny the things that stay in your mind. the little details and snippets of reality that stay sketched in your head against your desire and will. For example despite how hard I try to forget that day I can still close my eyes and see everything. I guess somethings make sense. like the way i can still feel the lashings on my back or the rocks and sticks hitting my head, that’s not something you just forget right away. but there are other things from that day, things like the orange painted walls and sombreros that hung on them. I remember it was an oddly colorful...
It’s funny the things that stay in your mind. the little details and snippets of reality that stay sketched in your head against your desire and will. For example despite how hard I try to forget that day I can still close my eyes and see everything. I guess somethings make sense. like the way i can still feel the lashings on my back or the rocks and sticks hitting my head, that’s not something you just forget right away. but there are other things from that day, things like the orange painted walls and sombreros that hung on them. I remember it was an oddly colorful...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2015 3:41pm
15th Apr 2015 3:41pm
Broken Lovers
maybe I'm a little crazy
just a tad insane
because i like the abuse
I love the pain
bend and break me
rip up my heart
shatter my soul
tear me apart
I want to feel everything
push my buttons right
strangle my will
make me put up a fight
I know its dangerous
this little game we play
for a rush I'll risk my mind
still it's a price I'll pay
I want to burn
I want bear your scar
kick me down
push me too far
So hit me with all you've got
cut me make me bleed
pretend you care
make...
just a tad insane
because i like the abuse
I love the pain
bend and break me
rip up my heart
shatter my soul
tear me apart
I want to feel everything
push my buttons right
strangle my will
make me put up a fight
I know its dangerous
this little game we play
for a rush I'll risk my mind
still it's a price I'll pay
I want to burn
I want bear your scar
kick me down
push me too far
So hit me with all you've got
cut me make me bleed
pretend you care
make...
762 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Apr 2015 3:37pm
15th Apr 2015 3:37pm
Minds Melody
so here I am.
I’m standing on the edge
flirting with death
with nothing but my thoughts
and minds melody.
swinging swaying
I’m wondering,
if I jumped would they say I fell?
it’s a simple question that deserves a simple answer.
just a yes or just a no.
that's all I need,
to stay to go.
so here I am again.
I’m dangling my legs over the side
dabbing my feet in and out of the water,
here again with my thoughts and minds melody.
dipping splashing
I’m wondering
if i dive now would they say i drowned?
can you...
I’m standing on the edge
flirting with death
with nothing but my thoughts
and minds melody.
swinging swaying
I’m wondering,
if I jumped would they say I fell?
it’s a simple question that deserves a simple answer.
just a yes or just a no.
that's all I need,
to stay to go.
so here I am again.
I’m dangling my legs over the side
dabbing my feet in and out of the water,
here again with my thoughts and minds melody.
dipping splashing
I’m wondering
if i dive now would they say i drowned?
can you...
814 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Apr 2015 8:34pm
5th Apr 2015 8:34pm
I f**king Hate You
I don't know what to say anymore
You were always here
You were always mine
But now I'm walking out the door
And yes, I remember the vow
I would never leave you
I could never hate you
But I guess I'm breaking them now
I suppose I'm just going mad
We burned out too fast
We never had a chance
But, remember the dreams we had
And I guess you don't really care
Those days are over now
Pointless to hold on
But I still want you here, not there
So what, I know it isn't true
It's far from the facts
It's denials...
You were always here
You were always mine
But now I'm walking out the door
And yes, I remember the vow
I would never leave you
I could never hate you
But I guess I'm breaking them now
I suppose I'm just going mad
We burned out too fast
We never had a chance
But, remember the dreams we had
And I guess you don't really care
Those days are over now
Pointless to hold on
But I still want you here, not there
So what, I know it isn't true
It's far from the facts
It's denials...
809 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Feb 2015 11:17pm
7th Feb 2015 11:17pm
Mistakes
Standing here
thinking plotting scheming
I'm standing here seeing my every flaw.
the chips in my jewelry and nails
the constant reminders and fails
the eyeliner that smears out of place
the tears that steal down my face
all my clothes too big, too small.
so many mishaps, and I see them all
every spot every wrinkle
every shirt crinkle
every little mistake
every bad smile I fake
the stands of hair that hang too low
the pale skin that tends to show
I see the scars I drew
I wonder how I never knew
every little crooked stitch...
thinking plotting scheming
I'm standing here seeing my every flaw.
the chips in my jewelry and nails
the constant reminders and fails
the eyeliner that smears out of place
the tears that steal down my face
all my clothes too big, too small.
so many mishaps, and I see them all
every spot every wrinkle
every shirt crinkle
every little mistake
every bad smile I fake
the stands of hair that hang too low
the pale skin that tends to show
I see the scars I drew
I wonder how I never knew
every little crooked stitch...
696 reads
3 Comments
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