Submissions by lolweirdgirl (MirandaS.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Saying of the day: "live your life"
DARK POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2014 5:03pm
3rd Nov 2014 5:03pm
Toxic
Static runs from the radio in my mind.
Scratching and chipping at the ideas
that line the walls of my skull,
they release fluid emotions.
Running and dripping
like acid from the wounds,
the streams of anger and pain
flow down my spine,
seep into my stomach,
and then rise up my throat
to settle upon my wild tongue.
Blending and blurring
with memorized words
that were once used with love,
the sea of passion bubbles and burns
into a hateful eruption.
Spewing venomous says
in spiteful ways,
I walk though the world. ...
Scratching and chipping at the ideas
that line the walls of my skull,
they release fluid emotions.
Running and dripping
like acid from the wounds,
the streams of anger and pain
flow down my spine,
seep into my stomach,
and then rise up my throat
to settle upon my wild tongue.
Blending and blurring
with memorized words
that were once used with love,
the sea of passion bubbles and burns
into a hateful eruption.
Spewing venomous says
in spiteful ways,
I walk though the world. ...
907 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2014 2:04pm
3rd Nov 2014 2:04pm
Gone
Push Push Push
You shove me a little over the edge every day.
Push Push Push
I tip and wobble, I try to balance words I say.
Pull Pull Pull
You crank me back just enough to keep me on your side.
Pull Pull Pull
I trip and I stumble over your words in my lost mind.
Push Push Push
You nudge me over inch by inch.
Push Push Push
I'm the one you call in a pinch.
Pull Pull Pull
You drag me in with reassurance and lies.
Pull Pull Pull
I wonder why I'm the only one who cries.
Push Push Push
You thought you were in the clear, thought...
You shove me a little over the edge every day.
Push Push Push
I tip and wobble, I try to balance words I say.
Pull Pull Pull
You crank me back just enough to keep me on your side.
Pull Pull Pull
I trip and I stumble over your words in my lost mind.
Push Push Push
You nudge me over inch by inch.
Push Push Push
I'm the one you call in a pinch.
Pull Pull Pull
You drag me in with reassurance and lies.
Pull Pull Pull
I wonder why I'm the only one who cries.
Push Push Push
You thought you were in the clear, thought...
804 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Oct 2014 2:01pm
31st Oct 2014 2:01pm
Depression
I miss the food.
I ate too much, and now I am not so thin.
He was too rude.
I look in a mirror, I can't stand in my own skin.
I miss the sleep.
I saw things, and now I can't face my dreams.
He stayed to creep.
I cry at night, I fear what the vision means.
I miss the friends.
I forgot trust, and now I've pushed them away.
He said it ends.
I hide in corners, I wait for what he will say.
I miss the life.
I used to rule, and now I let him run me.
He holds a knife.
I wait for pain, I know it's my blood I see.
I ate too much, and now I am not so thin.
He was too rude.
I look in a mirror, I can't stand in my own skin.
I miss the sleep.
I saw things, and now I can't face my dreams.
He stayed to creep.
I cry at night, I fear what the vision means.
I miss the friends.
I forgot trust, and now I've pushed them away.
He said it ends.
I hide in corners, I wait for what he will say.
I miss the life.
I used to rule, and now I let him run me.
He holds a knife.
I wait for pain, I know it's my blood I see.
756 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2014 4:49pm
30th Oct 2014 4:49pm
Lovely Little Girl
What a lovely little girl you are. Would you please just look in my mirror? Look at yourself, you pitiful fool. Look at your red face. Watch the tears you pour every night. Small fluid flecks that rip up the pretty perfection you painted on only moments before. What a mess. You never were a graceful crier. In fact, even when you learned how to silence your sobs in the girls bathroom, you still trembled and gaped your mouth open for the air you couldn't seem to inhale. Fat. See that your face is fat and blotched with hues ranging from a rose pink to the lovely tomato red. Such a disgrace. Look...
899 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
29th Oct 2014 2:10pm
29th Oct 2014 2:10pm
Stop Me
Stop me.
It's just another day.
Stop me.
Lines and verses scripted out to say.
Stop me.
I know they're fruitless fears
Stop me.
I won't veil these tears.
Stop me!
I know those golden eyes,
Just as I know his serpent lies.
stop me.
So what, madness took a gun.
So maybe it looked like fun.
Stop me.
I hear temptation dribble from his jaws.
I feel desperation poison his claws.
Stop me.
Yeah, I know you don't see.
So it's my hands that rip his thorns free.
Stop me?
Like vines and ivy, he tries to wrap and...
It's just another day.
Stop me.
Lines and verses scripted out to say.
Stop me.
I know they're fruitless fears
Stop me.
I won't veil these tears.
Stop me!
I know those golden eyes,
Just as I know his serpent lies.
stop me.
So what, madness took a gun.
So maybe it looked like fun.
Stop me.
I hear temptation dribble from his jaws.
I feel desperation poison his claws.
Stop me.
Yeah, I know you don't see.
So it's my hands that rip his thorns free.
Stop me?
Like vines and ivy, he tries to wrap and...
706 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Oct 2014 1:53pm
29th Oct 2014 1:53pm
The Beach and the Sea
Should I care?
Should I not?
Back and forth
like a wave, you come roaring
and then stumble gently away.
I am the beach.
You are the sea.
Your waves crash down on me
to leave shells of beauty and creative work.
Just as the shells stick
to the suck of my sand,
you pour back to take them away once more.
Crowded and over powered,
I compare your sea-birthed glitz
to my simple grains.
Talk of beauty and fashion.
Ignorance of my fires and passion.
Litter my shores with well desired dazzle
of shells...
Should I not?
Back and forth
like a wave, you come roaring
and then stumble gently away.
I am the beach.
You are the sea.
Your waves crash down on me
to leave shells of beauty and creative work.
Just as the shells stick
to the suck of my sand,
you pour back to take them away once more.
Crowded and over powered,
I compare your sea-birthed glitz
to my simple grains.
Talk of beauty and fashion.
Ignorance of my fires and passion.
Litter my shores with well desired dazzle
of shells...
761 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Oct 2014 3:48pm
28th Oct 2014 3:48pm
A Twenty-One Minute Drive
It’s always hot in here. It’s 6:32 a.m. and as a small bead of sweat threatens to roll down my face, I can’t help wondering how this mass of mobile metal turns into such a sweat shop. Shutting my door, I allow myself to breathe in the humid fragrance of the front seats and greet my ever-cheerful friend. Strong waves of aroma, much like that of rain and sweat mixed together with subtle traces of oil and exhaust, fill my nose at the sound of my door slamming shut. “How are you?” a chipper remark flits from my mouth as I scramble with the grimy and stiff seatbelt. My bag is thrown behind the...
823 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Oct 2014 1:34pm
28th Oct 2014 1:34pm
Stop and Breathe
Stop and breathe they say
Automatic mechanical talk
Like it's the only way
To balance on the line I walk.
Stop and breathe they say
Trying to force comfort around
Quick to help, make me okay
Even quicker to push me to the ground.
Stop and breathe they say
Like I'm out of my mind
"Fix-her" is the new game play
A required challenge unlike any kind.
Stop and breathe they say
Forgetting why they cared at all
But easy to remember what they pay
Easier still to forget me as I fall.
Stop and breathe they...
Automatic mechanical talk
Like it's the only way
To balance on the line I walk.
Stop and breathe they say
Trying to force comfort around
Quick to help, make me okay
Even quicker to push me to the ground.
Stop and breathe they say
Like I'm out of my mind
"Fix-her" is the new game play
A required challenge unlike any kind.
Stop and breathe they say
Forgetting why they cared at all
But easy to remember what they pay
Easier still to forget me as I fall.
Stop and breathe they...
749 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Oct 2014 1:45pm
27th Oct 2014 1:45pm
Sister
I remember open roads with trees dripping fruits.
You saw broken homes with lives poisoned at the roots.
I remember playing in the woods and ruling the land.
You saw me running and hiding from an abusive hand.
I remember my friends, the flowers and the bees.
You saw the other children beat me to my knees.
I remember veggie soup and buttered toast.
You saw it was the simple food I love the most.
I remember visits with daddy, when we'd laugh and play.
You saw saw the desire, and that he could never stay.
I remember asking for one more story every night....
You saw broken homes with lives poisoned at the roots.
I remember playing in the woods and ruling the land.
You saw me running and hiding from an abusive hand.
I remember my friends, the flowers and the bees.
You saw the other children beat me to my knees.
I remember veggie soup and buttered toast.
You saw it was the simple food I love the most.
I remember visits with daddy, when we'd laugh and play.
You saw saw the desire, and that he could never stay.
I remember asking for one more story every night....
799 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Oct 2014 1:30pm
27th Oct 2014 1:30pm
The Last Friend
Rip
You tear though me
Rip
Oh trusty razor I see
Rip
The only way I'm freed
Rip
Dribble, slur, and bleed
Rip
New days come, but not for me
Rip
Trusty razor, the last friend I see
You tear though me
Rip
Oh trusty razor I see
Rip
The only way I'm freed
Rip
Dribble, slur, and bleed
Rip
New days come, but not for me
Rip
Trusty razor, the last friend I see
673 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 10:15pm
26th Oct 2014 10:15pm
Hard to Know
When we come and go, and leave and stay.
It’s hard to know if left or right is our fated way.
When we laugh and cry, and pick and choose.
It’s hard to know if what we lost was really ours to lose.
When we run and hide, and can’t stay and fight.
It’s hard to know if what we think is right.
When we only live and die, and grin and bare it.
It’s hard to know when we’ll take the last hit.
It’s hard to know if left or right is our fated way.
When we laugh and cry, and pick and choose.
It’s hard to know if what we lost was really ours to lose.
When we run and hide, and can’t stay and fight.
It’s hard to know if what we think is right.
When we only live and die, and grin and bare it.
It’s hard to know when we’ll take the last hit.
723 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 10:08pm
26th Oct 2014 10:08pm
Diary of the Attention Whore
Smile at me! Look at me! Please, I’m begging you. Look me in the eye and dare yourself to try and understand. LOOK AT ME! See me! See my past, behold my present, and help me build my future. Please don’t look away, don’t run out on me, don’t let me crumble away. . . I hate my face, my clothes, my body, my hair. I hate my laugh, my voice, my thoughts, my mind. I hate my words, my actions, my ways. I hate myself. So love me. Love me in my own place, when I can’t love myself. Love every little thing I do, and every sound I make. I can’t love myself and my selfish ways. How can I make you look....
715 reads
3 Comments
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