Submissions by lolweirdgirl (MirandaS.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Saying of the day: "live your life"
ANGER POEM
Published
24th Oct 2014 8:59pm
24th Oct 2014 8:59pm
Right or Wrong
Right or wrong, it is a question that pays.
Break the moon, and it is a work of art.
Ever lasting cycle of what comes never stays
Yet shatter the stars, and the sky falls apart.
We all drift in and out of the shallows and hills in life.
Right or wrong, it’s a misguided hope that will never sways.
Now balancing the pressures of change on edge of a knife,
Our hope is to struggle and strive!
To fight till we’re gone!
To show we are alive!
Because really is it right if it’s wrong?
Break the moon, and it is a work of art.
Ever lasting cycle of what comes never stays
Yet shatter the stars, and the sky falls apart.
We all drift in and out of the shallows and hills in life.
Right or wrong, it’s a misguided hope that will never sways.
Now balancing the pressures of change on edge of a knife,
Our hope is to struggle and strive!
To fight till we’re gone!
To show we are alive!
Because really is it right if it’s wrong?
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Oct 2014 8:57pm
24th Oct 2014 8:57pm
Reap and Sow
What can a man do with his dreams lost in terror?
When the good is left behind, and life’s cruel irony is all that’s left to savor?
How can we go on?
How else, but than to go on.
When the stars fall, making our world the passion of fire.
When the walls and stones crumble and crack,
do we panic and tire?
No we fight and take our pride and our grace back.
There is no way to live, than to live and rule your own.
In this world we all must reap what we've sown,
so lay down your best
and let fate craft the rest.
When the good is left behind, and life’s cruel irony is all that’s left to savor?
How can we go on?
How else, but than to go on.
When the stars fall, making our world the passion of fire.
When the walls and stones crumble and crack,
do we panic and tire?
No we fight and take our pride and our grace back.
There is no way to live, than to live and rule your own.
In this world we all must reap what we've sown,
so lay down your best
and let fate craft the rest.
649 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 5:02pm
23rd Oct 2014 5:02pm
More Than a Maybe
More than a problem to solve. More than a smile to see. More than a time to forget. More than a maybe. I’m tired being a choice, tired of loosing my voice. Sick of getting put down, and getting pulled round and around. I’m more than a chance. I’m more than a face. I’m better than a song and dance. I’m better than being stuck in this place. You don’t know me. I may not be a yes or no, but I’m much more than a maybe.
649 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 4:56pm
23rd Oct 2014 4:56pm
The Child
I’m not alone. I’m not a joke. I’m not afraid. I’m not a freak. I’m not a small pathetic wreck of a girl. Not anymore. I cant believe I’ve come so far. That my life though flawed, has transformed from from a dark terrifying fight to survive. I wasn’t the bold angry girl i am today. I wasn’t the one to go to for a hug, wasn’t the one to ask for help. Me? Oh I was the small pale girl in class that seemed to be too loud in class, and too quiet in gym. My clothes never matched, my hair always a tangled brunette mess. New bruises and scrapes always appeared. I was the freak that always smelled...
722 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 1:59am
23rd Oct 2014 1:59am
Timmy Tongal and Sally Aloue
Timmy Tongal and Sally Aloue
ran through the streets
never quite sure what to do.
Lil Tongal tangles and pulls hair through night.
Timmy travels your home,
he gathers his treasure and loot.
The earring back,
the sock,
the dime,
and the dolls loose boot.
The things that maybe lost by you,
were found by Timmy
for his lil Ms. Aloue.
Sally smiles and swings
on the branches
of high evergreens.
Waiting for Timmy,
she throws shadows
and makes the wind scream.
She lays water on the walk
in midnight icy air.
She plays...
ran through the streets
never quite sure what to do.
Lil Tongal tangles and pulls hair through night.
Timmy travels your home,
he gathers his treasure and loot.
The earring back,
the sock,
the dime,
and the dolls loose boot.
The things that maybe lost by you,
were found by Timmy
for his lil Ms. Aloue.
Sally smiles and swings
on the branches
of high evergreens.
Waiting for Timmy,
she throws shadows
and makes the wind scream.
She lays water on the walk
in midnight icy air.
She plays...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2014 00:16am
23rd Oct 2014 00:16am
Wonderland Nights
Nights like tonight when I should be falling apart
I’m fine. Heads clear, feet on the ground, lets keep moving along.
This is almost right by being wrong.
Perhaps I’m another Alice, and this is my wonder land.
All that is wrong is right, and the only thing to be wrong is what is right.
Wonderland is a dangerously, wonderful, dangerous place. Even Alice got lost and confused in her own sleepy head.
Poor little Alice, if I were in Wonderland would I wish I were dead?
No, couldn’t! Could I? All the wrong I had done would be right in Wonderlands law.
Nights like...
I’m fine. Heads clear, feet on the ground, lets keep moving along.
This is almost right by being wrong.
Perhaps I’m another Alice, and this is my wonder land.
All that is wrong is right, and the only thing to be wrong is what is right.
Wonderland is a dangerously, wonderful, dangerous place. Even Alice got lost and confused in her own sleepy head.
Poor little Alice, if I were in Wonderland would I wish I were dead?
No, couldn’t! Could I? All the wrong I had done would be right in Wonderlands law.
Nights like...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 1:28pm
22nd Oct 2014 1:28pm
Colored With Madness
Colored in madness
I start to type.
I tell a story for the broken to hear
though all may listen if open to fear.
We write,
We type,
We dance and We sing.
We live in creation and all the madness it brings.
When you live with the will to fight
and do as you please,
the war drags you in
for both the wrong and the right.
You must keep your will
before you’re dragged to your knees.
Colored in madness
I lay down the messages and lectures left in my head.
the the words rage on even when the logic drowns away. ...
I start to type.
I tell a story for the broken to hear
though all may listen if open to fear.
We write,
We type,
We dance and We sing.
We live in creation and all the madness it brings.
When you live with the will to fight
and do as you please,
the war drags you in
for both the wrong and the right.
You must keep your will
before you’re dragged to your knees.
Colored in madness
I lay down the messages and lectures left in my head.
the the words rage on even when the logic drowns away. ...
584 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 1:27pm
22nd Oct 2014 1:27pm
Viper
Death to the viper and his cunning pan piper
May his forked toung
Never rake youth
May it never slay young
Once we break his scales
As he shreded our fairy tales
Make lost his eyes
So done our our cries
Now we shatter each fang
To show fury we gain
We rip out his bones
And drag him to land none owns
So he may slither and shake
Lest he stay never to wake
May his forked toung
Never rake youth
May it never slay young
Once we break his scales
As he shreded our fairy tales
Make lost his eyes
So done our our cries
Now we shatter each fang
To show fury we gain
We rip out his bones
And drag him to land none owns
So he may slither and shake
Lest he stay never to wake
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 1:14am
22nd Oct 2014 1:14am
Stop
Can I stop?
I don’t know whats wrong today.
Can I stop?
What is this shadow I see?
Can I stop?
I feel it staring at me.
Can I stop?
Don’t you see the eyes?
Don’t you hear his evil lies?
Can I stop?
I don’t remember holding the gun,
But he told me a game both gruesome and fun.
Can I stop?
The teeth hissed out a cruel truth.
My friend told me to end this youth.
Can I stop?
Can’t you feel his claws on your skin?
He’s dug them so far in me,...
I don’t know whats wrong today.
Can I stop?
What is this shadow I see?
Can I stop?
I feel it staring at me.
Can I stop?
Don’t you see the eyes?
Don’t you hear his evil lies?
Can I stop?
I don’t remember holding the gun,
But he told me a game both gruesome and fun.
Can I stop?
The teeth hissed out a cruel truth.
My friend told me to end this youth.
Can I stop?
Can’t you feel his claws on your skin?
He’s dug them so far in me,...
753 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2014 1:12am
22nd Oct 2014 1:12am
Sometimes
Sometimes the world just seems so upside down. Why can the most beautiful people with the kindest smile get called ugly and lost in the crowd? Where does the sunshine go to hide away from the storm? How do people stay strong by breaking down? Sometimes the world looks so unclean. Why do people gain from what others lose? Where do the tears go before we cry? How do we worry about ourselves in greedy ways and others in unhelpful manners? Sometimes the world feels so cold. Why does the upper class feel the need to push us all down? Where do you find a dream in a nightmares land? How is a evil...
623 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2014 3:04pm
21st Oct 2014 3:04pm
Another Brown Eyed Girl
Here’s something you should know: I’m another brown eyed girl. I can laugh without care, or cry for the end of the world. I love apple and spice. I hate bubble gum pink. I lie, and I’m not always nice, but I’m a good girl… Despite what you think. I’m another brown eyed girl. Converse and tee shirts are all that you see, when really dresses and frills are fine by me. To me, my hair is always a mess. I live off of music, and I always try my best. More or less. I’m another brown eyed girl. I hate to be alone, I don’t like to sleep, and I always feel like there’s a missing link. I’m another brown...
768 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Oct 2014 3:02pm
21st Oct 2014 3:02pm
Our Monsters
Monsters in the air
monsters every where.
With shallow whispers in your ears,
your will is stollen as danger nears.
They catch you in your sleep
to haunt the fears you keep.
They’ll steal your pride and
steal your dreams.
Watch them show what true
terror means.
Yet listen here and listen well,
for I have a sound relief to tell.
Oh no, not all is sinfully lost.
these wicked ones are gone with a cost.
For you must be willing and you must be brave,
to send these ghouls to their grave.
The monsters you see,
they’ll beg you to...
monsters every where.
With shallow whispers in your ears,
your will is stollen as danger nears.
They catch you in your sleep
to haunt the fears you keep.
They’ll steal your pride and
steal your dreams.
Watch them show what true
terror means.
Yet listen here and listen well,
for I have a sound relief to tell.
Oh no, not all is sinfully lost.
these wicked ones are gone with a cost.
For you must be willing and you must be brave,
to send these ghouls to their grave.
The monsters you see,
they’ll beg you to...
590 reads
1 Comment
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