Submissions by lonelymaiden
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2009 2:25pm
1st Dec 2009 2:25pm
What I Have Learned
There are times when I do not know what will come next for me.
Times when I can not fathom a guess as to what will come.
These are the times that scare me the most,
To have not the slightest idea of what will happen.
Not a single clue as to what waits around the corner for me.
In the past I would lose all of my logic
I would contemplate killing myself just so I could know what would happen next
Now I know how to deal with these things.
I have learned that even though I may not know what waits for me
That is no reason to panic and do anything dumb or...
Times when I can not fathom a guess as to what will come.
These are the times that scare me the most,
To have not the slightest idea of what will happen.
Not a single clue as to what waits around the corner for me.
In the past I would lose all of my logic
I would contemplate killing myself just so I could know what would happen next
Now I know how to deal with these things.
I have learned that even though I may not know what waits for me
That is no reason to panic and do anything dumb or...
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ANGER POEM
Published
15th Nov 2009 1:44pm
15th Nov 2009 1:44pm
You Take Away My Love
You take away my love
Splitting us apart
Insisting what you are doing is right
That it will keep her safe
But that is not true
I had kept her safe for moths
Before you decided to play the hero
Now you take the role of God
Telling us when things can happen
When she can come back
When she can not
I am sick of you pulling the strings
So please I beg you
With everything I got
Give her back to me
Prove you got a heart
Splitting us apart
Insisting what you are doing is right
That it will keep her safe
But that is not true
I had kept her safe for moths
Before you decided to play the hero
Now you take the role of God
Telling us when things can happen
When she can come back
When she can not
I am sick of you pulling the strings
So please I beg you
With everything I got
Give her back to me
Prove you got a heart
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Nov 2009 2:33am
9th Nov 2009 2:33am
I DO NOT KNOW!
I want to run away to not to have to deal with things that haunt my life.
To run away from the drugs and the yelling and the hitting
Is there a place that I can go to that will release me from these things?
A place where peace and harmony over ride
And nothing can bring me down to the lows that I have felt before.
Yet the only way that I know in to reach this place is to end this life.
To be rid of this mortal world and its series of never ending pains.
To run away from the drugs and the yelling and the hitting
Is there a place that I can go to that will release me from these things?
A place where peace and harmony over ride
And nothing can bring me down to the lows that I have felt before.
Yet the only way that I know in to reach this place is to end this life.
To be rid of this mortal world and its series of never ending pains.
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2009 11:58pm
7th Nov 2009 11:58pm
ME
A swirling black void,
where nothing has any purpose.
This is what you will find in my head.
Mixed into the swirling void is any number of negative thoughts.
Fatass, bitch, slut, worthless, and all the rest.
This is what my head is like morning, noon, and night.
That is why it must all end.
where nothing has any purpose.
This is what you will find in my head.
Mixed into the swirling void is any number of negative thoughts.
Fatass, bitch, slut, worthless, and all the rest.
This is what my head is like morning, noon, and night.
That is why it must all end.
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Oct 2009 11:08pm
27th Oct 2009 11:08pm
Pointless
There is no use; it will all come to an end. Whether it ends as a soft breeze,
or comes upon you like a ragging tornado.
Regardless of how it comes around it does,
and it is this thought that keeps me up at night wondering on whether or not all of this means anything, or if this life we have been given is all for not.
Are we simply here to suffer immense pain to amuse some sick and twisted God sitting in the clouds?
Or could we be here for some greater reason.
One our minds could not grasp even if it was told to us.
I do not know the answer to the answers, ...
or comes upon you like a ragging tornado.
Regardless of how it comes around it does,
and it is this thought that keeps me up at night wondering on whether or not all of this means anything, or if this life we have been given is all for not.
Are we simply here to suffer immense pain to amuse some sick and twisted God sitting in the clouds?
Or could we be here for some greater reason.
One our minds could not grasp even if it was told to us.
I do not know the answer to the answers, ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
26th Oct 2009 1:46am
26th Oct 2009 1:46am
What You Always Call Me
Bitch, fat ass, whore.
Is that really me?
It is what you say so it must be.
I must be a whore working the streets.
A fat ass who just sits and eats.
And to top it all off i am a female dog.
So what was I thinking silly old me?
I am everything you always call me.
Is that really me?
It is what you say so it must be.
I must be a whore working the streets.
A fat ass who just sits and eats.
And to top it all off i am a female dog.
So what was I thinking silly old me?
I am everything you always call me.
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2009 1:20am
25th Oct 2009 1:20am
What Should I Do Mommy?
My mind races back and forth deciding what should be done.
Should I go run for help from the police,
or will they say that I was the one who did this?
We both know this one is on you.
That you became enraged after I told you I would not go to the store for you.
You started with your normal name calling,
piggy, lazy fatass, worth less, waste of air and space.
Then when I put in my head phones to block you out you became physical.
You pulled out my head phones yanked me by my hair across the floor.
When I did not scream out in pain your rage was brought...
Should I go run for help from the police,
or will they say that I was the one who did this?
We both know this one is on you.
That you became enraged after I told you I would not go to the store for you.
You started with your normal name calling,
piggy, lazy fatass, worth less, waste of air and space.
Then when I put in my head phones to block you out you became physical.
You pulled out my head phones yanked me by my hair across the floor.
When I did not scream out in pain your rage was brought...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2009 1:05am
25th Oct 2009 1:05am
False Hopes
My liberation has come,
and now I am free.
Despite this freedom
I feel more trapped,
more than I have ever felt.
To know that she still holds power
it sends chills down my spine.
The thought of being forced to go back,
it makes me want to scream and curse.
With the knowledge of this comes a fear
fear that my freedom is but a house of cards.
One move on her side and it all falls down.
and now I am free.
Despite this freedom
I feel more trapped,
more than I have ever felt.
To know that she still holds power
it sends chills down my spine.
The thought of being forced to go back,
it makes me want to scream and curse.
With the knowledge of this comes a fear
fear that my freedom is but a house of cards.
One move on her side and it all falls down.
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