Submissions by mandy_b00
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write poetry that is describing myself or something that I can relate to.
My Story
You say not to keep my feelings bottled up
but when I tell you, you stab me with your words
that are absolutely crippling
but I encourage you for just one moment
to bite your tongue and listen
instead of saying you know my life and
know I had it easy
YOU DO NOT know the pain
I felt way back in the sixth grade
you did not feel his hands all cross my body
or hear the words like venom telling me he loved me
and he knew what I wanted
and you did not see me cry as he did what he pleased
and then watch tears fall as I sat alone and afraid...
but when I tell you, you stab me with your words
that are absolutely crippling
but I encourage you for just one moment
to bite your tongue and listen
instead of saying you know my life and
know I had it easy
YOU DO NOT know the pain
I felt way back in the sixth grade
you did not feel his hands all cross my body
or hear the words like venom telling me he loved me
and he knew what I wanted
and you did not see me cry as he did what he pleased
and then watch tears fall as I sat alone and afraid...
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Memories of the Mind
There was a girl who I used to know
Whose long brown hair would glisten and glow
Her eyes would sparkle and shine
And she was free as could be
Like a bird in the sky
But she was robbed of her soul
Her eyes would no longer glisten and glow
Her mind turned dark from the memories he left
And she lived in fear of her next breath
But her fears became others game
To laugh and watch her jump away
The darkness spread and she no longer knew
what happiness was
All that was left was fear
She began to think why me ...
Whose long brown hair would glisten and glow
Her eyes would sparkle and shine
And she was free as could be
Like a bird in the sky
But she was robbed of her soul
Her eyes would no longer glisten and glow
Her mind turned dark from the memories he left
And she lived in fear of her next breath
But her fears became others game
To laugh and watch her jump away
The darkness spread and she no longer knew
what happiness was
All that was left was fear
She began to think why me ...
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You don't know
How can you say that I don't know what pain is
That I don't know what abuse is
How can you say you know my life when you have only seen my skin
And how can you say my life isn't bad and I don't deserve to feel hurt
And how would you know just how I feel in the middle of the night
When nobody is there to hear my cries
And you don't hear the spiteful words that fly into my ears
And do you even know how the words that you say hurt
How they leave footprints across my heart and scars across my mind
You do not feel the sharp breath in my lungs at every hurtful...
That I don't know what abuse is
How can you say you know my life when you have only seen my skin
And how can you say my life isn't bad and I don't deserve to feel hurt
And how would you know just how I feel in the middle of the night
When nobody is there to hear my cries
And you don't hear the spiteful words that fly into my ears
And do you even know how the words that you say hurt
How they leave footprints across my heart and scars across my mind
You do not feel the sharp breath in my lungs at every hurtful...
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The Teary Eyed Angel
There is a tree that sits high in the yard
with a teary eyed angel up high in its branches
with a tear streaked face and sniffle and sigh
she looks down at the grass as her tears fall like rain
one drop
two drop
three drop
four
cry a little
sigh some more
the sunlight reaches out and touches her face
brushing the tears away from her face
it wraps her up in a blanket of warmth
and once her tears are dried all up
and the rain stops falling
she closes her eyes and says goodbye to the earth below
she rides up on the clouds
to...
with a teary eyed angel up high in its branches
with a tear streaked face and sniffle and sigh
she looks down at the grass as her tears fall like rain
one drop
two drop
three drop
four
cry a little
sigh some more
the sunlight reaches out and touches her face
brushing the tears away from her face
it wraps her up in a blanket of warmth
and once her tears are dried all up
and the rain stops falling
she closes her eyes and says goodbye to the earth below
she rides up on the clouds
to...
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Home
The purple blue mountain tops and rolling green hills
The smell of pine and touch of the wind in my hair
The warmth of the summer sun caressing my face
Telling me it’s time for a new place
A new home and new school
Someplace where I might not meet people kind and true
The moving van was packed tight like the stars on a warm summer’s night
The road was winding at every street corner
The new home was dusty and cold but
School began later that fall
And I was alone there after all
I was the new girl that nobody knew
And all alone I began my first...
The smell of pine and touch of the wind in my hair
The warmth of the summer sun caressing my face
Telling me it’s time for a new place
A new home and new school
Someplace where I might not meet people kind and true
The moving van was packed tight like the stars on a warm summer’s night
The road was winding at every street corner
The new home was dusty and cold but
School began later that fall
And I was alone there after all
I was the new girl that nobody knew
And all alone I began my first...
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Life
She closes her eyes and says goodnight and hopes to sleep forever
But in the morning she wakes up and tries to ignore the pain
People tell her to be happy with all her lovely treasure
But what can treasure buy you when hearts no where to be found
And if you only have your treasure and no love to be found
What's the point in living if all there is is pain
And if all your life you hide away hoping for it to be better
And never spend it living
Then you never know what life is
You to go out and make a change and that's just how it is.
~a.b
But in the morning she wakes up and tries to ignore the pain
People tell her to be happy with all her lovely treasure
But what can treasure buy you when hearts no where to be found
And if you only have your treasure and no love to be found
What's the point in living if all there is is pain
And if all your life you hide away hoping for it to be better
And never spend it living
Then you never know what life is
You to go out and make a change and that's just how it is.
~a.b
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