Submissions by misszookeeper
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 5:52am
6th Nov 2012 5:52am
Lessons
What if this is all there is?
Learn to love it; learn to live
Learn to live and live to bleed
Learn to love this life you lead
Learn to laugh and love to cry
Take what comes and don’t ask why
What’s here today won’t be for long
So wipe your tears and move along
A waste of time and a waste of space
Is one who stagnates and rots in place
So learn to shake and dance and vibe
May this life be bold and uncontrived
Learn to love it; learn to live
Learn to live and live to bleed
Learn to love this life you lead
Learn to laugh and love to cry
Take what comes and don’t ask why
What’s here today won’t be for long
So wipe your tears and move along
A waste of time and a waste of space
Is one who stagnates and rots in place
So learn to shake and dance and vibe
May this life be bold and uncontrived
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2012 5:43pm
31st Aug 2012 5:43pm
Sinking Feeling
So private can’t even share my thoughts with myself
Afraid to write them in a book and store them on a shelf
Can’t be who I am cause I don’t know who that is
I watch from afar as I struggle to live
I sit and I watch and I watch and I wait
I hope with all hope that something will vibrate
Patient and quiet, I stare and observe
Aching for anything at all to strike a nerve
I dig deeper and deeper just trying to find
Something or someone to ease my troubled mind
Be it drugs or words or his hands round my...
Afraid to write them in a book and store them on a shelf
Can’t be who I am cause I don’t know who that is
I watch from afar as I struggle to live
I sit and I watch and I watch and I wait
I hope with all hope that something will vibrate
Patient and quiet, I stare and observe
Aching for anything at all to strike a nerve
I dig deeper and deeper just trying to find
Something or someone to ease my troubled mind
Be it drugs or words or his hands round my...
861 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2012 6:21am
28th Aug 2012 6:21am
Dear John
Dear (Saint) John.
I write you from a place of concern
I’ve noticed my brains are on fire. They burn.
The smoke alarm blared as I ruminated today
And I rushed to find the source down every hallway
I ‘d never have guessed that the origin was me
But as I ran past the mirror, my smoking lid was plain to see
It’s a constant black stream clouding up at my peak
It’s gotten so thick that I choke; I can’t speak.
These thoughts twist and they writhe at an unusual pace
The darkness starts somewhere though I can’t...
I write you from a place of concern
I’ve noticed my brains are on fire. They burn.
The smoke alarm blared as I ruminated today
And I rushed to find the source down every hallway
I ‘d never have guessed that the origin was me
But as I ran past the mirror, my smoking lid was plain to see
It’s a constant black stream clouding up at my peak
It’s gotten so thick that I choke; I can’t speak.
These thoughts twist and they writhe at an unusual pace
The darkness starts somewhere though I can’t...
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Aug 2012 7:17pm
20th Aug 2012 7:17pm
And so I write
And so I write….
There’s not much to do when you don’t like the light.
And so I write….
It’s dark in my head and he‘s not worth the fight.
And so I write….
The wax spins around, as it also burns down.
Paint the perfect pink smile over my perfect frown
I could give a shit, but I don’t…but I might.
And so I write….
These fingers ache from gripping so tight
But still I write…
Feigned apathy is my truth never told
My lies tucked away in every crevice, every fold
So close I can...
There’s not much to do when you don’t like the light.
And so I write….
It’s dark in my head and he‘s not worth the fight.
And so I write….
The wax spins around, as it also burns down.
Paint the perfect pink smile over my perfect frown
I could give a shit, but I don’t…but I might.
And so I write….
These fingers ache from gripping so tight
But still I write…
Feigned apathy is my truth never told
My lies tucked away in every crevice, every fold
So close I can...
708 reads
3 Comments
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