Submissions by naathalie___ (moongirl)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2015 5:20am
4th Oct 2015 5:20am
untitled
Thank you mom & dad
for everything you have done
because of you, I know right & wrong
The things you taught me
got me where I am today
& that is in Great Lakes
waiting for you to come see me graduate
Being taught how to be a sailor
wanting to go home of course,
but because of you, I know sacrifice is a do
can’t get away from it any who
I can’t believe time is so close
I can’t wait to be home
but I’ll see you soon in my dress white uniform
for everything you have done
because of you, I know right & wrong
The things you taught me
got me where I am today
& that is in Great Lakes
waiting for you to come see me graduate
Being taught how to be a sailor
wanting to go home of course,
but because of you, I know sacrifice is a do
can’t get away from it any who
I can’t believe time is so close
I can’t wait to be home
but I’ll see you soon in my dress white uniform
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 7:00am
26th Sep 2015 7:00am
__an Pa_____ __nno_
Three guys I barely know are walking right in front of me accompanying me to the pier.
On the far left a guy that has a girlfriend but spent one hundred and thirty dollars on a hotel to mess around with a girl he hasn't known for more than two months.
In front of me an engaged nineteen year old &
on his right an eighteen year old kid with a kid of his own forever connected with a woman he doesn't love but pretended he did for a night.
For a minute I stare at the ground and realize the kind...
On the far left a guy that has a girlfriend but spent one hundred and thirty dollars on a hotel to mess around with a girl he hasn't known for more than two months.
In front of me an engaged nineteen year old &
on his right an eighteen year old kid with a kid of his own forever connected with a woman he doesn't love but pretended he did for a night.
For a minute I stare at the ground and realize the kind...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2015 5:02am
20th May 2015 5:02am
die wunder des lebens
Down on earth there is a very beautiful flower
Aspiring to be something important in life
Never did the flower think about what would happen when the wind blew
Desperately trying to find out what path is it’s destiny
Every morning the pretty little flower opens up to the wonderful day that is to come,
& it closes to go back to sweet serenity after a day full of sunshine
Light from the beautiful star above shines every day & makes the flower see the
bright side when it’s been a long dark day
Interesting the way the world...
Aspiring to be something important in life
Never did the flower think about what would happen when the wind blew
Desperately trying to find out what path is it’s destiny
Every morning the pretty little flower opens up to the wonderful day that is to come,
& it closes to go back to sweet serenity after a day full of sunshine
Light from the beautiful star above shines every day & makes the flower see the
bright side when it’s been a long dark day
Interesting the way the world...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th May 2015 8:54pm
7th May 2015 8:54pm
Why?
My therapist once told me to stop asking why all the time.
For example, stop asking questions like “Why me? Why did this happen to me? Why…?”
Instead of asking why, I should ask what. “What am I going to do about it? What am I going to do to change this?”
At the moment when this was being told to me, I was in a hopeful moon, the complete opposite of what I am feeling. I thought it was an amazing idea to not ask why. To ask what instead.
Wonderful, how could I have not thought about it?
I will change my way of thought every time I am feeling sad.
I will be positive...
For example, stop asking questions like “Why me? Why did this happen to me? Why…?”
Instead of asking why, I should ask what. “What am I going to do about it? What am I going to do to change this?”
At the moment when this was being told to me, I was in a hopeful moon, the complete opposite of what I am feeling. I thought it was an amazing idea to not ask why. To ask what instead.
Wonderful, how could I have not thought about it?
I will change my way of thought every time I am feeling sad.
I will be positive...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2015 8:28pm
29th Apr 2015 8:28pm
Your god damned bubble
In this bubble of mine
I can see the sun,
but I can't feel it shine.
I hardly remember how if feels
& how much I liked it.
I only love the idea of the sun.
I only see it from afar.
I have been put in this bubble
against my will.
On a rainy day,
I can't go outside
& play in the rain.
I feel like I'm going insane.
All my feelings are trapped in a cage.
I am in this bubble,
looking at a puddle, lost in space,
in a confined place.
I can't feel the breeze hitting my face.
I can't remember the ...
I can see the sun,
but I can't feel it shine.
I hardly remember how if feels
& how much I liked it.
I only love the idea of the sun.
I only see it from afar.
I have been put in this bubble
against my will.
On a rainy day,
I can't go outside
& play in the rain.
I feel like I'm going insane.
All my feelings are trapped in a cage.
I am in this bubble,
looking at a puddle, lost in space,
in a confined place.
I can't feel the breeze hitting my face.
I can't remember the ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2015 3:54pm
22nd Apr 2015 3:54pm
Where's my coffee?
I have let society take my hand & drag me around
& while it was pulling my arms forcefully..
I tripped a couple of times
I scraped my face & my knees
& It hurts to get back up
The bags under my eyes are so noticeable
& make up can’t help me look socially acceptable
I never really did like coffee, but all this exhaustion makes
me want a lot of caffeine
Gotta get up; off this bed
Make my way to school for about eight hours everyday
So tired, I want to lay down for a while
but right after school I gotta make my way to a...
& while it was pulling my arms forcefully..
I tripped a couple of times
I scraped my face & my knees
& It hurts to get back up
The bags under my eyes are so noticeable
& make up can’t help me look socially acceptable
I never really did like coffee, but all this exhaustion makes
me want a lot of caffeine
Gotta get up; off this bed
Make my way to school for about eight hours everyday
So tired, I want to lay down for a while
but right after school I gotta make my way to a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Apr 2015 3:46pm
1st Apr 2015 3:46pm
untitled
I miss the old days
The ones that I would spend in the highest of states
When I would listen to music so peacefully
Not giving a fuck of what people might think
But things have changed & I can’t act that way
But ask me if I would go back if I could
Oh trust me I would
In a heart beat
But this ain't no wish granting machine
I miss the old days
Putting a bottle on my lips
Not even caring about what time it is
Laying down in the back of the car
Listening to really loud music
Going around the city, just cruising
I miss...
The ones that I would spend in the highest of states
When I would listen to music so peacefully
Not giving a fuck of what people might think
But things have changed & I can’t act that way
But ask me if I would go back if I could
Oh trust me I would
In a heart beat
But this ain't no wish granting machine
I miss the old days
Putting a bottle on my lips
Not even caring about what time it is
Laying down in the back of the car
Listening to really loud music
Going around the city, just cruising
I miss...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 9:07pm
27th Mar 2015 9:07pm
Do you hear the voices too?
As I lay in bed
I can hear the voices in my head
I can hear the wind sneaking in through the window telling me to go outside & breath
I can hear the walls telling me I spend too much time inside
My shoes are saying I walk too much back & forth
My laptop is saying people keep trying to say hello
My light is off & my bed saying I spend too much time crying in the dark
So I stand up
I go outside
I listen to the beautiful call
the call of this wonderful world telling me I am loved.
I go...
I can hear the voices in my head
I can hear the wind sneaking in through the window telling me to go outside & breath
I can hear the walls telling me I spend too much time inside
My shoes are saying I walk too much back & forth
My laptop is saying people keep trying to say hello
My light is off & my bed saying I spend too much time crying in the dark
So I stand up
I go outside
I listen to the beautiful call
the call of this wonderful world telling me I am loved.
I go...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Mar 2015 8:05pm
26th Mar 2015 8:05pm
I have a terrible memory
The days go on & on
& they seem to forget about me walking slowly
Poems in my room scattered on my bedroom floor
I don’t remember writing some of these wonderful things
I gather them & read through them
surprisingly, I don’t remember any
I stop in the middle of reading & think of all the little details that others think
that i have already put in the past
Many things don’t seem to interest me
Music, nature, him, & about three good people in this world are the only
I have a terrible memory
But for the people i love in this world,...
& they seem to forget about me walking slowly
Poems in my room scattered on my bedroom floor
I don’t remember writing some of these wonderful things
I gather them & read through them
surprisingly, I don’t remember any
I stop in the middle of reading & think of all the little details that others think
that i have already put in the past
Many things don’t seem to interest me
Music, nature, him, & about three good people in this world are the only
I have a terrible memory
But for the people i love in this world,...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Mar 2015 7:36pm
26th Mar 2015 7:36pm
I'll be the poet
No te quiero perder; I don’t want to lose you
Que el amor se acabe y vuelvas a querer otro sabor a miel; The love ending & you want another flavor of honey
Like the song hasta la piel by Carla Morrison, I want to write you the most wonderful love song
Many people tell young lovers that we can not find true love so young
but I’m sure that you are the one
The love of my life
I guess we had to get our hearts broken a couple of times
before finding the right one
Like in Paper Towns by John Green come looking after me
If things get rough & I...
Que el amor se acabe y vuelvas a querer otro sabor a miel; The love ending & you want another flavor of honey
Like the song hasta la piel by Carla Morrison, I want to write you the most wonderful love song
Many people tell young lovers that we can not find true love so young
but I’m sure that you are the one
The love of my life
I guess we had to get our hearts broken a couple of times
before finding the right one
Like in Paper Towns by John Green come looking after me
If things get rough & I...
726 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2015 8:02pm
23rd Mar 2015 8:02pm
Be aware of the tiniest details
What is the definition of life to you?
After all we do…
the only thing that is guaranteed is ending up underground & all we know will be
bleak.
There is many reasons people come up with to let go of life
Life is an amazing thing
Many innocent people die everyday
& many people take their own lives & fade away
Needless to say, many people need to learn to appreciate the gift of life.
It’s simple, just love.
First start small.
Love small things; be aware of the tiniest details.
Love the way ants make a line to their home
Love...
After all we do…
the only thing that is guaranteed is ending up underground & all we know will be
bleak.
There is many reasons people come up with to let go of life
Life is an amazing thing
Many innocent people die everyday
& many people take their own lives & fade away
Needless to say, many people need to learn to appreciate the gift of life.
It’s simple, just love.
First start small.
Love small things; be aware of the tiniest details.
Love the way ants make a line to their home
Love...
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Mar 2015 8:50pm
6th Mar 2015 8:50pm
I thought I was done writing poems about you
When our heart breaks, we feel like we have nowhere to turn to.
We try to get as far away emotionally from the people that have hurt a pretty, little heart, because our heart needs to be protected.
The worse thing is when our former love sends us a message telling us they want to know how we’re doing, and they just want to talk,and somehow the conversation is about how we broke up.
“Do you still love me?” someone ends up saying…
How to answer that…
Are you still attached to the person or the memories?
All the things you used to love about your past lover are far...
We try to get as far away emotionally from the people that have hurt a pretty, little heart, because our heart needs to be protected.
The worse thing is when our former love sends us a message telling us they want to know how we’re doing, and they just want to talk,and somehow the conversation is about how we broke up.
“Do you still love me?” someone ends up saying…
How to answer that…
Are you still attached to the person or the memories?
All the things you used to love about your past lover are far...
939 reads
3 Comments
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