Submissions by randomerrachel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
5th Sep 2009 1:32am
5th Sep 2009 1:32am
Absolutely nothing
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
she wrote a poem
And she called it "Shane"
because that was the name of her dog
And that's what it was all about
And her teacher gave her an A
and a gold star
And her mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to her aunts
That was the year uncle bob
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And her little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And her mother and father kissed a lot
And the boy around the corner set her a
Valentine signed...
she wrote a poem
And she called it "Shane"
because that was the name of her dog
And that's what it was all about
And her teacher gave her an A
and a gold star
And her mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to her aunts
That was the year uncle bob
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And her little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And her mother and father kissed a lot
And the boy around the corner set her a
Valentine signed...
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4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Sep 2009 6:10pm
4th Sep 2009 6:10pm
a plead to tom
Yet again
A razor before me
A computer in front of me
Feeling the need to type this
Hoping that if I get my feelings out
I wont hurt myself, or my poor friend
My friend, who I made a promise I would tell
If I did it again. And he promised if I did, he would
I don’t want him to. I don’t want him to bleed. To hurt.
Like me. I don’t want him to be ashamed of me.
I don’t want him to start self harming again.
Because of a silly promise. One I regret.
I promised I would tell him. I did.
I would want him to tell me.
But will I tell him?
He...
A razor before me
A computer in front of me
Feeling the need to type this
Hoping that if I get my feelings out
I wont hurt myself, or my poor friend
My friend, who I made a promise I would tell
If I did it again. And he promised if I did, he would
I don’t want him to. I don’t want him to bleed. To hurt.
Like me. I don’t want him to be ashamed of me.
I don’t want him to start self harming again.
Because of a silly promise. One I regret.
I promised I would tell him. I did.
I would want him to tell me.
But will I tell him?
He...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2009 00:45am
3rd Sep 2009 00:45am
Looking out the window
Looking out the window
Seeing houses, homes
With the lights on
Like mine
With real people inside I cant see
Living lives
Seeing their families
Seeing the world in the same way I do
Not seeing their own appearance unless looking in the mirror
Having their own worries
Bills, work
School, tests
Depths, Family problems.
Far worse than my own
But I don’t know
Looking out the window
Seeing houses, homes,
With the lights on
Like mine
Artists, managers, writers, children
Living lives
Paying bills
Worrying for...
Seeing houses, homes
With the lights on
Like mine
With real people inside I cant see
Living lives
Seeing their families
Seeing the world in the same way I do
Not seeing their own appearance unless looking in the mirror
Having their own worries
Bills, work
School, tests
Depths, Family problems.
Far worse than my own
But I don’t know
Looking out the window
Seeing houses, homes,
With the lights on
Like mine
Artists, managers, writers, children
Living lives
Paying bills
Worrying for...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2009 2:26am
2nd Sep 2009 2:26am
Looking Out the Window
Looking out the window
Seeing houses, homes
With the lights on
Like mine
With real people inside I cant see
Living lives
Seeing their families
Seeing the world in the same way I do
Not seeing their own appearance unless looking in the mirror
Having their own worries
Bills, work
School, tests
Depths, Family problems.
Far worse than my own
But I don’t know
Looking out the window
Seeing houses, homes,
With the lights on
Like mine
Artists, managers, writers, children
Living lives
Paying bills
Worrying for...
Seeing houses, homes
With the lights on
Like mine
With real people inside I cant see
Living lives
Seeing their families
Seeing the world in the same way I do
Not seeing their own appearance unless looking in the mirror
Having their own worries
Bills, work
School, tests
Depths, Family problems.
Far worse than my own
But I don’t know
Looking out the window
Seeing houses, homes,
With the lights on
Like mine
Artists, managers, writers, children
Living lives
Paying bills
Worrying for...
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2009 00:43am
2nd Sep 2009 00:43am
Vampires
Looking out your window,
Trembeling in fear,
You hope that they won't find you,
You hope they wont come here.
Wearing scarfs to bed,
Hoping they wont bite,
You try to sleep peacefully
Even though they might.
You hear a little creaking
And get such a fright,
You think they might be sneaking
around late at night.
You dont have lamps and books,
You dont have normal things,
'Dont worry about your looks...
But bats with scratchy wings!
You hear some howling dogs....
at the full moon.
You ignore the hiding...
Trembeling in fear,
You hope that they won't find you,
You hope they wont come here.
Wearing scarfs to bed,
Hoping they wont bite,
You try to sleep peacefully
Even though they might.
You hear a little creaking
And get such a fright,
You think they might be sneaking
around late at night.
You dont have lamps and books,
You dont have normal things,
'Dont worry about your looks...
But bats with scratchy wings!
You hear some howling dogs....
at the full moon.
You ignore the hiding...
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1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2009 6:42pm
27th Aug 2009 6:42pm
Skylight its not amazing..im only 13 please forvive me ):
it was dark, it was the night
Though, maybe not for my Skylight,
For she was out in the twilight,
Ready for an easy fight
victims will get an awefull fright
they know all it takes is one bite,
for their heart to go too tight,
to come though gates shining bright...
She sits and watches in the grass,
she has her eye on something mass,
we know later she'll pass gross gas,
but hopefully it will just pass..
tensing her legs, she plans to jump
she wants to eat the quite large lump
as she lands, its life ends "bump!"...
Though, maybe not for my Skylight,
For she was out in the twilight,
Ready for an easy fight
victims will get an awefull fright
they know all it takes is one bite,
for their heart to go too tight,
to come though gates shining bright...
She sits and watches in the grass,
she has her eye on something mass,
we know later she'll pass gross gas,
but hopefully it will just pass..
tensing her legs, she plans to jump
she wants to eat the quite large lump
as she lands, its life ends "bump!"...
928 reads
5 Comments
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