Submissions by sadgurl
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
hi im taylor..i have been writing poetry for about 3 years and i have enjoyed reading poetry for about 5 years
SELF POEM
Published
6th May 2013 3:27am
6th May 2013 3:27am
what i see...
every morning,
i hate looking in the mirror.
because all i see,
is a fat, ugly girl.
my father tells me,
i look ugly.
my mother says,
i have no taste in clothes.
when i look in the mirror,
i use to see a beautiful girl.
now i see,
a smoker, pothead, fat and ugly person.
when im told by my boyfriend im beautiful,
i turn my head and say im not,
im ugly.
all my friends can see my beauty,
i cant,
all i see is a depressive emo girl.
i hide this a lot,
but sometimes i cant.
i hate looking in the mirror.
because all i see,
is a fat, ugly girl.
my father tells me,
i look ugly.
my mother says,
i have no taste in clothes.
when i look in the mirror,
i use to see a beautiful girl.
now i see,
a smoker, pothead, fat and ugly person.
when im told by my boyfriend im beautiful,
i turn my head and say im not,
im ugly.
all my friends can see my beauty,
i cant,
all i see is a depressive emo girl.
i hide this a lot,
but sometimes i cant.
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 10:56pm
25th Feb 2013 10:56pm
Sometimes
sometimes in my life
im happy an smiling
or
sometimes in my life
im always sad and upset
or
sometimes inmy life
i feellike im by myself
and alone
or
sometimes in my life
i feel i have a family
that loves me forever
so
so who am i?
what is my feeling today?
i dont know anymore
this poem isnt written by me, this is my best friend Jaimey.
she asked me to post it for her :)
i will still take the comments and illpass them on to her
thankyou
sincerely...
im happy an smiling
or
sometimes in my life
im always sad and upset
or
sometimes inmy life
i feellike im by myself
and alone
or
sometimes in my life
i feel i have a family
that loves me forever
so
so who am i?
what is my feeling today?
i dont know anymore
this poem isnt written by me, this is my best friend Jaimey.
she asked me to post it for her :)
i will still take the comments and illpass them on to her
thankyou
sincerely...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Feb 2013 10:22pm
25th Feb 2013 10:22pm
Death
death is dark
death is great
deep despair
a lot of pain
death is great
death is free
come take me
from this shithole land
suicide
it goes through my head everyday
fulfilling it with dreams and hope
maybe someday
ill behappy on this earth
but for now
death is dark
death is great
death take me away
from this hell hole
death is great
deep despair
a lot of pain
death is great
death is free
come take me
from this shithole land
suicide
it goes through my head everyday
fulfilling it with dreams and hope
maybe someday
ill behappy on this earth
but for now
death is dark
death is great
death take me away
from this hell hole
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 11:49pm
6th Feb 2013 11:49pm
The River
i was down there
at the river
it was me and my best friend
the a guy walks down
and guves me a cheeky grin
he started touching me
all over..
i told him to stop!
many times
yet he kept going..
he tried to get me
into the bushes
trying to get me naked...
i tried to get away.
many times
yet he held my arm tight..
i was helpless.
my best mate couldnt do anything
i was there crying
it was like a waterfall from my eyes
my best mate called his mum
she came to pick us up..
he only stop when he saw the police.. ...
at the river
it was me and my best friend
the a guy walks down
and guves me a cheeky grin
he started touching me
all over..
i told him to stop!
many times
yet he kept going..
he tried to get me
into the bushes
trying to get me naked...
i tried to get away.
many times
yet he held my arm tight..
i was helpless.
my best mate couldnt do anything
i was there crying
it was like a waterfall from my eyes
my best mate called his mum
she came to pick us up..
he only stop when he saw the police.. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2012 10:26pm
25th Nov 2012 10:26pm
The Person Behind The Mask
I'm strong,
i laugh..
im the appiest girl on the planet,
i never have a problem..
well i wear this mask
behind it,
im lonely,
sad,
emo...
no one would,
ever guess it.
but im a cutter..
i have the scars to prove it.
i cry myself to sleep,
every single night.
i wait,
for everyone to go to sleep.
then i pull out the razor,
the tears run down my face..
No one will know until,
its too late and im dead
i laugh..
im the appiest girl on the planet,
i never have a problem..
well i wear this mask
behind it,
im lonely,
sad,
emo...
no one would,
ever guess it.
but im a cutter..
i have the scars to prove it.
i cry myself to sleep,
every single night.
i wait,
for everyone to go to sleep.
then i pull out the razor,
the tears run down my face..
No one will know until,
its too late and im dead
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Nov 2012 11:18pm
21st Nov 2012 11:18pm
The Memories
The memories i have,
that will haunt me forever..
I'm over eeling this way,
the pain and misery..
i look upon my arms,
i see the scars.
the memories,
they come flooding back..
fro those times,
when i sat there,
with the razor..
it all comes back,
like a tidal wave..
it crushes me,
with pain....
it causes me,
to break down and cry.
to think about doing it again,
i find that razor.
it sits there,
staring at me..
i think im good enough,
good enough to stop..
but i love,
the red...
that will haunt me forever..
I'm over eeling this way,
the pain and misery..
i look upon my arms,
i see the scars.
the memories,
they come flooding back..
fro those times,
when i sat there,
with the razor..
it all comes back,
like a tidal wave..
it crushes me,
with pain....
it causes me,
to break down and cry.
to think about doing it again,
i find that razor.
it sits there,
staring at me..
i think im good enough,
good enough to stop..
but i love,
the red...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2012 11:49pm
8th Nov 2012 11:49pm
Clowns
Everyday i live in fear,
The fear of clowns
They lingure all around me,
ready to scare..
They look all innocent,
yet they are ready for the kill.
I was 5,
if i remember well..
I watched this moveie,
called 'IT'
I was 5 years old,
It was midnight.
I watched the movie..
i couldnt sleep for the next week,
i was scared 'IT' was coming for me..
i now have a phobia of clowns..
i cannot go to a circus,
other wise ill scream..
A few years back,
me and my friend were watching horror movies.
she bought one movie...
The fear of clowns
They lingure all around me,
ready to scare..
They look all innocent,
yet they are ready for the kill.
I was 5,
if i remember well..
I watched this moveie,
called 'IT'
I was 5 years old,
It was midnight.
I watched the movie..
i couldnt sleep for the next week,
i was scared 'IT' was coming for me..
i now have a phobia of clowns..
i cannot go to a circus,
other wise ill scream..
A few years back,
me and my friend were watching horror movies.
she bought one movie...
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Nov 2012 10:48pm
6th Nov 2012 10:48pm
The Night I Lost You
That faithful night,
i got a call..
It was your mother,
she had bad news..
i sat their and listened to the note,
as she read aloud ver the phone..
tears swelled up in my eyes,
when i heard my name i lost it..
i couldnt bear not having my bestfriend,
there by my side..
You were bautiful,
why did you take your life..
that night,
i sat there thinking..
what was school going to be like,
now that you are gone..
i knew this day was going to come,
but not this early..
you were family to me,
not just a friend..
no...
i got a call..
It was your mother,
she had bad news..
i sat their and listened to the note,
as she read aloud ver the phone..
tears swelled up in my eyes,
when i heard my name i lost it..
i couldnt bear not having my bestfriend,
there by my side..
You were bautiful,
why did you take your life..
that night,
i sat there thinking..
what was school going to be like,
now that you are gone..
i knew this day was going to come,
but not this early..
you were family to me,
not just a friend..
no...
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Nov 2012 11:50pm
5th Nov 2012 11:50pm
Suicide Note
Mother, Father.
I love you dearly.
you werent there for me though.
i tried to get through this life,
but it wasnt for me.
everynight when you were in bed,
i cried myself to sleep.
everynight when you were in bed,
i cut my wrists..
i know you thought i was happy,
but really i was depressed.
i tried to get help,
i really tried,
but it never worked..
Mother, Father.
I know your little secret,
i heard you say it.
you love my best friend more than me,
so here have her.
shes yours,
and goodbye
My best friend...
I love you dearly.
you werent there for me though.
i tried to get through this life,
but it wasnt for me.
everynight when you were in bed,
i cried myself to sleep.
everynight when you were in bed,
i cut my wrists..
i know you thought i was happy,
but really i was depressed.
i tried to get help,
i really tried,
but it never worked..
Mother, Father.
I know your little secret,
i heard you say it.
you love my best friend more than me,
so here have her.
shes yours,
and goodbye
My best friend...
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