Submissions by saraeaton (WarriorPrincess of Light)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Oct 2016 6:53am
1st Oct 2016 6:53am
Perspectives
Sometimes I disappoint myself.
Holding the string of a balloon
....Floating away...
Like Pooh's friend Piglet,
Too nieve to see
Reality.
Holding on to the string,
Too high to let go,
So close to new views,
Forgetting to remember that those
Who come from other places
Where I see hope, they know there is sadness.
Where I see excitement, they know there is disappointment.
And as I drift to another world and glance back at my own,
I realize that if I didn't know better,
Where I know there is sadness, I would...
Holding the string of a balloon
....Floating away...
Like Pooh's friend Piglet,
Too nieve to see
Reality.
Holding on to the string,
Too high to let go,
So close to new views,
Forgetting to remember that those
Who come from other places
Where I see hope, they know there is sadness.
Where I see excitement, they know there is disappointment.
And as I drift to another world and glance back at my own,
I realize that if I didn't know better,
Where I know there is sadness, I would...
730 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Sep 2016 6:52pm
18th Sep 2016 6:52pm
Poem Maker
Today I'm uninspired, to
Write words, anyhow;
But if your body were my paper,
Quite a poem we could make!
Write words, anyhow;
But if your body were my paper,
Quite a poem we could make!
666 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
14th Sep 2016 4:16pm
14th Sep 2016 4:16pm
Heart-breaker
My heart's been breaking for years. The slow fracture growing bigger each year. The gradual death of a heart is a sad, dull ache that is surprisingly easy to become accustomed to (like the frog that boils to death as the cold water turns ever so gradually warmer). Life with a broken heart is a life without exclamation points. It is the life of the living dead. In some ways it is not much different than any other kind of life. It is full of many of the same things: work, bills, kids, entertainment. But, it is layered with a never ending fog. There are good moments, for sure. That is what...
780 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Sep 2016 7:47pm
12th Sep 2016 7:47pm
Transitions
My eyes are heavy, closing.
My mind pulling me to sleep.
I felt so awake before,
My body must know more.
Preparing for what's to come,
The predictable, hum drum.
I should be energized, revitalized;
The fire being stoked,
Potentials evoked.
My mind would never forget;
I used to seek a new mindset
When my body fought against my goal.
But now my hope has changed,
I've found another way to go.
My mind pulling me to sleep.
I felt so awake before,
My body must know more.
Preparing for what's to come,
The predictable, hum drum.
I should be energized, revitalized;
The fire being stoked,
Potentials evoked.
My mind would never forget;
I used to seek a new mindset
When my body fought against my goal.
But now my hope has changed,
I've found another way to go.
616 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2016 3:46am
12th Sep 2016 3:46am
Building Fences
I put up a fence so all I'd see
Are trees swaying in the breeze,
Hammocks hung for relaxing,
And the clear blue sky above.
I put up a fence so I'd forget
What's on the other side.
The noise,
The pain,
The multitude putting up a fight.
I put up a fence so I'd not see
The masses on the other side.
The hungry,
The families,
Those working hard to provide.
I put up a fence to improve my view.
It worked so well that now,
My children know only of what they see;
Ignorant and distant from most humanity.
My children are building...
Are trees swaying in the breeze,
Hammocks hung for relaxing,
And the clear blue sky above.
I put up a fence so I'd forget
What's on the other side.
The noise,
The pain,
The multitude putting up a fight.
I put up a fence so I'd not see
The masses on the other side.
The hungry,
The families,
Those working hard to provide.
I put up a fence to improve my view.
It worked so well that now,
My children know only of what they see;
Ignorant and distant from most humanity.
My children are building...
850 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2016 4:09pm
10th Sep 2016 4:09pm
Eager Student
My parents taught me to live for my future.
My teacher taught me to live for my professional future.
My church taught me to live for the hope of a distant future.
My employer taught me to live for her future.
My husband wants me to live for his present and his future.
How do I live for my today?
My teacher taught me to live for my professional future.
My church taught me to live for the hope of a distant future.
My employer taught me to live for her future.
My husband wants me to live for his present and his future.
How do I live for my today?
614 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Sep 2016 11:42pm
9th Sep 2016 11:42pm
My Backyard
Peach tree,
Plum tree,
Falling Free,
Bouncing up,
Swinging tree,
Woodpile,
Campfire,
Hammocks swaying in the breeze,
Good book,
Sweet tea,
Bumble bee,
FUCK!
Plum tree,
Falling Free,
Bouncing up,
Swinging tree,
Woodpile,
Campfire,
Hammocks swaying in the breeze,
Good book,
Sweet tea,
Bumble bee,
FUCK!
585 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2016 7:33pm
8th Sep 2016 7:33pm
Missing Piece
Are you out there anywhere?
Our bodies know each other;
[DNA similar to mine,
Mother or father we share.]
The missing piece of my life.
I yearn to know your story~
How are we different and alike?
What do you do with your days?
Are you a dreamer like me?
Have you a different appetite?
Do you ever think of me
While falling asleep at night?
Our bodies know each other;
[DNA similar to mine,
Mother or father we share.]
The missing piece of my life.
I yearn to know your story~
How are we different and alike?
What do you do with your days?
Are you a dreamer like me?
Have you a different appetite?
Do you ever think of me
While falling asleep at night?
710 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Sep 2016 4:22am
8th Sep 2016 4:22am
This Box is Too Tight
We live in a
Literal,
Linear,
Legalistic
world.
I am a conTEXTual, multi- FREE-sPiRiteD
dimensional, girl.
Anti-depressants to cope with the pain
Of not fitting inside the box I've been placed.
Knowing what I know from livin',
Recognizing my child's similar to me...
Is allowing him to pass through the sheep gates of the American...
Literal,
Linear,
Legalistic
world.
I am a conTEXTual, multi- FREE-sPiRiteD
dimensional, girl.
Anti-depressants to cope with the pain
Of not fitting inside the box I've been placed.
Knowing what I know from livin',
Recognizing my child's similar to me...
Is allowing him to pass through the sheep gates of the American...
609 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2016 2:44am
8th Sep 2016 2:44am
What's Love All About?
I'm gonna go ahead and ask it:
What is love all about?
Is it Mickey selling his harmonica to earn enough money to buy Minnie a gold chain for her watch; and Minnie selling her watch so she can afford to buy Mickey a case for his harmonica?* Is it doing, being, saying
Always what is best for the one you love?
Are there ever any boundaries?
Are you a better person if you embrace suicide?
I'm holding onto life...
How do I make the ultimate sacrifice?
Can I?
Will I?
I think I'd rather die.
*Referencing "Mickey and Minnie's The Gift...
What is love all about?
Is it Mickey selling his harmonica to earn enough money to buy Minnie a gold chain for her watch; and Minnie selling her watch so she can afford to buy Mickey a case for his harmonica?* Is it doing, being, saying
Always what is best for the one you love?
Are there ever any boundaries?
Are you a better person if you embrace suicide?
I'm holding onto life...
How do I make the ultimate sacrifice?
Can I?
Will I?
I think I'd rather die.
*Referencing "Mickey and Minnie's The Gift...
623 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2016 6:27pm
7th Sep 2016 6:27pm
Tempted by Technology
I am on my phone too much...
Reading,
Writing,
Learning,
It wouldn't be so tempting...
If you were more interesting.
Reading,
Writing,
Learning,
It wouldn't be so tempting...
If you were more interesting.
610 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2016 3:13pm
7th Sep 2016 3:13pm
Missing You
I miss you...
How can that be?
I don't even know you, yet
I feel your absence from me!
Keeping my mind on my beautiful life;
All the while concealing the hurt that I bear
From having your impression stamped in my soul,
As if you have been here before, then taken away;
Your imprint never going away.
Cast contoured specifically to you;
No substitute will ever quite do.
Do you hear my soul whisper your name?
Why won't you come to me?
Do you feel it the same?
How can that be?
I don't even know you, yet
I feel your absence from me!
Keeping my mind on my beautiful life;
All the while concealing the hurt that I bear
From having your impression stamped in my soul,
As if you have been here before, then taken away;
Your imprint never going away.
Cast contoured specifically to you;
No substitute will ever quite do.
Do you hear my soul whisper your name?
Why won't you come to me?
Do you feel it the same?
581 reads
1 Comment
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