Submissions by shaunda
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Most my poetry and stories are written about my life as a child and the damage child abuse does to a child's mind.. I am no longer a keeper of secrets. I crank my rock n roll, smoke doob and write like a crazy women. Peace out..Shaunda
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 4:52pm
7th Dec 2012 4:52pm
Empath
The haunting picture is from Alway's Caliban's contest.
I was so beautiful in my former life,
another time it seems. It couldn't
possibly be this life.
I shone like rubies, diadems laden with jewels most exquisite
my eyes held the stars of the heavens
I radiated strength and love for the humanity
that I so willingly chose to empath for
But I am tired. Oh so weary. I cannot
remember ever seeing the light that once
shone in my eyes
...
I was so beautiful in my former life,
another time it seems. It couldn't
possibly be this life.
I shone like rubies, diadems laden with jewels most exquisite
my eyes held the stars of the heavens
I radiated strength and love for the humanity
that I so willingly chose to empath for
But I am tired. Oh so weary. I cannot
remember ever seeing the light that once
shone in my eyes
...
1067 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 12:30pm
7th Dec 2012 12:30pm
I see dead things
I see dead things every day
walking around with the mask of happiness
faking the act of living
ha ha charade you are
I see the empty eyes
mindlessly wandering through life
black pits instead of pupils
seeing only the fog of the damned
I see creatures with dark minds
completely void of the life giving light
shuffling along their well worn paths
mindless of where they go
putting one foot forward at a time
thinking they are walking the walk of the living
I see the dead reflections in my...
walking around with the mask of happiness
faking the act of living
ha ha charade you are
I see the empty eyes
mindlessly wandering through life
black pits instead of pupils
seeing only the fog of the damned
I see creatures with dark minds
completely void of the life giving light
shuffling along their well worn paths
mindless of where they go
putting one foot forward at a time
thinking they are walking the walk of the living
I see the dead reflections in my...
827 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th Dec 2012 4:13am
4th Dec 2012 4:13am
donald duck 1964
Woo hoo. Donald Duck film at school today.
I'm so happy I'm five, cause now I get to do
all the fun things and stuff.
Donald showed me what to do if a fire comes to my house
to burn up my brothers and sisters. I never want them
to die so I'll save them when a fire comes.
I dream about volcanoes flowing over my home
and I am balancing on the step my daddy made in
the back yard.Everyone floats away on fire except me
and i can't save them so i wake up screaming.
When i scream, my mouth opens and no sounds come out ever. ...
I'm so happy I'm five, cause now I get to do
all the fun things and stuff.
Donald showed me what to do if a fire comes to my house
to burn up my brothers and sisters. I never want them
to die so I'll save them when a fire comes.
I dream about volcanoes flowing over my home
and I am balancing on the step my daddy made in
the back yard.Everyone floats away on fire except me
and i can't save them so i wake up screaming.
When i scream, my mouth opens and no sounds come out ever. ...
1393 reads
18 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
14th Nov 2012 3:42am
14th Nov 2012 3:42am
arachnaid
little miss muffit
sat there and puffed it
she binged and she purged a la carte
along came arachnid
mad at losing his eyelid
chopped her into very fine art
sat there and puffed it
she binged and she purged a la carte
along came arachnid
mad at losing his eyelid
chopped her into very fine art
810 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2012 1:17am
11th Nov 2012 1:17am
badge of honor
I wear my scars like a badge of honor.
I'm proud of them for making me a strong person.
The perma split in my lip forever reminding me
I didn't take it lying down
I didn't just say stick it in.
I said go ahead and stick it in
I'll bite that mother fucker right off.
and I tried
Mother fucker.
I wear my scars with my head held high.
you broke my nose without a backward glance
expecting me to cower in fear
a fear I would never willingly show you.
I licked the blood...
I'm proud of them for making me a strong person.
The perma split in my lip forever reminding me
I didn't take it lying down
I didn't just say stick it in.
I said go ahead and stick it in
I'll bite that mother fucker right off.
and I tried
Mother fucker.
I wear my scars with my head held high.
you broke my nose without a backward glance
expecting me to cower in fear
a fear I would never willingly show you.
I licked the blood...
1259 reads
13 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Nov 2012 3:51pm
5th Nov 2012 3:51pm
The empty ones
People who judge others harshly do so
to fill the emptiness in their soul
with words that cut like the bitter pill
they swallow with their morning coffee
Judging others without understanding
how utterly stupid and weak they themselves are
to have to eat the pain they cause others
just to keep themselves fed
oh empty ones,
lay down on the cool sweet earth
spread out your arms and lay flat the hands
that do no good in this world
give leave of your poisonous thoughts
...
to fill the emptiness in their soul
with words that cut like the bitter pill
they swallow with their morning coffee
Judging others without understanding
how utterly stupid and weak they themselves are
to have to eat the pain they cause others
just to keep themselves fed
oh empty ones,
lay down on the cool sweet earth
spread out your arms and lay flat the hands
that do no good in this world
give leave of your poisonous thoughts
...
1066 reads
17 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 4:42pm
30th Oct 2012 4:42pm
Who's your daddy.
I've never been afraid of much in my life
Except for the boogey man that lived in our home
I was the keeper of family secrets for so many years, afraid of what would happen to my family if I ever told. It's terrible to be made to feel responsible for 8 brothers and sisters when you are so young.
I do have a secret that I was ashamed of for so many years.
I have a daughter named Venus. She is 33 years old and has NARP syndrome. She is almost blind, she can only walk for a block before her legs give out on her and she is learning disabled. She had 3 children, 2 of...
Except for the boogey man that lived in our home
I was the keeper of family secrets for so many years, afraid of what would happen to my family if I ever told. It's terrible to be made to feel responsible for 8 brothers and sisters when you are so young.
I do have a secret that I was ashamed of for so many years.
I have a daughter named Venus. She is 33 years old and has NARP syndrome. She is almost blind, she can only walk for a block before her legs give out on her and she is learning disabled. She had 3 children, 2 of...
1138 reads
11 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2012 4:59pm
25th Oct 2012 4:59pm
syrup skies
pretty little maple leaf
dancing on the wind
laughing twirling color thief
you'll never make amends
clothe yourself in autumns dress
of yellows reds and golds
ballerina moves which you caress
so flirty and so bold
Pretty little maple leaf
Flutter cross the sky
drawing patterns of motif
with no reason where or why
dancing on the wind
laughing twirling color thief
you'll never make amends
clothe yourself in autumns dress
of yellows reds and golds
ballerina moves which you caress
so flirty and so bold
Pretty little maple leaf
Flutter cross the sky
drawing patterns of motif
with no reason where or why
767 reads
10 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2012 4:05pm
23rd Oct 2012 4:05pm
Misty Mountain Hopp.
Long, long ago, IN THE DAYS OF YORE, when magic filled the air, there was a very small mouse named Ozzy. Ozzy was an orphan, but he didn't care. He had never known his parents, and he was ok with that because of precisely that; he had never known them(rumor had it they were eaten by a Ballox). Needless to say, he was terrified of Ballox.
So, Ozzy made a promise to himself that he would learn how to use the forest to his advantage, just in case a Ballox happened by. He knew how to get through the forest without making a sound or touching the ground.
His neighbors, the Titty...
So, Ozzy made a promise to himself that he would learn how to use the forest to his advantage, just in case a Ballox happened by. He knew how to get through the forest without making a sound or touching the ground.
His neighbors, the Titty...
782 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Oct 2012 9:19am
20th Oct 2012 9:19am
Pickles & Puke part 2
Here's what I do remember about this particular rape.
I remember thinking I was drowning in the wine. I was crying and hearing my fathers voice. God How I HATED his voice.
I remember grunting noises and gross terrible sounds, but I couldn't tell where they were coming from.
I remember waking on my bed, having no idea where I was or what had happened. My eyes opened to a puke and shit filled sheet, a strong vinegar smell and pickle seeds everywhere. My shit was all over me as if I had been rolling in it.
My father was nowhere around and I just kept crying, puking...
I remember thinking I was drowning in the wine. I was crying and hearing my fathers voice. God How I HATED his voice.
I remember grunting noises and gross terrible sounds, but I couldn't tell where they were coming from.
I remember waking on my bed, having no idea where I was or what had happened. My eyes opened to a puke and shit filled sheet, a strong vinegar smell and pickle seeds everywhere. My shit was all over me as if I had been rolling in it.
My father was nowhere around and I just kept crying, puking...
853 reads
10 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 8:58pm
18th Oct 2012 8:58pm
death of a daisy
A daisy flower
is so much more
than humans give us credit for
the very first flowers of Amour
We know we're special
from our birth
our womb is the brown
of our mother earth
our petals grasping for the sky
unfurling yet we know not why
on whispers of wind
our elders laugh
and a pretty young girl
skips down the path
humming tunes of a love yet to be
upon seeing our petals
she drops to her knees
sweet young thing pretty as you please
our...
is so much more
than humans give us credit for
the very first flowers of Amour
We know we're special
from our birth
our womb is the brown
of our mother earth
our petals grasping for the sky
unfurling yet we know not why
on whispers of wind
our elders laugh
and a pretty young girl
skips down the path
humming tunes of a love yet to be
upon seeing our petals
she drops to her knees
sweet young thing pretty as you please
our...
1621 reads
16 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Oct 2012 4:43pm
17th Oct 2012 4:43pm
Pickles and Puke- part 1
One day when I was 13 and in the 8th grade, I had gotten the stomache flu and had to stay home from school. I was pretty happy lying in my bed with a hot cup of tea sweetened with 5 tblsp of sugar, reading the Tale Tale Heart for the hundredth time.
I had planned to spend the whole day in bed reading, eating PB toast and feeling pretty jacked about missing a school test because of being sick.I had only thrown up once the night before and was actually feeling pretty good but was playing it sick for all I was worth.
My mother had left for her Christian ministry duties and...
I had planned to spend the whole day in bed reading, eating PB toast and feeling pretty jacked about missing a school test because of being sick.I had only thrown up once the night before and was actually feeling pretty good but was playing it sick for all I was worth.
My mother had left for her Christian ministry duties and...
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16 Comments
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