Submissions by unique_lass322
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Overall, my poetry is very dynamic.Some are optimistic, some are dark, some are intended to warm your heart. I'll respect your opinion, whatever it may be. Feel free to take a look at my poetry and let me know what you think. Thanks!
SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2014 8:37pm
30th Mar 2014 8:37pm
In my Ideal Life
In my ideal life, I make my bed and take a morning run.
In my ideal life, I am organized.
I am flexible.
Self reliant.
I am running on full.
I regenerate if I am running on empty.
I am self aware.
I continue to learn about myself.
I recall my knowledge and use it to my advantage.
I accept and better my weaknesses.
In my ideal life, I can speak fluently.
In a conversation, a poem, instructions.
I can process what I am saying.
In my ideal life, I have enough of an attention span to read what is in front of me.
And take in what is around...
In my ideal life, I am organized.
I am flexible.
Self reliant.
I am running on full.
I regenerate if I am running on empty.
I am self aware.
I continue to learn about myself.
I recall my knowledge and use it to my advantage.
I accept and better my weaknesses.
In my ideal life, I can speak fluently.
In a conversation, a poem, instructions.
I can process what I am saying.
In my ideal life, I have enough of an attention span to read what is in front of me.
And take in what is around...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2014 10:17pm
13th Mar 2014 10:17pm
When I was young
When I was young
My handwriting was very messy; entirely illegible.
My letters were written in all kinds of obscure shapes; still are.
I was never allowed to write for group notes because everyone would become too frustrated from reading my horrific handwriting.
It took me longer to learn; still does.
I was disorganized; although I’ve come a long way, I still am.
I’d get frustrated; still do.
The only difference is I used to plug and chug and get nothing out of it.
I never understood any formula.
I never remembered it either.
I made excuses, so to...
My handwriting was very messy; entirely illegible.
My letters were written in all kinds of obscure shapes; still are.
I was never allowed to write for group notes because everyone would become too frustrated from reading my horrific handwriting.
It took me longer to learn; still does.
I was disorganized; although I’ve come a long way, I still am.
I’d get frustrated; still do.
The only difference is I used to plug and chug and get nothing out of it.
I never understood any formula.
I never remembered it either.
I made excuses, so to...
965 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th May 2013 00:08am
29th May 2013 00:08am
Wisest words (Treasures that I have dug up from 6 years ago)
Wisest words:
It was a day of luck when an angel was born.
She was so unique with so many talents.
She had a voice of a lullaby and was so gifted she could probably fly.
She had a smile which was accompanied by laughter and caution.
She was as delicate and gentle as a blossom.
She had hair that held silk and shine.
Her mind was so great, it complemented mine.
Most of all, she spoke the wisest words.
Her aura could was so quiet and very rarely heard.
As much as she didn’t much effort to try, her speeches had no lies.
Her smile went to the ones...
It was a day of luck when an angel was born.
She was so unique with so many talents.
She had a voice of a lullaby and was so gifted she could probably fly.
She had a smile which was accompanied by laughter and caution.
She was as delicate and gentle as a blossom.
She had hair that held silk and shine.
Her mind was so great, it complemented mine.
Most of all, she spoke the wisest words.
Her aura could was so quiet and very rarely heard.
As much as she didn’t much effort to try, her speeches had no lies.
Her smile went to the ones...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th May 2013 3:43am
19th May 2013 3:43am
I'm a believer (First draft)
On Easter Sunday, I realized that I am an all around believer. I am not committed to any particular religion or worship any particular prophet or God. But I still do believe. I believe there is more to believe in a faith that most think. I believe in fate. I believe in inner strength. I believe in any good could come out of any heartbreaking, stressful times. I believe that the rain, sun, snow, grass, trees and all parts of nature serve so much more from a scientific and spiritual respect. I believe in work ethic . I cherish non material rewards. I believe in loyalty. I believe in honesty. I...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2013 10:36pm
15th Jan 2013 10:36pm
Inner strength
So a few minutes ago, I called up the future and this is what she said.
Alright, I’ll put it this way, in a few years you’ll be over this.
You won’t be in pain.
You might roll your eyes at his stupidity.
But this will only make you stronger.
I took her advice and then called my inner strength into my room.
This is what she had to say.
She told me, sometimes we need to be knocked on our asses in order for some sense to be knocked into our brains.
And sweetie, it’s time to move on from all the rejection people have thrown at you.
It’s not because life isn’t...
Alright, I’ll put it this way, in a few years you’ll be over this.
You won’t be in pain.
You might roll your eyes at his stupidity.
But this will only make you stronger.
I took her advice and then called my inner strength into my room.
This is what she had to say.
She told me, sometimes we need to be knocked on our asses in order for some sense to be knocked into our brains.
And sweetie, it’s time to move on from all the rejection people have thrown at you.
It’s not because life isn’t...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Sep 2012 3:08pm
13th Sep 2012 3:08pm
If I were famous (revised)
If I were famous, I would work on my self image before my hair, nails, and makeup for an upcoming picture.
I would demand not to be air brushed on camera.
The papparazzi could take all the embarrassing pictures; make all the snide comments in their captions, and think up whatever hurtful nickname they could think of.
I still wouldn’t change a damn thing.
I would not resort to liposuction or a boob job so I could be on the monthly cover of Playboy’s magazine.
Instead, I would flaunt who I am.
The girl next store.
A female with self respect, ambition, and true...
I would demand not to be air brushed on camera.
The papparazzi could take all the embarrassing pictures; make all the snide comments in their captions, and think up whatever hurtful nickname they could think of.
I still wouldn’t change a damn thing.
I would not resort to liposuction or a boob job so I could be on the monthly cover of Playboy’s magazine.
Instead, I would flaunt who I am.
The girl next store.
A female with self respect, ambition, and true...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 4:06pm
4th Aug 2012 4:06pm
If I were famous
If I were famous, I would work on my self image before my hair, nails, and makeup for an upcoming picture.
I would demand not to be air brushed on camera.
The papparazzi could take all the embarrassing pictures; make all the snide comments in their captions, and think up whatever hurtful nickname they could think of.
I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
I would not resort to liposuction or a boob job so I could be on the monthly cover of Playboy’s magazine.
Instead, I would flaunt who I am.
The girl next store.
A female with self respect, ambition, and true confidence....
I would demand not to be air brushed on camera.
The papparazzi could take all the embarrassing pictures; make all the snide comments in their captions, and think up whatever hurtful nickname they could think of.
I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
I would not resort to liposuction or a boob job so I could be on the monthly cover of Playboy’s magazine.
Instead, I would flaunt who I am.
The girl next store.
A female with self respect, ambition, and true confidence....
678 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 00:39am
18th Jul 2012 00:39am
Fit
Fit
You try to place it somewhere; it doesn’t fit.
This is bullshit.
You don’t get it.
It’s too hard to put together.
Therefore the ones who can’t be categorized will be shunned forever.
You try to make something fit into a particular shape.
It’s just not possible to find out how to trace.
This is all wrong.
Something isn’t right.
There must be a trick.
It frustrates everyone, causing a fight.
Things are so much simpler in black and white.
The truth of the matter is the world is meant to have all different colors, shapes, and sizes....
You try to place it somewhere; it doesn’t fit.
This is bullshit.
You don’t get it.
It’s too hard to put together.
Therefore the ones who can’t be categorized will be shunned forever.
You try to make something fit into a particular shape.
It’s just not possible to find out how to trace.
This is all wrong.
Something isn’t right.
There must be a trick.
It frustrates everyone, causing a fight.
Things are so much simpler in black and white.
The truth of the matter is the world is meant to have all different colors, shapes, and sizes....
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 00:33am
18th Jul 2012 00:33am
Help yourself
When life gives you potatoes, make potato salad.
When life gives your war, fight your battle.
Along with success come the side effects of a hassle.
How does one get through it all?
The work can be as hard as trying to walk through a brick wall.
Effort is the key.
Be your own lead.
One cannot only depend on fate to change on its own.
Help yourself; give yourself the loan.
When one gives you a hand, feel free to grab on.
In the mean time, it's up to you to get what you want.
Opportunity can always launch.
Who's the one to get it?
As everyone...
When life gives your war, fight your battle.
Along with success come the side effects of a hassle.
How does one get through it all?
The work can be as hard as trying to walk through a brick wall.
Effort is the key.
Be your own lead.
One cannot only depend on fate to change on its own.
Help yourself; give yourself the loan.
When one gives you a hand, feel free to grab on.
In the mean time, it's up to you to get what you want.
Opportunity can always launch.
Who's the one to get it?
As everyone...
877 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Jul 2012 5:40pm
15th Jul 2012 5:40pm
A blessing and a curse (Unfinished)
Every parent has sat and wondered about their child. What will they look like? What dreams will they have? How is their future going to turn out? Every parent hopes for the best when it comes to the outcome of their children’s lives. Imagine everything gets ten times better once you hear the fortunate news that your child is ahead. He/she is so advanced for their age. They have the ability to read, count, and learn quicker than any of the other children. Your child is gifted and talented. People are patting you on the back left and right to congratulate you. They’re helping you praise your...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2012 10:14pm
10th Jun 2012 10:14pm
I knew when Christmas would never be the same
I still remember when one holiday would never be the same.
We all knew it would happen.
But my young mind was still optimistic as I wanted to believe we still had more time together.
My mom’s expressive sadness and my father’s calm, silent mourning for you made me hate the mistake you made.
But times were different then.
You never knew something everyone did recreationally would kill you and the Grandmother I never met.
And still, what is almost 12 years later still brings tears to my eyes.
How God took you so soon.
I was too young to say good bye.
You...
We all knew it would happen.
But my young mind was still optimistic as I wanted to believe we still had more time together.
My mom’s expressive sadness and my father’s calm, silent mourning for you made me hate the mistake you made.
But times were different then.
You never knew something everyone did recreationally would kill you and the Grandmother I never met.
And still, what is almost 12 years later still brings tears to my eyes.
How God took you so soon.
I was too young to say good bye.
You...
697 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jun 2012 6:13am
3rd Jun 2012 6:13am
A new kind of weapon is in (revised)
A new kind of weapon is in.
It is killing our youth one by one.
It’s quite deceiving.
You see, it has this screen which has a wide spread eye.
One clicks shoots into one’s heart.
It’s this new era’s idea of a machete.
A new kind of weapon is in.
The thing is, it is intended to come in peace.
It becomes your best friend.
It helps you with your work.
It helps you get a job.
It will even seek anything you need it to.
A new kind of weapon is in.
It is killing our youth one by one.
The sound of killing is subtle.
The weapon doesn’t kill...
It is killing our youth one by one.
It’s quite deceiving.
You see, it has this screen which has a wide spread eye.
One clicks shoots into one’s heart.
It’s this new era’s idea of a machete.
A new kind of weapon is in.
The thing is, it is intended to come in peace.
It becomes your best friend.
It helps you with your work.
It helps you get a job.
It will even seek anything you need it to.
A new kind of weapon is in.
It is killing our youth one by one.
The sound of killing is subtle.
The weapon doesn’t kill...
815 reads
2 Comments
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