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!
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2011 4:32pm
19th Nov 2011 4:32pm
Apology
It all began with a recreational event.
A time where we all should have spent more time together.
A time where I had my head up in the clouds.
A time that created a monster.
It took a year to finally unleash.
I should have realized it was only a matter of time.
Names were said.
Tears were shed.
Then we seemed to discover a part that wasn’t there.
We agreed to make it work.
We planned to put it all back together, like the team we had been throughout those four years.
But in reality, it was too late.
For, I had hurt all of you far too much....
A time where we all should have spent more time together.
A time where I had my head up in the clouds.
A time that created a monster.
It took a year to finally unleash.
I should have realized it was only a matter of time.
Names were said.
Tears were shed.
Then we seemed to discover a part that wasn’t there.
We agreed to make it work.
We planned to put it all back together, like the team we had been throughout those four years.
But in reality, it was too late.
For, I had hurt all of you far too much....
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ANGER POEM
Published
19th Nov 2011 4:30pm
19th Nov 2011 4:30pm
Social Stigma
You tripped me, I fell.
You heard a secret and be the first one to tell.
You’d infuriate me so much, I wanted to yell.
I hope it all bolstered your self-worth.
You didn’t care how low you had to go.
Pointing the finger at me set your insecurities free.
In reality, you were still crucifying the mirror you broke years ago.
You took away my voice, so you’d have something to say.
You preyed on the weak, so your ego would have something to eat.
I found the closet you put on lock down and discovered what you were hiding.
It was the shameful past you were...
You heard a secret and be the first one to tell.
You’d infuriate me so much, I wanted to yell.
I hope it all bolstered your self-worth.
You didn’t care how low you had to go.
Pointing the finger at me set your insecurities free.
In reality, you were still crucifying the mirror you broke years ago.
You took away my voice, so you’d have something to say.
You preyed on the weak, so your ego would have something to eat.
I found the closet you put on lock down and discovered what you were hiding.
It was the shameful past you were...
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2011 2:55am
18th Nov 2011 2:55am
Love
I really wonder if I can actually say I’ve been in love.
Come to think of it, the person I say I was in love with was only in my life for two weeks.
Maybe it was just the worst case of infatuation?
No, I did love him.
But to be in love is something on an extremely different level.
At the same time I realize I had never felt such a feeling.
Perhaps it was because he was my first.
It never felt this worthwhile to be hurt.
No one would ever get away with the pain I experienced here.
Perhaps I made a smart choice.
Maybe I found someone who didn’t mock my...
Come to think of it, the person I say I was in love with was only in my life for two weeks.
Maybe it was just the worst case of infatuation?
No, I did love him.
But to be in love is something on an extremely different level.
At the same time I realize I had never felt such a feeling.
Perhaps it was because he was my first.
It never felt this worthwhile to be hurt.
No one would ever get away with the pain I experienced here.
Perhaps I made a smart choice.
Maybe I found someone who didn’t mock my...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2011 6:58am
14th Nov 2011 6:58am
Life's too short
Sniff the air, listen to the birds, and look at the trees.
You don’t get many days like these.
It all goes by too fast.
This moment may be your last.
Save your tears for bigger fears.
Use your ears for every melody of joy.
The concept we call life is a gift, not a toy.
Use your eyes to see what really lies.
Focus on the full side of the glass, rather than the empty.
In the end, everything is far too short.
As cliché as it may sound, we never realize it until one’s last day is found.
Flaunt your strengths.
Make the best of your weakness.
Work...
You don’t get many days like these.
It all goes by too fast.
This moment may be your last.
Save your tears for bigger fears.
Use your ears for every melody of joy.
The concept we call life is a gift, not a toy.
Use your eyes to see what really lies.
Focus on the full side of the glass, rather than the empty.
In the end, everything is far too short.
As cliché as it may sound, we never realize it until one’s last day is found.
Flaunt your strengths.
Make the best of your weakness.
Work...
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Nov 2011 6:56am
14th Nov 2011 6:56am
Sick
You put pictures up of everyone smiling.
All of it buries the sounds of children crying.
None of this causes post traumatic stress?
All you have to do is pass the torture test.
You all put yourselves on pedestals.
Give yourself a pat on the back for putting restraints on a child.
Believe it or not, they’re being traumatized forever.
You say you understand?
You never, ever will.
If they could speak, they’d be able to give a worldwide speech on why the human race isn’t one to trust.
Everyone who disagrees is making a fuss?
Well, you tell me;...
All of it buries the sounds of children crying.
None of this causes post traumatic stress?
All you have to do is pass the torture test.
You all put yourselves on pedestals.
Give yourself a pat on the back for putting restraints on a child.
Believe it or not, they’re being traumatized forever.
You say you understand?
You never, ever will.
If they could speak, they’d be able to give a worldwide speech on why the human race isn’t one to trust.
Everyone who disagrees is making a fuss?
Well, you tell me;...
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Nov 2011 3:27pm
12th Nov 2011 3:27pm
The garden of Eden
Once upon a time, I walked through the Garden of Eden.
After an enduring storm, I finally saw the sunshine.
The lifelong battle had ended.
And I was finally at peace with myself.
Nature was actually going in my favor.
I gained such an abundance of confidence which led me to build a mirror.
This mirror, I showed to the world.
The mirror held the same reflection for so many years.
Only this time, I could finally say I was proud of the image being shown.
No matter how many stones were thrown, this mirror was unbreakable.
And then I traveled down a path....
After an enduring storm, I finally saw the sunshine.
The lifelong battle had ended.
And I was finally at peace with myself.
Nature was actually going in my favor.
I gained such an abundance of confidence which led me to build a mirror.
This mirror, I showed to the world.
The mirror held the same reflection for so many years.
Only this time, I could finally say I was proud of the image being shown.
No matter how many stones were thrown, this mirror was unbreakable.
And then I traveled down a path....
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ANGER POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 9:03pm
11th Nov 2011 9:03pm
I recall that night
I recall that night.
I named it the sufferer’s revenge.
It was too intense to be called a confrontation, yet too passive to be a fight.
I still hear your words.
The names you spoke of, you hated.
And of course the devil I allegedly became.
I was so preoccupied with your pain, I couldn’t be mad.
One trait that helped me change for the better was realizing you’re full of shit.
You tell all these lies while making these exaggerations up in your head with no way of proving it.
You just sit and sulk.
The fact that you bad mouthed me to ones I’m closest with...
I named it the sufferer’s revenge.
It was too intense to be called a confrontation, yet too passive to be a fight.
I still hear your words.
The names you spoke of, you hated.
And of course the devil I allegedly became.
I was so preoccupied with your pain, I couldn’t be mad.
One trait that helped me change for the better was realizing you’re full of shit.
You tell all these lies while making these exaggerations up in your head with no way of proving it.
You just sit and sulk.
The fact that you bad mouthed me to ones I’m closest with...
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Nov 2011 8:54pm
11th Nov 2011 8:54pm
I died and went to Hell
I died and went to Hell.
A place where screaming becomes a lullaby and painful memories swell.
I died and went to Hell.
A place where torture is known too well.
The anxiety eats you alive.
A place that will do anything to mold your mind.
I died and went to Hell.
A Hell which is intended to be a garden.
A place where neutral voices are used, while pain is inflicted.
A safe haven that ensures you are behaving.
I died and went to Hell.
A place where helmets are used too frequently.
Restraints and blindfolds are the roots for reinforcing appropriate...
A place where screaming becomes a lullaby and painful memories swell.
I died and went to Hell.
A place where torture is known too well.
The anxiety eats you alive.
A place that will do anything to mold your mind.
I died and went to Hell.
A Hell which is intended to be a garden.
A place where neutral voices are used, while pain is inflicted.
A safe haven that ensures you are behaving.
I died and went to Hell.
A place where helmets are used too frequently.
Restraints and blindfolds are the roots for reinforcing appropriate...
1269 reads
4 Comments
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