Submissions by yannawitty109
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 7:38pm
27th Apr 2015 7:38pm
Welcome
Hate everywhere you turn, harder for you to learn.
Teachers there to discern. Talks behind your back,
laughs and talks in face. Putting others in their
place, bullying left without a trace. The meer
failing and abeyance. Scrapping the bottom of the
pot for good grades. Stress eating you alive, the
lunch, oh, the lunch. The attitude filled lunch ladies,
group of friends who only quote movies from the eighties.
The abaseness is fully bliss, having you first kiss, and
bf. Rebelling against elders. "nonsense" spewing out
of the teacher's mouth....
Teachers there to discern. Talks behind your back,
laughs and talks in face. Putting others in their
place, bullying left without a trace. The meer
failing and abeyance. Scrapping the bottom of the
pot for good grades. Stress eating you alive, the
lunch, oh, the lunch. The attitude filled lunch ladies,
group of friends who only quote movies from the eighties.
The abaseness is fully bliss, having you first kiss, and
bf. Rebelling against elders. "nonsense" spewing out
of the teacher's mouth....
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Apr 2015 8:53pm
24th Apr 2015 8:53pm
Realize
Why can't we realize real lies open our eyes
See the truths instead of giving our opinions to
priest who can careless if your drunk, careless
if you open your legs for a living just sitting
there in those booths.
Why can't we realize real lies, open our minds
crack open those blinds see those for who they are
and not what they show you. Their fakeness crippling
you. Their "lovingness" hates you.
Why can't we realize real lies, accept our geekness
know when someone is feigning weakness. Bless your
curves and your acumen.
Why can't...
See the truths instead of giving our opinions to
priest who can careless if your drunk, careless
if you open your legs for a living just sitting
there in those booths.
Why can't we realize real lies, open our minds
crack open those blinds see those for who they are
and not what they show you. Their fakeness crippling
you. Their "lovingness" hates you.
Why can't we realize real lies, accept our geekness
know when someone is feigning weakness. Bless your
curves and your acumen.
Why can't...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2015 8:34pm
24th Apr 2015 8:34pm
Ungrateful
How slobbish and piggish are we that
we need food to bring us to together.
Food to comfort us.
Food to seduce.
We use it for everything, we eat so much we overcompensate
our bodies, refuse to do hobbies.
unless it involves the web, or t.v.
For goodness sake we eat to live,
not live to eat. It's a life fatness and death we give ourselves.
we need food to bring us to together.
Food to comfort us.
Food to seduce.
We use it for everything, we eat so much we overcompensate
our bodies, refuse to do hobbies.
unless it involves the web, or t.v.
For goodness sake we eat to live,
not live to eat. It's a life fatness and death we give ourselves.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Mar 2015 2:37pm
19th Mar 2015 2:37pm
MY LIFE
I feel like an octopus having to do so many things in such little time, but I don’t have as many arms. I feel like I’m being targeted, by any and every thing, just attacking me in swarms. If I can only slow down time, the things I would do, the places I would go, and I can do it because I have so much time. I feel like time is always working against me, like a fast moving predator (cheetah), and I’m the prey. It’s as if time had a meeting with death, and injustice and agreed upon ruining my life, but I didn't have a say.
Life is hard, life is rough, but it can also be tough. Life...
Life is hard, life is rough, but it can also be tough. Life...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Feb 2015 5:17pm
10th Feb 2015 5:17pm
Alive
Alive. Am I really?
Walking around not giving a care in the world.
Alive, seriously?
Then why do I feel so dead inside
Why do I wanna just run and hide?
Can I maybe possibly just have
a moment when it's nothing but me
by myself where I'm all alone. All
problems just gone, vanished. Even
when it doesn't seem like you have
any pulse, you should walk happily with
your head held high, false. I just wanna
shove my head in a beehive, yeah and I'm alive.
Walking around not giving a care in the world.
Alive, seriously?
Then why do I feel so dead inside
Why do I wanna just run and hide?
Can I maybe possibly just have
a moment when it's nothing but me
by myself where I'm all alone. All
problems just gone, vanished. Even
when it doesn't seem like you have
any pulse, you should walk happily with
your head held high, false. I just wanna
shove my head in a beehive, yeah and I'm alive.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2015 5:08pm
10th Feb 2015 5:08pm
Cry
Cry never knowing the reason why, heap a big sigh someone asks
why, so you make up a lie. Depression and sadness, more like aggression and madness. Cry because you don't like the way your life's going. Cry because how big the lights glowing finally showing you on your way, cry because deep down inside you don't
want to die. All more of the reason to cry.
why, so you make up a lie. Depression and sadness, more like aggression and madness. Cry because you don't like the way your life's going. Cry because how big the lights glowing finally showing you on your way, cry because deep down inside you don't
want to die. All more of the reason to cry.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2015 4:55am
10th Feb 2015 4:55am
I AM ME
Despite what others say I'm beautiful.
Despite what I do, or others think of me I am nice.
I'm not mean, I just tell the truth; a realist.
Despite what others say or think of me, I am normal. And so what if I'm weird, thank you and for that I am thankful.
I take that as a compliment, like calling a bimbo beautiful.
I can't fathom how many people really hate me, but guess what I don't care I embrace my confidence which others may call arrogance, because I am me, no matter how much I may not like myself it's time to start accepting that I can't change my appearance, I can't...
Despite what I do, or others think of me I am nice.
I'm not mean, I just tell the truth; a realist.
Despite what others say or think of me, I am normal. And so what if I'm weird, thank you and for that I am thankful.
I take that as a compliment, like calling a bimbo beautiful.
I can't fathom how many people really hate me, but guess what I don't care I embrace my confidence which others may call arrogance, because I am me, no matter how much I may not like myself it's time to start accepting that I can't change my appearance, I can't...
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Feb 2015 5:23pm
9th Feb 2015 5:23pm
Lucky
I am a ticking time bomb.
Any and every little thing can set me off.
I am sick and tired, I've just about had enough.
I wish I could hurt you so bad, but I'll be put in handcuffs.
Don't mess with me, don't tempt me, or I'll burn all of your stuff.
Your lucky he told me not to do it. Your lucky I'm trying to become a christian. Oh, you are so lucky, for you would've been decapitated, and I wouldn't have gave a shit!!
Any and every little thing can set me off.
I am sick and tired, I've just about had enough.
I wish I could hurt you so bad, but I'll be put in handcuffs.
Don't mess with me, don't tempt me, or I'll burn all of your stuff.
Your lucky he told me not to do it. Your lucky I'm trying to become a christian. Oh, you are so lucky, for you would've been decapitated, and I wouldn't have gave a shit!!
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2015 5:10pm
9th Feb 2015 5:10pm
-1
Clocks, clocks ticking, ticking.
Wondering when I'm gonna stop picking, picking.
Horse coming 'round clicking, clicking.
The wheat in his mouth he won't stop licking, licking.
He's angry at us, so that whip he won't stop gripping, gripping.
If you ask me master tripping, tripping.
Now watch when he wants lemonade, in it I'm going to be spitting, spitting. Tomorrow I swear I'm letting go; quitting, quitting.
Wondering when I'm gonna stop picking, picking.
Horse coming 'round clicking, clicking.
The wheat in his mouth he won't stop licking, licking.
He's angry at us, so that whip he won't stop gripping, gripping.
If you ask me master tripping, tripping.
Now watch when he wants lemonade, in it I'm going to be spitting, spitting. Tomorrow I swear I'm letting go; quitting, quitting.
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 5:16pm
4th Feb 2015 5:16pm
My Blood
My blood I see on the floor. My blood, never knew it'll be this much. My blood on the floor shall be no more, no more is my blood on the floor. why is my blood on the floor? Because this life I just didn't want anymore. My voice so sore, screaming because of others wanting to help me. Why?, Why help me, I wanted to do this you see, this was all me. Now I'm ashamed I never really wanted all the attention. I didn't even want anyone to mention. I'm even surprised at me wailing and screaming like a banshee. My blood on the floor shall be no more, no more is my blood on the floor.
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Feb 2015 5:02pm
4th Feb 2015 5:02pm
Beauty
Beauty one of the most idealistic media portrayed topics. Beauty comes from within we've always heard,but yet they sit in chairs go through intense make-up. Now that's absurd. Beauty a word that trails with the nick-name "cutie" doesn't get mixed up with the word booty. Just the most materialistic assumptions never telling to keep having confidence, and that is one of the traits to having beauty. Everyone is beautiful in their own way. No need to have jealousy and hurt someone, only regretting it when your done.
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