Submissions by LizB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If we could stop ruining each others lives, that'd be great.
Coffee & Music
Start the morning routine, now.
Woken up rudely by the alarm I start to get up and sit by the edge of the bed rubbing my face.
Six in the morning is an inhuman hour, anything before ten is just wrong. If you want to see the sun rise then you go do that but don't wake me up because I'll punch you in the throat. On with the routine now. I'll check if I have any unread messages (which I never do because people know better than to text while I'm trying to dream) and make a playlist for the day. This playlist is supposed to tell me how my day is going to be, good or bad I...
Woken up rudely by the alarm I start to get up and sit by the edge of the bed rubbing my face.
Six in the morning is an inhuman hour, anything before ten is just wrong. If you want to see the sun rise then you go do that but don't wake me up because I'll punch you in the throat. On with the routine now. I'll check if I have any unread messages (which I never do because people know better than to text while I'm trying to dream) and make a playlist for the day. This playlist is supposed to tell me how my day is going to be, good or bad I...
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Naked
I've bared my skin and bones on here. Strangers know more about me than my own family. My poems describing my mind and my soul and what has happened to me in the most subliminal of ways...sometimes. I can only hope people think I'm not just another mediocre writer looking for attention, but then again when have I ever cared? When I write something I put a piece of my soul and I've written so many pieces that my poems are more alive than me. You people make me think I'm sane and for all I know you could be a sex offender or a person with a sad poem fetish who cries when they read my poems...
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The Grey Areas
Blankly staring at this bed that has rotted away into the nothingness. Seeing everyone and saying "Hello" to all my fake friends. The universe thinking these friendships will matter in the years to come is idiotic. I used to be so different until I opened my eyes. I used to laugh and make others laugh and be energetic and happy.
Happy.
Happy.
Happy...
He said to write three good things and three bad things and I sat there writing the beautiful tragedy of my life. I don't want a pity party but I want someone to genuinely care about me. To ask me the most insignificant...
Happy.
Happy.
Happy...
He said to write three good things and three bad things and I sat there writing the beautiful tragedy of my life. I don't want a pity party but I want someone to genuinely care about me. To ask me the most insignificant...
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Sleep Is For Dreamers
Standing on this beach whenever I'm feeling lonesome. Watching all these people be happy and thinking how they do it. Maybe they're faking it because that's the only way they know how to be happy.
How do people go on living their lives knowing they're going to die?
I wonder why I'm so cynical, probably because it's been a shitty week. Or maybe I'm just like this. I heard they used to put people in asylums for being cynical. Maybe I belong there because I haven't slept in three days.
Still watching all these people walk by pretending to be happy. Watching him and her be...
How do people go on living their lives knowing they're going to die?
I wonder why I'm so cynical, probably because it's been a shitty week. Or maybe I'm just like this. I heard they used to put people in asylums for being cynical. Maybe I belong there because I haven't slept in three days.
Still watching all these people walk by pretending to be happy. Watching him and her be...
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Mute
I've said too many idiotic things to talk anymore, I've learned my lesson about my peculiarities. I've wasted my love and my friendship with those who do not accept it or are grateful for it. I'm all worn out from head to toe from the selfish people I have met. There is no one else to talk to but that friend. Don't ever let anyone in again because they'll just run away. Don't see the fake smiles from the fake friends who want to empty out your life. I honestly would be better off as a mute so I would not waste another breath, trying to get my life back. I don't know what else to do anymore. ...
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Tiger Eyes
Listen to this Crowded House. How it speaks to your soul and opens your mind. It takes you back to the days before he died.
Before he was murdered.
You finally notice the people on Father's Day, and how it hurts to see that love. Your heart aches, you wish it was a heart attack so you could see him.
Now someone else left, even though he wasn't a real father. He was still there.
A lonely child again, I'm not surprised. They threw objects at each other and wrecked the room. He packed a solitary bag and drove away. I saw the red lights filling my...
Before he was murdered.
You finally notice the people on Father's Day, and how it hurts to see that love. Your heart aches, you wish it was a heart attack so you could see him.
Now someone else left, even though he wasn't a real father. He was still there.
A lonely child again, I'm not surprised. They threw objects at each other and wrecked the room. He packed a solitary bag and drove away. I saw the red lights filling my...
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No Thoughts
I have to go back today
To that same old building
To get that schedule,
To ride the white wave
See all those strangers again
Be that quiet girl in class
Look at all the men in my life
See how they've fled
These hallways are flooded
With the sound of sadness
The people are all staring
At my descent into madness
To that same old building
To get that schedule,
To ride the white wave
See all those strangers again
Be that quiet girl in class
Look at all the men in my life
See how they've fled
These hallways are flooded
With the sound of sadness
The people are all staring
At my descent into madness
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The Lyrics
Fall into these arms baby, let's go to Aberdeen so we can go to The Funeral and you can Shake Me Down and watch the Colours, Alright?
We'll all just Float On to this river of Cough Syrup then Shake It Out...
I just wanted to share some of my favorite songs guys, I really advice you to hear some of them because they're breathtakingly beautiful.
We'll all just Float On to this river of Cough Syrup then Shake It Out...
I just wanted to share some of my favorite songs guys, I really advice you to hear some of them because they're breathtakingly beautiful.
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Melancholy
Everyone has left.
There is nobody here.
Everyone has gone,
to a galaxy far from here.
No father for Fathers Day.
No lover for Valentines Day.
I'm always the one who cares for them.
Always the one that asks.
I've fallen in love, with melancholy.
There is nobody here.
Everyone has gone,
to a galaxy far from here.
No father for Fathers Day.
No lover for Valentines Day.
I'm always the one who cares for them.
Always the one that asks.
I've fallen in love, with melancholy.
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Artists Make The Best/Worst Lovers
They don't just fall in love with you.
They invest their love in you. They will fall so deeply in love that it would devastate them to be a apart from you. You have all the power too. They are utterly devoted to you. They would die for you. They would kill for you. They just want to see you happy until the inevitable happens. Because they're blinded by the sadness love will bring. When you say those words a piece of them dies. It gets shot in the chest and they try to get you back even though its done. They won't cry because the tears are all gone from many many hearts ago. Its all bleak...
They invest their love in you. They will fall so deeply in love that it would devastate them to be a apart from you. You have all the power too. They are utterly devoted to you. They would die for you. They would kill for you. They just want to see you happy until the inevitable happens. Because they're blinded by the sadness love will bring. When you say those words a piece of them dies. It gets shot in the chest and they try to get you back even though its done. They won't cry because the tears are all gone from many many hearts ago. Its all bleak...
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My Imaginary Cigarrete
I don't want cancer, but it's so fucking addicting
I don't want yellow teeth, but damn I love putting it in my mouth
I want to keep my beautiful skin, but its better than sex
I dont want a hole in my throat or a robot voice, but I'd love to taste it again
For now I'll just sit here and enjoy this fake cigarette, and hopefully blow some smoke for once
I don't want yellow teeth, but damn I love putting it in my mouth
I want to keep my beautiful skin, but its better than sex
I dont want a hole in my throat or a robot voice, but I'd love to taste it again
For now I'll just sit here and enjoy this fake cigarette, and hopefully blow some smoke for once
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Girls Who Like Pens Who Like Words
What can you do when you haven't slept a wink
When your soul is weary and full of ink
This writer still has a few more years
A few more years with some more tears
I'm all used up, I can't go on!
'Write for us darling, the show must go on'
But I can't anymore, can't you see?
He killed all the creativity inside of me!
What happens to a writer when they get dumped?
Their ink filled paper begins to run
To see a dead artist and to see their soul
Careful now, you'll fall into the hole
When your soul is weary and full of ink
This writer still has a few more years
A few more years with some more tears
I'm all used up, I can't go on!
'Write for us darling, the show must go on'
But I can't anymore, can't you see?
He killed all the creativity inside of me!
What happens to a writer when they get dumped?
Their ink filled paper begins to run
To see a dead artist and to see their soul
Careful now, you'll fall into the hole
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