Submissions by LizB
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
If we could stop ruining each others lives, that'd be great.
Oh Captain My Captain
Singing this song drunk on this big apple stove
Writing these words with some stuff that I stole
Making my way to the death angels hand
And the worst part is that Robin Williams is dead...
This mans role in Dead Poets Society is what inspired me to write and to never stop. The fact that he's dead and by his own hand is devastating. The happiest people are often the most tortured.
Writing these words with some stuff that I stole
Making my way to the death angels hand
And the worst part is that Robin Williams is dead...
This mans role in Dead Poets Society is what inspired me to write and to never stop. The fact that he's dead and by his own hand is devastating. The happiest people are often the most tortured.
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A Free Bird
It saw it coming, it is always inevitable
The summer it flew was unforgettable
But the hunters got close and shot the bird
It still has its memories from when flew high
You killed it but its all fine
You set it free for it to die
So guess who's a single pringle now...
Well it's not like I didn't see it coming but, you showed me a good time. In the end it wasn't worth it to be honest, you just gave me more heartache. I can't be mad at you but you did made empty promises. I hate the aftermath now. Everyone is treating me like I got shot or I'm...
The summer it flew was unforgettable
But the hunters got close and shot the bird
It still has its memories from when flew high
You killed it but its all fine
You set it free for it to die
So guess who's a single pringle now...
Well it's not like I didn't see it coming but, you showed me a good time. In the end it wasn't worth it to be honest, you just gave me more heartache. I can't be mad at you but you did made empty promises. I hate the aftermath now. Everyone is treating me like I got shot or I'm...
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The People In The Hallway
I see everything
All the girls glancing at their skinny reflections
All the boys with hidden imperfections
They all think they're ugly, if not on the outside then on the inside
Everyday all these people walk to their destinations
They're scared they'll face the awkward situations
Not fitting in, not having the right clothes, all that cliche drama...
Perhaps it's cliche because it is truly what everyone is afraid of
They're all afraid they'll be alone, an outcast, a geek, a nerd, a faggot, a dyke, a slut, a prude
If they all knew that...
All the girls glancing at their skinny reflections
All the boys with hidden imperfections
They all think they're ugly, if not on the outside then on the inside
Everyday all these people walk to their destinations
They're scared they'll face the awkward situations
Not fitting in, not having the right clothes, all that cliche drama...
Perhaps it's cliche because it is truly what everyone is afraid of
They're all afraid they'll be alone, an outcast, a geek, a nerd, a faggot, a dyke, a slut, a prude
If they all knew that...
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Loving You...
To be devastatingly devoted to another person.
For the honeymoon phase to never end because you are just so much in love with each other.
Good morning and good night texts.
Missing you in between breaths.
Sharing your playlist with them.
They're the first one to read your new poems.
You steal their shirt and wear it at night dreaming of them.
You're scared of going to college because you might drift apart.
And if you ever do they'll be the last one to break your heart.
They know your secrets and they still stand by you.
Being so scared of them not...
For the honeymoon phase to never end because you are just so much in love with each other.
Good morning and good night texts.
Missing you in between breaths.
Sharing your playlist with them.
They're the first one to read your new poems.
You steal their shirt and wear it at night dreaming of them.
You're scared of going to college because you might drift apart.
And if you ever do they'll be the last one to break your heart.
They know your secrets and they still stand by you.
Being so scared of them not...
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Pens and Applications
I don't feel creative enough to write a poem right now so I'll just rant I guess. School starts in two weeks, two days, sixteen hours, and one minute and I've yet to figure out what I will become in life. I wish it was as simple as "hey I'm going to be a writer and shit" but let's face it: I need a steady job. I don't want to make that choice, I just want to be happy and not have to worry about rent or anything. The idea of being an English teacher revolts me because it looks as though I have failed in pursuing my dream so now I have to teach other minds to not fail even though some of them...
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#SelfReflection #confusion
#SelfReflection #confusion
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Pretty Woman
She is a perfect imperfection.
She is brave and smart.
As beautiful as her personality.
Smart, witty, insightful, you name it.
She has a bunch of interests that makes her that much interesting.
She doesn't let the great tragedy in her life get her down because she keeps her eyes fixed on the sun.
In her life she has done some wrong but she has done more right than that.
I wish I was her.
She is brave and smart.
As beautiful as her personality.
Smart, witty, insightful, you name it.
She has a bunch of interests that makes her that much interesting.
She doesn't let the great tragedy in her life get her down because she keeps her eyes fixed on the sun.
In her life she has done some wrong but she has done more right than that.
I wish I was her.
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A Dead Bird
A dead mockingbird stands in my bed, she says that I am not dead but this argument has two sides of its face. He's torn apart from his choice because the world makes it so, because of the infinite taboo opinions that his choice decides. A dead bird cannot be alive at the same time, it has to choose to be one side. She must choose a path or she will be cast out of her world because the rules say so. You cannot be the exception and be happy and successful, choose a path or die. It isn't as simple as going to sleep because with sleeping at least you think you'll wake up from your nightmare. You...
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Fake Cigarettes
We head into the concert with our raggedy clothes and our greasy hair.
In our past, there are many mistakes between our fingers and few happy birthdays.
We can only hope today will be the changing point in our lives, because even on a sunny day there will be clouds.
We have our cigarettes fixed on the sun to light them up and inhale the joy and imagination that it brings.
Outdoor concerts are beautiful, the stars align to give you beautiful music and the girls have all their headbands to give you love and head.
The boys have all their their...
In our past, there are many mistakes between our fingers and few happy birthdays.
We can only hope today will be the changing point in our lives, because even on a sunny day there will be clouds.
We have our cigarettes fixed on the sun to light them up and inhale the joy and imagination that it brings.
Outdoor concerts are beautiful, the stars align to give you beautiful music and the girls have all their headbands to give you love and head.
The boys have all their their...
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No Waves In School
High school, the so called "best years of your life".
A time for puberty and public humiliation. For awkward tongue twisting and first time drinking and smoking. A time where parents truly understand that they cannot protect their kids from the outside world that's filled with disappointments.
You cannot protect your kids from experiencing the world. They will sneak out, they will try some herbal refreshment, they will have sex because, no matter how many stories about condoms breaking, they'll want that blonde cheerleader riding them. One can only hope you don't...
A time for puberty and public humiliation. For awkward tongue twisting and first time drinking and smoking. A time where parents truly understand that they cannot protect their kids from the outside world that's filled with disappointments.
You cannot protect your kids from experiencing the world. They will sneak out, they will try some herbal refreshment, they will have sex because, no matter how many stories about condoms breaking, they'll want that blonde cheerleader riding them. One can only hope you don't...
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The Sins Of An Alcoholic
I miss the days when I was a kid.
All you had to worry about was having fun...
Iv'e made too many mistakes these months and the shame eats me whole and spits me out at night. I tried drinking the sorrows away, as my uncle would, but those days are stilled there deep inside the catacombs of my soul. I keep them locked away but my mind likes to peek inside of them once in a while. So when I cut, I feel like they're dripping away with that pink blood. I'm going to drink some more today, maybe I'll actually feel something else. I haven't written in days because of what might come out....
All you had to worry about was having fun...
Iv'e made too many mistakes these months and the shame eats me whole and spits me out at night. I tried drinking the sorrows away, as my uncle would, but those days are stilled there deep inside the catacombs of my soul. I keep them locked away but my mind likes to peek inside of them once in a while. So when I cut, I feel like they're dripping away with that pink blood. I'm going to drink some more today, maybe I'll actually feel something else. I haven't written in days because of what might come out....
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House Of Horrors
Horror may be too strong of a word for my "home" but these days it might just fit. There are razors on every corner, tears fueling the shower every night. There is some daylight, when you're lucky enough to be a fool. Two years and it will all be over...
You can't speak your mind here because they cut your tongue and sew your lips shut, because words are your enemy and if you make your argument it is always shut down by the demons. You have to be ignorant to survive, ignorant and quick to forgive if someone stabs you.
You just have to turn the other cheek until you're...
You can't speak your mind here because they cut your tongue and sew your lips shut, because words are your enemy and if you make your argument it is always shut down by the demons. You have to be ignorant to survive, ignorant and quick to forgive if someone stabs you.
You just have to turn the other cheek until you're...
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I Don't Want To Die
I walk this long and endless corridor to my death. My long chains rattle with each step I take.
2 steps
4 steps
6 steps
8 steps
10 steps
13 unholy steps
I didn't mean to kill those kids God. Please God, I don't want to die and if I do please take me up to heaven with daddy. Oh god oh god oh god please. I sob and I cry but the guards just take me up to the door. They open it to reveal a staircase descending down a big and empty space. Except it's not empty because there's a hanging thing. I never knew what it was called but now I guess I never will. The crowd makes...
2 steps
4 steps
6 steps
8 steps
10 steps
13 unholy steps
I didn't mean to kill those kids God. Please God, I don't want to die and if I do please take me up to heaven with daddy. Oh god oh god oh god please. I sob and I cry but the guards just take me up to the door. They open it to reveal a staircase descending down a big and empty space. Except it's not empty because there's a hanging thing. I never knew what it was called but now I guess I never will. The crowd makes...
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