Submissions by PigRabbitII
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Like my father before me, I will remain five years old until the day I die.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jan 2013 10:47pm
16th Jan 2013 10:47pm
"Normal"
What if I'm normal?
I hope not
Because if I'm normal,
Then everyone else is weird
And if everyone else is weird,
Wouldn't that make it normal?
But then if everyone else is normal,
Wouldn't I be weird?
And if I'm weird,
Then I'm not normal.
Unless it's normal to be weird.
And if it's not, then who decides?
Is it weird that I'm writing this?
But if it's weird,
Then wouldn't it be normal??
I hope not
Because if I'm normal,
Then everyone else is weird
And if everyone else is weird,
Wouldn't that make it normal?
But then if everyone else is normal,
Wouldn't I be weird?
And if I'm weird,
Then I'm not normal.
Unless it's normal to be weird.
And if it's not, then who decides?
Is it weird that I'm writing this?
But if it's weird,
Then wouldn't it be normal??
90 reads
5 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
16th Jan 2013 1:59am
16th Jan 2013 1:59am
Sing Your Heart Out
Don't matter what anyone says
This is my voice, so listen well
I'll sing loudly because this world is
Hell
Get up in the morning, get ready for school
The same routine every frigging day
Maybe today again I'll look like a fool
My walls are painted darkening shades of gray
Hello, can anyone hear me?
Sing your heart out
Scream aloud
Shut your ears and close your eyes
This world knows only one word:
"Goodbye"
Goodbye, Goodbye
Everybody else can go and die
If I wanted your opinion, I would have...
This is my voice, so listen well
I'll sing loudly because this world is
Hell
Get up in the morning, get ready for school
The same routine every frigging day
Maybe today again I'll look like a fool
My walls are painted darkening shades of gray
Hello, can anyone hear me?
Sing your heart out
Scream aloud
Shut your ears and close your eyes
This world knows only one word:
"Goodbye"
Goodbye, Goodbye
Everybody else can go and die
If I wanted your opinion, I would have...
78 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
1st Jan 2013 2:32am
1st Jan 2013 2:32am
Just Stop Already...
I realize that to say this might not be my place,
But I can honestly assure you that I'd never say it to your face.
It seems to me, my friend,
That this phenomenon of yours is becoming a sort of trend.
After every break-up,
After every dramatic shake-up,
This "Satan" which so likes to possess you
Comes anew.
My friend, of course I am easily amused,
But I see right through this ruse.
Perhaps truly you believe yourself;
If so, then I think you really need help.
Is this a cry for attention?
Is this the beginnings of...
But I can honestly assure you that I'd never say it to your face.
It seems to me, my friend,
That this phenomenon of yours is becoming a sort of trend.
After every break-up,
After every dramatic shake-up,
This "Satan" which so likes to possess you
Comes anew.
My friend, of course I am easily amused,
But I see right through this ruse.
Perhaps truly you believe yourself;
If so, then I think you really need help.
Is this a cry for attention?
Is this the beginnings of...
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9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Dec 2012 3:20am
19th Dec 2012 3:20am
It's Okay--I'm a Professional...
It's okay--I'm a professional.
I took many classes and
Passed with outstanding grades.
I am always well prepared;
Thus this notebook, filled with
Accurate and detailed notes..
So don't worry, don't fret;
I -know- what I'm doing.
No, this is not a joke.
I take my work very seriously,
Thank you.
The classes I took?
Yes, they were online.
Netflix, to be precise.
CSI has taught me all I
Need to know in order to be
A great, invincible
Serial killer.
You are very special, actually.
You are number 100.
I took many classes and
Passed with outstanding grades.
I am always well prepared;
Thus this notebook, filled with
Accurate and detailed notes..
So don't worry, don't fret;
I -know- what I'm doing.
No, this is not a joke.
I take my work very seriously,
Thank you.
The classes I took?
Yes, they were online.
Netflix, to be precise.
CSI has taught me all I
Need to know in order to be
A great, invincible
Serial killer.
You are very special, actually.
You are number 100.
111 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
18th Dec 2012 1:52am
18th Dec 2012 1:52am
If at First You Don't Succeed...
If at first you don't succeed
Shut up. Succeed, idiot.
The more time you think about your failures,
The less time you spend trying to make yourself better!
Now shut the hell up and
GO FOR IT!!!!
Shut up. Succeed, idiot.
The more time you think about your failures,
The less time you spend trying to make yourself better!
Now shut the hell up and
GO FOR IT!!!!
117 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2012 2:31am
12th Dec 2012 2:31am
I'm So Tired That I Could...
I'm so tired that I could sleep on a pile of rocks.
I'm so tired that I could sleep through a hurricane.
I'm so tired that I could sleep with, upon my face, a dirty sock.
I'm so tired that I could sleep through any amount of pain.
I'm so tired that I could pass up sex!
*Gasp!*
.....................
Okay, man...You win.
You're the most exhausted.
I'm so tired that I could sleep through a hurricane.
I'm so tired that I could sleep with, upon my face, a dirty sock.
I'm so tired that I could sleep through any amount of pain.
I'm so tired that I could pass up sex!
*Gasp!*
.....................
Okay, man...You win.
You're the most exhausted.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2012 3:16am
9th Dec 2012 3:16am
A Poetic Question of Honest Curiosity....
To girls who are afraid of blood:
How do you handle your periods????
How do you handle your periods????
98 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Dec 2012 00:43am
8th Dec 2012 00:43am
Pens
Pens are a lot like life.
If you make a mistake, you cannot erase. Even if you use WhiteOut, the mistake is still there and a lot of people can tell.
You can scribble it out, but then it's really obvious.
Better yet, you can try again on a blank sheet of paper.
But what if you mess up again?
If you make a mistake, you cannot erase. Even if you use WhiteOut, the mistake is still there and a lot of people can tell.
You can scribble it out, but then it's really obvious.
Better yet, you can try again on a blank sheet of paper.
But what if you mess up again?
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 11:11pm
7th Dec 2012 11:11pm
Find Your Inner Owl
Which should I choose?
I know not what lies beyond
These doors; Could it be a ruse?
Of this situation I am not quite fond...
Upon the first is a snake.
Its fangs are bared and dripping venom,
It looks like my life it could take;
I'll admit that choosing this might be dumb.
Upon the second is a bear.
It has long black claws,
I would not dare
To pick this door to end up in its jaws...
Upon the third is a deer.
Its antlers branched out like trees;
At this door I did closely peer.
Perhaps this is the one for...
I know not what lies beyond
These doors; Could it be a ruse?
Of this situation I am not quite fond...
Upon the first is a snake.
Its fangs are bared and dripping venom,
It looks like my life it could take;
I'll admit that choosing this might be dumb.
Upon the second is a bear.
It has long black claws,
I would not dare
To pick this door to end up in its jaws...
Upon the third is a deer.
Its antlers branched out like trees;
At this door I did closely peer.
Perhaps this is the one for...
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3 Comments
UPBEAT POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 2:35am
7th Dec 2012 2:35am
My Princess
She wasn't locked away in a tower;
From a beast she did not cower;
There she stands as tall as me
Side by side, together free.
Equal and fierce as fire
We choose to fight
Our foes fall beneath us and into the pyre
The battle rages on into the night.
Whosoever stands in our way
Will soon disappear in the fray
My princess and I, strong warriors,
United and breaking down the barriers
Which divide us from "normalcy"
There is, in us, no uncertainty
She and I, with feelings for each so tender,
No matter...
From a beast she did not cower;
There she stands as tall as me
Side by side, together free.
Equal and fierce as fire
We choose to fight
Our foes fall beneath us and into the pyre
The battle rages on into the night.
Whosoever stands in our way
Will soon disappear in the fray
My princess and I, strong warriors,
United and breaking down the barriers
Which divide us from "normalcy"
There is, in us, no uncertainty
She and I, with feelings for each so tender,
No matter...
109 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Dec 2012 2:17am
7th Dec 2012 2:17am
Sorry
Sorry you had to find me like this...
I just could no longer take the pain I was going through...
My words are coming slowly, as if my body is biding for time...
But my mind is made up already.
Tell my friends that I'm sorry; I meant to message them, but it's too late now.
Mom, Dad, please forget that I was ever born.
I wasn't worthy to be loved by you anyway.
So thank you for giving me a painless way out.
Although these pills couldn't win against my suffering,
They came in handy in this way.
I just could no longer take the pain I was going through...
My words are coming slowly, as if my body is biding for time...
But my mind is made up already.
Tell my friends that I'm sorry; I meant to message them, but it's too late now.
Mom, Dad, please forget that I was ever born.
I wasn't worthy to be loved by you anyway.
So thank you for giving me a painless way out.
Although these pills couldn't win against my suffering,
They came in handy in this way.
109 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Dec 2012 2:28am
6th Dec 2012 2:28am
Video Games
"Not right now; I'm almost to level seven."
But I need your attention! she cries inside.
And yet he plays, ignoring that angel from heaven
Who has all this time remained at his side.
"I can't take it," she exclaims as she leaves the room.
And yet he plays, eyes and mind glued fast to the screen,
Marching into battle at the front of his Elven platoon.
It's almost as if his girlfriend he has never seen.
She drives away and drives away.
She drives while thinking heavy thoughts.
"With him, no longer can I stay."...
But I need your attention! she cries inside.
And yet he plays, ignoring that angel from heaven
Who has all this time remained at his side.
"I can't take it," she exclaims as she leaves the room.
And yet he plays, eyes and mind glued fast to the screen,
Marching into battle at the front of his Elven platoon.
It's almost as if his girlfriend he has never seen.
She drives away and drives away.
She drives while thinking heavy thoughts.
"With him, no longer can I stay."...
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