Submissions by WestcoastWeirdo
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2014 5:30am
6th Sep 2014 5:30am
Will You?
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer yours.
The sun has stopped shining
And instead the rain pours.
The window to my heart closes
And so does its doors?
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer yours.
My soul bares its teeth
But only the eyes roar.
Its wings clipped short
But still I soar?
I ask
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer yours.
When it's too late?
When I'm no longer yours.
The sun has stopped shining
And instead the rain pours.
The window to my heart closes
And so does its doors?
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer yours.
My soul bares its teeth
But only the eyes roar.
Its wings clipped short
But still I soar?
I ask
Will you still love me
When I'm no longer yours.
When it's too late?
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
30th Mar 2013 4:44am
30th Mar 2013 4:44am
Fitting Out
Fitting in
Isn't what life is all about.
You should embrace
Your fitting out.
When you feel in doubt
Sad & lonely
Gather yourself and shout
I am strong, I am confident.
Be yourself
Don't sit there & pout.
Who cares about them
Don't be puny, be stout.
Fitting in
Isn't what life is all about
You should embrace
Your fitting out.
Isn't what life is all about.
You should embrace
Your fitting out.
When you feel in doubt
Sad & lonely
Gather yourself and shout
I am strong, I am confident.
Be yourself
Don't sit there & pout.
Who cares about them
Don't be puny, be stout.
Fitting in
Isn't what life is all about
You should embrace
Your fitting out.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
10th Mar 2013 4:36am
10th Mar 2013 4:36am
Interview with Self
I am in a mood. In a funk. I've lost myself and am tired of leading the search party. I want to give up, accept the situation as it is. But that's considered unhealthy. We always have to strive to be a better self! With that b.s. in mind, I asked my self about this belief and here is how the conversation went:
Me: Hello, Self. How are you today?
Self: Fuck off.
Me: Niiiice. Umm. I'm going to ask you a few questions about being better.
Self: Fuck off. What's so great about being better?
Me: Exactly! Right? Why can't we just be who we...
Me: Hello, Self. How are you today?
Self: Fuck off.
Me: Niiiice. Umm. I'm going to ask you a few questions about being better.
Self: Fuck off. What's so great about being better?
Me: Exactly! Right? Why can't we just be who we...
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 4:30am
10th Mar 2013 4:30am
The Stupid Fairy
In a tree so high and bright
Sat three chicks this warm night
Dreams of flight they each had shared
In the Evening's warmth and care.
Mornings came and mornings went
Their thoughts and dreams less content
With each Day's hours spent
Not knowing what practice meant.
Wished and wished and dreamed until
A fairy arrived and said, "I feel...
As if you may or as if you might
Be ready to take your first real flight."
"Come to the edge and try this time.
I'll be here and you'll be fine,
You're only lacking one small...
Sat three chicks this warm night
Dreams of flight they each had shared
In the Evening's warmth and care.
Mornings came and mornings went
Their thoughts and dreams less content
With each Day's hours spent
Not knowing what practice meant.
Wished and wished and dreamed until
A fairy arrived and said, "I feel...
As if you may or as if you might
Be ready to take your first real flight."
"Come to the edge and try this time.
I'll be here and you'll be fine,
You're only lacking one small...
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Apr 2012 2:12am
4th Apr 2012 2:12am
Daddy Issues. Mommy Miss-Yous.
Down Down Down
The rabbit hole.
Down Down Down
Just like last night on the pole.
She ponders She wonders
She plunders away her soul.
Daddy issues. Mommy miss-you's.
She was a bargain mess
With dirt cheap drama
And eyes filled with worthless hope.
Daddy issues. Mommy miss-you's.
Her once priceless dreams
Tagged for Blue Light Specials
Was more than she could cope.
And so she goes
Down Down Down
The rabbit hole.
Down Down Down
Just like last night on the pole.
She ponders She wonders
She...
The rabbit hole.
Down Down Down
Just like last night on the pole.
She ponders She wonders
She plunders away her soul.
Daddy issues. Mommy miss-you's.
She was a bargain mess
With dirt cheap drama
And eyes filled with worthless hope.
Daddy issues. Mommy miss-you's.
Her once priceless dreams
Tagged for Blue Light Specials
Was more than she could cope.
And so she goes
Down Down Down
The rabbit hole.
Down Down Down
Just like last night on the pole.
She ponders She wonders
She...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Mar 2012 2:28am
28th Mar 2012 2:28am
What is Love but a Laughing Clown
What is love
But a laughing clown?
Its sadistic face
Its icy frown.
Its mocking eyes
Its haughty stares.
Its haunting smile
Its hideous glares.
What is love
But a laughing clown?
Its painted features
Its shielding gown.
Its desperate excuses
Its accusing lies.
Its mask of pleasure
Its arrogant sighs.
What is love
But a laughing clown?
Indeed,
A hysterical one.
But a laughing clown?
Its sadistic face
Its icy frown.
Its mocking eyes
Its haughty stares.
Its haunting smile
Its hideous glares.
What is love
But a laughing clown?
Its painted features
Its shielding gown.
Its desperate excuses
Its accusing lies.
Its mask of pleasure
Its arrogant sighs.
What is love
But a laughing clown?
Indeed,
A hysterical one.
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
27th Mar 2012 4:32am
27th Mar 2012 4:32am
His Eyes
His eyes were like...
Homemade chicken pot pie.
Mashed potatoes and gravy.
Inviting.
Home.
Homemade chicken pot pie.
Mashed potatoes and gravy.
Inviting.
Home.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
23rd Mar 2012 10:51pm
23rd Mar 2012 10:51pm
Ladybug Lipstick
Head pounding...maybe it's my brain bashing on the inside of my skull trying to let someone (me, of course) know that it wants out.
Like a wrongly accused asylum patient trapped in a room with no windows.
Except my brain does have windows. If it were only smart enough to look through my eyes, it could see the whole world.
And make it its own.
Like a wrongly accused asylum patient trapped in a room with no windows.
Except my brain does have windows. If it were only smart enough to look through my eyes, it could see the whole world.
And make it its own.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2012 10:43pm
23rd Mar 2012 10:43pm
Poem For Your Mother
Your mother is the one that loves you
The one that says she cares.
Your mother is the one that hugs you
And swipes away your whisping hairs.
Your mother is the one that tucks you in at night
The one who soothes your darkened room fears.
Your mother is the one that smiles
And kisses away your tears.
Your mother is the one that tickles you
The one that plays those fun games.
Your mother is the one that makes it alright
And fixes all your pains.
Your mother is the one that smiles at me,
The one with who pours us a drink.
Your...
The one that says she cares.
Your mother is the one that hugs you
And swipes away your whisping hairs.
Your mother is the one that tucks you in at night
The one who soothes your darkened room fears.
Your mother is the one that smiles
And kisses away your tears.
Your mother is the one that tickles you
The one that plays those fun games.
Your mother is the one that makes it alright
And fixes all your pains.
Your mother is the one that smiles at me,
The one with who pours us a drink.
Your...
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