Submissions by hannahagadorn (HippieHannah)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
A Feeling That Never Goes Away
I look in the mirror.
I take a deep breath in.
Looking at my reflection.
I slowly ease the air outta my lungs.
I try to live happy.
Think positive constantly.
But I realize there's something wrong.
My reflection crying.
But I'm perfectly normal on the outside.
I'm screaming on the inside.
There has to be something wrong.
Something wrong with me.
The loneliness is eating me alive.
Why can't I be like her.
Pretty, thinner, taller...
I always think about this.
I'll never measure up to them.
I deserve to...
I take a deep breath in.
Looking at my reflection.
I slowly ease the air outta my lungs.
I try to live happy.
Think positive constantly.
But I realize there's something wrong.
My reflection crying.
But I'm perfectly normal on the outside.
I'm screaming on the inside.
There has to be something wrong.
Something wrong with me.
The loneliness is eating me alive.
Why can't I be like her.
Pretty, thinner, taller...
I always think about this.
I'll never measure up to them.
I deserve to...
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The Beauty Of Nature
I go outside for a breather.
The cold air embraces my lungs.
I glance up and see the stars.
They shine so bright.
I sit on the bench.
The moon is full.
It shines bright casting shadows.
The trees, the bushes, all the way up to
My silhouette.
The icy cool air blows slowly.
Pushing a dust of snow across the ground.
It glitters with appreciation.
It's beautiful.
I get goosebumps.
The only thing I can do is realize nature's
Beauty.
I glance up again and see an icicle hanging
On the house.
Shimmering in the light.
I...
The cold air embraces my lungs.
I glance up and see the stars.
They shine so bright.
I sit on the bench.
The moon is full.
It shines bright casting shadows.
The trees, the bushes, all the way up to
My silhouette.
The icy cool air blows slowly.
Pushing a dust of snow across the ground.
It glitters with appreciation.
It's beautiful.
I get goosebumps.
The only thing I can do is realize nature's
Beauty.
I glance up again and see an icicle hanging
On the house.
Shimmering in the light.
I...
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The Girl Who Forgot The Bullets
Her eyes filled with pain and anger.
Her heart beats like a drum.
Faster then she can run.
Her cheeks are moist.
Her eyes are a soft blue.
They are filled with tears.
She no longer wants to be here.
Hands are shaking as she digs through her bag.
Pulls out her hand.
A weapon that shines in the light.
She has no time to waste.
So she holds the gun up and puts it into place.
Standing in the woods.
She closes her eyes tightly.
Listening carefully to the sounds of nature.
Trying to catch her breath.
The adrenaline pumping...
Her heart beats like a drum.
Faster then she can run.
Her cheeks are moist.
Her eyes are a soft blue.
They are filled with tears.
She no longer wants to be here.
Hands are shaking as she digs through her bag.
Pulls out her hand.
A weapon that shines in the light.
She has no time to waste.
So she holds the gun up and puts it into place.
Standing in the woods.
She closes her eyes tightly.
Listening carefully to the sounds of nature.
Trying to catch her breath.
The adrenaline pumping...
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Love, Pain and Games
I can't handle the pain
you caused me.
My heart is an open wound.
Fragile.
But know ruin.
I'll never be the same.
You and your stupid games.
You grasp my heart and ripped
it from my chest.
A smirk on your face.
Look into my deep hazel eyes.
They stare back.
Broken, upset.
You leave me with pain.
Yet you still play games.
I sit and cry.
The presence you left.
The memories we shared.
Do you even care?
My broken heart.
Piece by...
you caused me.
My heart is an open wound.
Fragile.
But know ruin.
I'll never be the same.
You and your stupid games.
You grasp my heart and ripped
it from my chest.
A smirk on your face.
Look into my deep hazel eyes.
They stare back.
Broken, upset.
You leave me with pain.
Yet you still play games.
I sit and cry.
The presence you left.
The memories we shared.
Do you even care?
My broken heart.
Piece by...
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The Stranger I Love
I sit and watch you.
You occasionaly say hi.
Then of a blink of an eye
your gone.
My heart drowns in love.
But you dont notice.
I constantly think of you.
Your smile, your touch.
Everything...
It seems that i was only good
for one thing.
And once you got it.
You changed.
But something about you still
makes my heart melt.
I guess love is strong.
But the other has to feel it too.
I drown my eyes in tears.
Hoping you've get rid of my fears.
Its too much, almost unreal.
I can't wait...
You occasionaly say hi.
Then of a blink of an eye
your gone.
My heart drowns in love.
But you dont notice.
I constantly think of you.
Your smile, your touch.
Everything...
It seems that i was only good
for one thing.
And once you got it.
You changed.
But something about you still
makes my heart melt.
I guess love is strong.
But the other has to feel it too.
I drown my eyes in tears.
Hoping you've get rid of my fears.
Its too much, almost unreal.
I can't wait...
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Memories on paper
She sits in class.
Hood over her head.
Pen in her hand.
Chiped black nail polish.
She hides the secrets in her
eyes.
But sends them to her hand.
Beginning to write.
She grips the pen hard.
Her eyes widen.
So into that piece.
Nothing can distract her.
Her mind is tangled in old memories.
Letting them release through pen and
paper.
A masterpiece of hurtfullness.
She oozes a tear from her cold silver
eye.
The memories are strong.
Leaving her scarred.
Almost like broken hearts in a jar....
Hood over her head.
Pen in her hand.
Chiped black nail polish.
She hides the secrets in her
eyes.
But sends them to her hand.
Beginning to write.
She grips the pen hard.
Her eyes widen.
So into that piece.
Nothing can distract her.
Her mind is tangled in old memories.
Letting them release through pen and
paper.
A masterpiece of hurtfullness.
She oozes a tear from her cold silver
eye.
The memories are strong.
Leaving her scarred.
Almost like broken hearts in a jar....
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My Job
Apple picking, apple picking.
The joys of the autumn colors.
The crisp air flowing in my lungs.
As the sun rises i close my eyes.
Taking a deep breathe in.
My job.
Apple picking in September.
The trees are weak,yet they still
manage to feed.
The delightfullness taste of sweet
Autumn, behind the layers of apple.
Juicy and delightful.
Walking through the orchards.
Dew on the trees and ground.
It sparkles in the light.
A shiver rolls down my body.
Goosebumps appear on my skin.
This breath taking view is...
The joys of the autumn colors.
The crisp air flowing in my lungs.
As the sun rises i close my eyes.
Taking a deep breathe in.
My job.
Apple picking in September.
The trees are weak,yet they still
manage to feed.
The delightfullness taste of sweet
Autumn, behind the layers of apple.
Juicy and delightful.
Walking through the orchards.
Dew on the trees and ground.
It sparkles in the light.
A shiver rolls down my body.
Goosebumps appear on my skin.
This breath taking view is...
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The Stick That Got Me Hooked
I look through my dresser.
Find a white stick with the label "Marlboro."
Investigating it with my bloodshot eyes.
I then go outside.
With the flick of a light its lit and to my lips.
Inhaling deeply i remember feeling light headed.
I sit in the chair besides my house.
Wondering how i got this stick.
I become relaxed, my anxiousness goes slowly.
Flicking the ashes they carefully fall to their death.
As for me i feel the smoke in my chest.
As the stick slowly burns i keep taking drags.
Its up to the butt i look...
Find a white stick with the label "Marlboro."
Investigating it with my bloodshot eyes.
I then go outside.
With the flick of a light its lit and to my lips.
Inhaling deeply i remember feeling light headed.
I sit in the chair besides my house.
Wondering how i got this stick.
I become relaxed, my anxiousness goes slowly.
Flicking the ashes they carefully fall to their death.
As for me i feel the smoke in my chest.
As the stick slowly burns i keep taking drags.
Its up to the butt i look...
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Smoking the Green
When i take a hit from my bowl,
i let the smoke roll down my lungs.
I keep it there for a moment then release the goodness.
The green grass that keeps me high,
is always there by my side.
Pink Floyd in the background singing "Time,"
i pick up my sketch book and draw.
Letting my mind roam, i create a piece.
Squiggly lines and everything.
The music speaks to me,
rolling around my head kissing my brain,
leaving me with this masterpiece.
Colors so bright it's hypnotizing,
i stare for hours its bright...
i let the smoke roll down my lungs.
I keep it there for a moment then release the goodness.
The green grass that keeps me high,
is always there by my side.
Pink Floyd in the background singing "Time,"
i pick up my sketch book and draw.
Letting my mind roam, i create a piece.
Squiggly lines and everything.
The music speaks to me,
rolling around my head kissing my brain,
leaving me with this masterpiece.
Colors so bright it's hypnotizing,
i stare for hours its bright...
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Memories of a ghostly friend
You lay there in your own blood.
A gun in one hand a picture in the other.
I close my eyes and start to cry.
My friend, my sister took her life.
Over a guy.
I kneel down besides your cold body,
I hold you tight until i can't cry anymore.
The police arrive and carry you out.
The only thing i have of you is the memories,
the pictures.
Lifelong friends and suddenly it comes to an end.
A part of me blames myself.
But i know you wouldn't want that.
There's never a day that i wouldn't think of you.
One day ill come visit...
A gun in one hand a picture in the other.
I close my eyes and start to cry.
My friend, my sister took her life.
Over a guy.
I kneel down besides your cold body,
I hold you tight until i can't cry anymore.
The police arrive and carry you out.
The only thing i have of you is the memories,
the pictures.
Lifelong friends and suddenly it comes to an end.
A part of me blames myself.
But i know you wouldn't want that.
There's never a day that i wouldn't think of you.
One day ill come visit...
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Making love to the person you love
Your rough beard on my thin neck,
You place your hand on my delicate breast.
As our lips meet, my heart skips a beat,
It's getting hard to breathe then our bodies meet.
The warmth of your body melts me to the core,
I can't barely take it anymore.
Gasping for air, I slide my fingers through your hair,
As for you, you take a moment and stare.
Staring up into your desired filled eyes,
I slowly start to loose my mind.
All senses come alive,
It is you I love deep inside.
You place your hand on my delicate breast.
As our lips meet, my heart skips a beat,
It's getting hard to breathe then our bodies meet.
The warmth of your body melts me to the core,
I can't barely take it anymore.
Gasping for air, I slide my fingers through your hair,
As for you, you take a moment and stare.
Staring up into your desired filled eyes,
I slowly start to loose my mind.
All senses come alive,
It is you I love deep inside.
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Taking Advantage
He stands aside and watches the one he loves get raped.
Standing there smelling like alcohol and sweat.
Getting some kind of kick out of this.
She lays there as his best friend takes advantage.
She cries and cries telling him to stop but does he?
Of course not.
He sits down in the chair besides the bed watching him fuck his girl.
Takes a sip from his beer.
Then another.
And another.
He's trying not to focus on his girlfriends crying and screaming.
His friend finishes and rolls off her.
She lays there crying.
She glances up at her...
Standing there smelling like alcohol and sweat.
Getting some kind of kick out of this.
She lays there as his best friend takes advantage.
She cries and cries telling him to stop but does he?
Of course not.
He sits down in the chair besides the bed watching him fuck his girl.
Takes a sip from his beer.
Then another.
And another.
He's trying not to focus on his girlfriends crying and screaming.
His friend finishes and rolls off her.
She lays there crying.
She glances up at her...
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