Submissions by melanie
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2011 8:52pm
1st Feb 2011 8:52pm
What I got u want
What i got u want
Looks, brains, wits, morals, cunt
Sex, freeedom, love, fun, son
Strong woman, I am a Queen
Takin the lead, Ifollownone but me
I dare to dream the most impossible of dreams
Never stoppin, makinthem real
But one thing I forgot to tell u
I believein me not u
I am sick of being your fool
What u got 4 me, boy?
Always bringin me down with your same ol shit
Scared of your own shadow you hide
Waiting to see the real me
Now I ask you,
Do you like what u C?
Cuz if u don't then another will C
The beauty and...
Looks, brains, wits, morals, cunt
Sex, freeedom, love, fun, son
Strong woman, I am a Queen
Takin the lead, Ifollownone but me
I dare to dream the most impossible of dreams
Never stoppin, makinthem real
But one thing I forgot to tell u
I believein me not u
I am sick of being your fool
What u got 4 me, boy?
Always bringin me down with your same ol shit
Scared of your own shadow you hide
Waiting to see the real me
Now I ask you,
Do you like what u C?
Cuz if u don't then another will C
The beauty and...
247 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jan 2011 9:05am
31st Jan 2011 9:05am
if u were to die
if u were to die i would have a nervous breakdown
i would forget everything i have learned about heaven and nirvana
i would feel so alone
a sheep among wolves
i would no longer want to live
be the first one follow you in death
i would forget everything i have learned about heaven and nirvana
i would feel so alone
a sheep among wolves
i would no longer want to live
be the first one follow you in death
228 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2011 8:54pm
30th Jan 2011 8:54pm
The Blind Girl I Love, Janie
Guess howJanie, theblind girl, picks her partner?
First, she listens tohim (or her) speaking and if she happens to be interested in what is being said, she moves closer... If she gets the chance toget close enough, she takes a deep breath and if she likes his (or her) smell, shetakes the next step...She puts her soft hands upon his (or her) cheeks, closes her eyes (for aesthetic purposes), feels his (or her)facefor the right amount oftenderness...andthen sheputs her lips to his(or hers),tastes his (or her) juices in her mouth...
If she doesn't likethe first kiss, she leaves...
First, she listens tohim (or her) speaking and if she happens to be interested in what is being said, she moves closer... If she gets the chance toget close enough, she takes a deep breath and if she likes his (or her) smell, shetakes the next step...She puts her soft hands upon his (or her) cheeks, closes her eyes (for aesthetic purposes), feels his (or her)facefor the right amount oftenderness...andthen sheputs her lips to his(or hers),tastes his (or her) juices in her mouth...
If she doesn't likethe first kiss, she leaves...
205 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2011 1:47pm
30th Jan 2011 1:47pm
i am the cheese (title formerly used in book by robert something or other)
i want to hurt you
it feels so wrong, not me
i want to love you
feels so right, so free
fuck off means never leave me
stuck with you like mold on cheese
i am the cheese
it feels so wrong, not me
i want to love you
feels so right, so free
fuck off means never leave me
stuck with you like mold on cheese
i am the cheese
685 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Jan 2011 8:13am
30th Jan 2011 8:13am
goodbye
goodbye old me
goodbye old life
finally have the strength
to be me
free
from
your
sorry
asses
all
of
you
alone
happy
at
last
(deep sigh)
go back home
you will haunt me
don't care about you
have no more fear
like the people on the streets back home
to find some safety and attempt to be reasonable
no
more
fear
goodbye old life
finally have the strength
to be me
free
from
your
sorry
asses
all
of
you
alone
happy
at
last
(deep sigh)
go back home
you will haunt me
don't care about you
have no more fear
like the people on the streets back home
to find some safety and attempt to be reasonable
no
more
fear
281 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Jan 2011 8:10am
29th Jan 2011 8:10am
lies
lies
lies
lies
your words disguise
you never wanted me
just used me
tested me
dissected me
like the frog we dissected in eighth grade
it broke my heart
i am not a scientist like you
calculating and cool
just naive and stupid
for ever having trusted you
lies
lies
your words disguise
you never wanted me
just used me
tested me
dissected me
like the frog we dissected in eighth grade
it broke my heart
i am not a scientist like you
calculating and cool
just naive and stupid
for ever having trusted you
321 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Jan 2011 3:00pm
27th Jan 2011 3:00pm
wrapped in a blanket
wrap me in a blanket
keep me warm, baby i'm yours
in your dreams
don't be scared
i'll never hurt you
just rip your heart out
smash it on the ground
squish squash your brain is nxt
keep me warm, baby i'm yours
in your dreams
don't be scared
i'll never hurt you
just rip your heart out
smash it on the ground
squish squash your brain is nxt
212 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2011 10:03pm
26th Jan 2011 10:03pm
untitled
Why can't we communicate without words?
Why do I only feel good when I am with you?
Why do I only feel good when I am with you?
172 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Jan 2011 10:00pm
26th Jan 2011 10:00pm
abstrACT
Hidden meanings live in words
Words everywhere
Floating around like balloons
Do you want to catch one for me?
No.
Ok.
Do you want to go to this art gallery then?
No.
Why not?
I don't like the way it looks from outside...
Come on,let's go inside, it is too cold out here.
Ok, I guess, why not? I do like art.
It feels nice in here, doesn't it? Don't you feel better?
Yes. I do not want to go out, I like this painting, the black one.
Me too.
Words everywhere
Floating around like balloons
Do you want to catch one for me?
No.
Ok.
Do you want to go to this art gallery then?
No.
Why not?
I don't like the way it looks from outside...
Come on,let's go inside, it is too cold out here.
Ok, I guess, why not? I do like art.
It feels nice in here, doesn't it? Don't you feel better?
Yes. I do not want to go out, I like this painting, the black one.
Me too.
197 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2011 12:31pm
26th Jan 2011 12:31pm
us n them
they don't understand shit
different generation
don't believe someone who don't believe in God
whateva they can say what they want
i know u
my brotha
my friend
i love u
they think that's not normal
they r not normal
living life according to degrees n rules
whateva that's all i gots ta say
u r so special for me
not a fantasy
real like me
different generation
don't believe someone who don't believe in God
whateva they can say what they want
i know u
my brotha
my friend
i love u
they think that's not normal
they r not normal
living life according to degrees n rules
whateva that's all i gots ta say
u r so special for me
not a fantasy
real like me
164 reads
0 Comments
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