Submissions by trouble8me
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
since before I can remember, I have been writing the thoughts that only a pen and paper want to say....... I am quiet, reserved, very particular and observant. I am a Scorpio.
The Party
So far up in the clouds she was
unaware of educated elders trust.
Guided by no one since going astray...
Life isn't comprised of fairness for-play.
The party was always where all drama started.
She felt so important ... she felt so included.
Looking forward to weekends was a routine in time.
So much of an impact it made in her life.
Thinking of the past, weighs heaviest sometimes,
when she compares it to the present and what it now defines.
Some girls are just hindered by temporary distractions
that , unfortunately, will result, in a...
unaware of educated elders trust.
Guided by no one since going astray...
Life isn't comprised of fairness for-play.
The party was always where all drama started.
She felt so important ... she felt so included.
Looking forward to weekends was a routine in time.
So much of an impact it made in her life.
Thinking of the past, weighs heaviest sometimes,
when she compares it to the present and what it now defines.
Some girls are just hindered by temporary distractions
that , unfortunately, will result, in a...
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Different life
What if I only knew what I wanted it to be like?
What if the stories were true? Is it all just a waste of time?
If I had really met
Him from the internet,
I don't know what I'd get.
I only would have what his text messages said...
A relationship could not be complete
when you can only observe whats up on the screen.
Is it worth the plane ride to go check out his mind-
anticipating what he might be holding inside?
What is real about feelings in the air?
You may want one another because nobody is there.
Issues that the...
What if the stories were true? Is it all just a waste of time?
If I had really met
Him from the internet,
I don't know what I'd get.
I only would have what his text messages said...
A relationship could not be complete
when you can only observe whats up on the screen.
Is it worth the plane ride to go check out his mind-
anticipating what he might be holding inside?
What is real about feelings in the air?
You may want one another because nobody is there.
Issues that the...
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love(crush) from one of the competitions .....
Write a poem from a gay teenagers perspective at least 7 stanzas and no other rules.
---------love (crush)----------------------
School was a drag until they changed my classes.
Second period was full so now Math is with, who?
Ah, I was expecting the usual, but, now....
Everyday I'm anticipating that hour near you.
I guess it should be wrong that I want to smell her.
Why is it wrong if she doesn't mind?
I hope a day comes that I can simply tell her
the feelings I have
I am sure of
define:
love.
I know some...
---------love (crush)----------------------
School was a drag until they changed my classes.
Second period was full so now Math is with, who?
Ah, I was expecting the usual, but, now....
Everyday I'm anticipating that hour near you.
I guess it should be wrong that I want to smell her.
Why is it wrong if she doesn't mind?
I hope a day comes that I can simply tell her
the feelings I have
I am sure of
define:
love.
I know some...
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Pink
I am thinking today is meant to be pink.
I am in a pink mood
Pink on my eyes-
Pink in my hair-
I am feeling pink almost everywhere.
The pink rose petals
leave a gentle , sweet scent-
Tomorrow these blooms
may help me forget:
that you once mentioned
how pink is before -
the future of blue,
bringing sadness of sorts.
I am thinking by nightfall
my colors will collide-
and if blue sets in then
I will ease my mind...
with the memory of pink
taking you for a ride.
I am in a pink mood
Pink on my eyes-
Pink in my hair-
I am feeling pink almost everywhere.
The pink rose petals
leave a gentle , sweet scent-
Tomorrow these blooms
may help me forget:
that you once mentioned
how pink is before -
the future of blue,
bringing sadness of sorts.
I am thinking by nightfall
my colors will collide-
and if blue sets in then
I will ease my mind...
with the memory of pink
taking you for a ride.
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Baby Milo
Milo is my little furry friend.
I found him by chance on the internet.
He has been a companion , a pillow, and a saint-
He comes in such an adorable shape.
He has been with with me for several years now.
When I had no home , we would just drive around.
If a friend had me stay over , they would have to approve-
Milo was my boy so he had to come to.
Milo would sit in the passenger seat.
Milo got happy when he wanted something.
He rarely meowed- but he often got lost .
I would search for him frantically because ...
When I chose to...
I found him by chance on the internet.
He has been a companion , a pillow, and a saint-
He comes in such an adorable shape.
He has been with with me for several years now.
When I had no home , we would just drive around.
If a friend had me stay over , they would have to approve-
Milo was my boy so he had to come to.
Milo would sit in the passenger seat.
Milo got happy when he wanted something.
He rarely meowed- but he often got lost .
I would search for him frantically because ...
When I chose to...
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A Man to Dream of
Insensitive to the voice.
The sound is heard in what must be the distance.
Closer it travels until it touches my ear.
What did you say? My love?
He now whispers some words .
I pretend not to smile.
Inside , its like sunlight.
We will be here a long night....
When the ashes burn down to silky dust,
the natural warmth sneaks in through a window.
This is the next day that I knew would come.
I just want to hide in my fading shadow.
Am I naive, to not know how to believe?
Your words are angelic, as is the taste of your skin....
The sound is heard in what must be the distance.
Closer it travels until it touches my ear.
What did you say? My love?
He now whispers some words .
I pretend not to smile.
Inside , its like sunlight.
We will be here a long night....
When the ashes burn down to silky dust,
the natural warmth sneaks in through a window.
This is the next day that I knew would come.
I just want to hide in my fading shadow.
Am I naive, to not know how to believe?
Your words are angelic, as is the taste of your skin....
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Today
Escape all the troubles from the pressures of survival.
Drive that road over.
It's never the same.
And when you're exhausted - I will give you an eye full.
Enjoy while you can.
Let me drive you insane.
Drive that road over.
It's never the same.
And when you're exhausted - I will give you an eye full.
Enjoy while you can.
Let me drive you insane.
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You Know
You know when you have that feeling,
restless, surrounded, but somehow, alone.
You know the weight of all the time you're stealing-
from any chance of your stance becoming something to show.
You know the emptiness that finds its way to your heart
led by days of suppressing all those tears in the dark.
You know the sensation of burning metal in your chest
brought on by bad news, bad booze, or a guest.
It is somewhere near panic on the anxiety scale
hoping by morning, all the signals will fail.
Obscure as a figure- you know...
restless, surrounded, but somehow, alone.
You know the weight of all the time you're stealing-
from any chance of your stance becoming something to show.
You know the emptiness that finds its way to your heart
led by days of suppressing all those tears in the dark.
You know the sensation of burning metal in your chest
brought on by bad news, bad booze, or a guest.
It is somewhere near panic on the anxiety scale
hoping by morning, all the signals will fail.
Obscure as a figure- you know...
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The Road
Barely gone from mothers eyes
to close for her to know-
I ran the ship of all bad times
clinging on to hope
I blinked once and here I was
with 2 young babies in my arms
Still distracted , just because
I was a fool for someones charms
The Road we have to pave is lined
with pains and years no one describes
The chance to change the wrong is gone
It makes it hard to carry on
I see these children talk about
what they plan to do in life
Grown so quickly- I'm so proud
They are the purpose - They are the light.
to close for her to know-
I ran the ship of all bad times
clinging on to hope
I blinked once and here I was
with 2 young babies in my arms
Still distracted , just because
I was a fool for someones charms
The Road we have to pave is lined
with pains and years no one describes
The chance to change the wrong is gone
It makes it hard to carry on
I see these children talk about
what they plan to do in life
Grown so quickly- I'm so proud
They are the purpose - They are the light.
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I am Death
----I am Death---------------
To the aging skeleton who compromised his freedom
for a chance to touch skin of a youth near his brow,
I come to you like any demon,
invisible heathen.
No avenue of escape will release you from me now.
You stole years, like you deserved them,
side swiping justice in a gust.
When you should have painfully wilted,
you gained the jury's trust.
No matter, I am fate.
I am death and I am hate.
I am what you are going to feel
to pay on your mistakes.
Inhale me so easily. ...
To the aging skeleton who compromised his freedom
for a chance to touch skin of a youth near his brow,
I come to you like any demon,
invisible heathen.
No avenue of escape will release you from me now.
You stole years, like you deserved them,
side swiping justice in a gust.
When you should have painfully wilted,
you gained the jury's trust.
No matter, I am fate.
I am death and I am hate.
I am what you are going to feel
to pay on your mistakes.
Inhale me so easily. ...
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Stupid
Stupid is an individual
that accumulates a following
that believe in the business of
paying money to their church.
It is a business based on a non-tangible item.
Join us, and you too,will be "saved".
It is a business based on what has been decided
by a Bible of disciples ,
long ago,
far away.
Stupid is believing that the folk tales within
have a modern day message
that will keep us from sin.
A positive word for a world riddled with crime
helps the congregation to donate
their nickels and dimes. ...
that accumulates a following
that believe in the business of
paying money to their church.
It is a business based on a non-tangible item.
Join us, and you too,will be "saved".
It is a business based on what has been decided
by a Bible of disciples ,
long ago,
far away.
Stupid is believing that the folk tales within
have a modern day message
that will keep us from sin.
A positive word for a world riddled with crime
helps the congregation to donate
their nickels and dimes. ...
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gift
Gently on the eyes , he fades,
into the grind of all Mondays.
The door has closed.
The party's over.
Always remembered,
she is, in him.
Sometimes it matters what she says,
depends on mood,
and wine,
and other things.
What delights her most
is mid- October
when they promised, forever:
she gives, he lives.
Soon the illness will escalate.
All will be left to memories.
He will drive her ashes to the coast;
that special place they enjoyed the most.
Always treasure
your life, a gift.
Your time, to...
into the grind of all Mondays.
The door has closed.
The party's over.
Always remembered,
she is, in him.
Sometimes it matters what she says,
depends on mood,
and wine,
and other things.
What delights her most
is mid- October
when they promised, forever:
she gives, he lives.
Soon the illness will escalate.
All will be left to memories.
He will drive her ashes to the coast;
that special place they enjoyed the most.
Always treasure
your life, a gift.
Your time, to...
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