Submissions by twistedgirl (Bae)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
stay calm, deep breaths, help is on the way. keep writing and stand tall for what you believe in. xoxo
Roads -for thyvampirprince
this desolate wasteland they call life really hurts.
this rocky road cuts hard when you fall.
this road shouldn't even exist
because of how many have treaded upon it.
yet it still persists, its worn tar scared
and weak.
this road has stayed throughout all obstacles, from winding
through mountains and crossing oceans.
it has continued its journey.
but now
another road
revels itself.
this smooth road doesn't cut as deep when you fall.
this road is new,the smell
of fresh tar lingering in my nostrails.
it marks a new...
this rocky road cuts hard when you fall.
this road shouldn't even exist
because of how many have treaded upon it.
yet it still persists, its worn tar scared
and weak.
this road has stayed throughout all obstacles, from winding
through mountains and crossing oceans.
it has continued its journey.
but now
another road
revels itself.
this smooth road doesn't cut as deep when you fall.
this road is new,the smell
of fresh tar lingering in my nostrails.
it marks a new...
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plauge
this world is suffering a plauge that most don't see.
its hidden its hidden very carefully.
technology has taken over everyones minds.
pop culture has made nobody one of a kind.
cliché people, no originality.
masking our true identities.
society has created a bind
that surrounds all and we must find
a way to loosen thy knot.
but theres too many mindless robots.
the world is coming to a stop
because of a plauge that spread a lot.
its hidden its hidden very carefully.
technology has taken over everyones minds.
pop culture has made nobody one of a kind.
cliché people, no originality.
masking our true identities.
society has created a bind
that surrounds all and we must find
a way to loosen thy knot.
but theres too many mindless robots.
the world is coming to a stop
because of a plauge that spread a lot.
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(insert)
crows
such strange birds
shunned for how creepy they are(seem)
i
am like those birds
feeling shunned for what i do(am)
i
can easily relate
to those poor souls who wander daily(forever)
lonely
is the word
that i say(feel)
i
don't want to be
a crow any longer
such strange birds
shunned for how creepy they are(seem)
i
am like those birds
feeling shunned for what i do(am)
i
can easily relate
to those poor souls who wander daily(forever)
lonely
is the word
that i say(feel)
i
don't want to be
a crow any longer
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normal?
love
not the normal kind
the kind that devours
all that remains
a cannibal
stealing our lives
draining them away
for eternity.
pain
not the normal kind
the one that provides
sweet anguish
a savior
produing our lives
providing the reality
that we need.
love
the kind that flies away
the one that leaves
an empty heart
a void
burning in the soul
showing me the ways
of this world.
pain
the kind you want to keep
the one you want to hold
in your hand forever
a lover
keeping you in...
not the normal kind
the kind that devours
all that remains
a cannibal
stealing our lives
draining them away
for eternity.
pain
not the normal kind
the one that provides
sweet anguish
a savior
produing our lives
providing the reality
that we need.
love
the kind that flies away
the one that leaves
an empty heart
a void
burning in the soul
showing me the ways
of this world.
pain
the kind you want to keep
the one you want to hold
in your hand forever
a lover
keeping you in...
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Fleeting Things That Disappear
Before my memories wander,
i reach out and grasp what is important to me.
The memories that have slept forever
and are now slowly waking up.
The cloudless sky bombarded
with emotions and ideas-
(ideas,like rats,running through my head,
chewing on what i want to keep and
leaving the rest alone)
All that remains is the pieces i
wanted to fade in the dying leaves of autumn.
For emotions deeply hidden are now
fresh in my memory.
And...
i reach out and grasp what is important to me.
The memories that have slept forever
and are now slowly waking up.
The cloudless sky bombarded
with emotions and ideas-
(ideas,like rats,running through my head,
chewing on what i want to keep and
leaving the rest alone)
All that remains is the pieces i
wanted to fade in the dying leaves of autumn.
For emotions deeply hidden are now
fresh in my memory.
And...
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Allison
my picture perfect porcerli doll
sitting on my ledge
her long carmel colored hair
flowing down her back
her flawless radient skin and brillant blue eyes
she was perfect
until one day a hand swiped her chest and
she fell doun the
rabbit hole and shattered
her long hair tangled
her skin dull and
her eyes wet with tears
and she was broken
slowly i tried to make the pieces fit
but a piece was missing
and it pissed me off
he had stolen a piece that wasn't his to take
your can't put something back if you don't have it
i was...
sitting on my ledge
her long carmel colored hair
flowing down her back
her flawless radient skin and brillant blue eyes
she was perfect
until one day a hand swiped her chest and
she fell doun the
rabbit hole and shattered
her long hair tangled
her skin dull and
her eyes wet with tears
and she was broken
slowly i tried to make the pieces fit
but a piece was missing
and it pissed me off
he had stolen a piece that wasn't his to take
your can't put something back if you don't have it
i was...
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