Submissions by Denythelove
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about love, heartache, and loss.
Bloodshed
Agony
overwhelms
me.
I feel so empty.
All I want to do
it bleed.
And all of this unnecessary
bloodshed
is music to my ears.
It feels like I need
it. I want it. I cannot
live without it.
And I
miss
you still and
I always will.
It hurts me almost
as much as this
blade does. It
probably isn't going
in deep enough.
It's not enough.
It's never enough. I
need more blood.
More blood. More
blood. This little
red drip just isn't
enough. I need to...
overwhelms
me.
I feel so empty.
All I want to do
it bleed.
And all of this unnecessary
bloodshed
is music to my ears.
It feels like I need
it. I want it. I cannot
live without it.
And I
miss
you still and
I always will.
It hurts me almost
as much as this
blade does. It
probably isn't going
in deep enough.
It's not enough.
It's never enough. I
need more blood.
More blood. More
blood. This little
red drip just isn't
enough. I need to...
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Simple Words
Simple words
meant more
than I
could ever
begin to
understand.
"It'll be
okay." I
didn't know
how much I
needed comfort
until those
words were
spoken.
meant more
than I
could ever
begin to
understand.
"It'll be
okay." I
didn't know
how much I
needed comfort
until those
words were
spoken.
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I'm Somebody Now (part 2)
She was pissed at me.
I just let her
be. I'm not going
to desperately beg
her to forgive me.
I'm gonna be the
bitch I never was.
She's gonna
have to
grow the fuck up
and get over herself
because she isn't
a princess and I'm
not a slave. She
can say I'm
wrong all she
wants. I'm not.
It's not going to
change that. She
can sit in the
corner, looking
all depressed and I'll
stand here and laugh
with my friends.
I'm somebody now.
I'm confident now.
She can act all
pissed and try to...
I just let her
be. I'm not going
to desperately beg
her to forgive me.
I'm gonna be the
bitch I never was.
She's gonna
have to
grow the fuck up
and get over herself
because she isn't
a princess and I'm
not a slave. She
can say I'm
wrong all she
wants. I'm not.
It's not going to
change that. She
can sit in the
corner, looking
all depressed and I'll
stand here and laugh
with my friends.
I'm somebody now.
I'm confident now.
She can act all
pissed and try to...
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I'm Somebody Now (part 1)
Believe me, I
can see you
staring. I'm
stronger now. I'm
colder now. I've grown
older now. All these
years, all these lies,
all these tears I've cried,
have changed me. Now,
I don't mind
seeing you watching
me. I know that when
I move, I move gracefully.
I know I look fucking
sexy and you,
pathetic you,
probably want me. The
problem is I'm just
not me anymore.
I've turned into
a fucking butterfly
and I'm done having
you step all over me
like I was garbage.
I'm somebody now.
You are nothing....
can see you
staring. I'm
stronger now. I'm
colder now. I've grown
older now. All these
years, all these lies,
all these tears I've cried,
have changed me. Now,
I don't mind
seeing you watching
me. I know that when
I move, I move gracefully.
I know I look fucking
sexy and you,
pathetic you,
probably want me. The
problem is I'm just
not me anymore.
I've turned into
a fucking butterfly
and I'm done having
you step all over me
like I was garbage.
I'm somebody now.
You are nothing....
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There's no Heart Left (to Hurt Anymore)
I didn't think I was
but I guess it's
true. I'm not me
anymore. That whore
is dead and gone and
all that's left is what
I've become. I'm starting
to like living like this.
I'm no longer letting
myself deal with your shit.
I've grown up. I once gave
up. Not fucking anymore.
I will never let myself get
hurt again. I'll just close my
eyes and let time pass by and
I'll stop feeling. I'll stop crying.
My tears are already drying and
there's not...
but I guess it's
true. I'm not me
anymore. That whore
is dead and gone and
all that's left is what
I've become. I'm starting
to like living like this.
I'm no longer letting
myself deal with your shit.
I've grown up. I once gave
up. Not fucking anymore.
I will never let myself get
hurt again. I'll just close my
eyes and let time pass by and
I'll stop feeling. I'll stop crying.
My tears are already drying and
there's not...
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Drink it Down
Drink it down
Drink it down
don't think
don't feel just
Drink it down
Drink it down
I should've stopped
believing a long
time ago.
I should've just
let
it
go.
I should never have
thought you
could ever be the
one for me.
Now, I can hardly breath.
I cannot see
why I was so blind.
I don't know how
I could've ever
believed I could be
good
enough
for you to want me
like I want you. It
could never be true.
Not when you are you
and I am me and I let...
Drink it down
don't think
don't feel just
Drink it down
Drink it down
I should've stopped
believing a long
time ago.
I should've just
let
it
go.
I should never have
thought you
could ever be the
one for me.
Now, I can hardly breath.
I cannot see
why I was so blind.
I don't know how
I could've ever
believed I could be
good
enough
for you to want me
like I want you. It
could never be true.
Not when you are you
and I am me and I let...
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Dreaming of You
Sometimes, when
the night sky cries
moonlight tears
on my pale face,
I dream of you.
I dream of you
as you were. Long,
dark hair, and
eyes as black as coal
and as soft as my
melted heart when
you smile.
I dream of you
playing guitar,
fingers moving like
the fluttering of
butterflies, effortless.
I dream of you
shirtless, holding
my vulnerable body
against yours, the
rhythm of our hearts
matching perfectly.
Our secret melody.
I dream of you
riding your bike
and...
the night sky cries
moonlight tears
on my pale face,
I dream of you.
I dream of you
as you were. Long,
dark hair, and
eyes as black as coal
and as soft as my
melted heart when
you smile.
I dream of you
playing guitar,
fingers moving like
the fluttering of
butterflies, effortless.
I dream of you
shirtless, holding
my vulnerable body
against yours, the
rhythm of our hearts
matching perfectly.
Our secret melody.
I dream of you
riding your bike
and...
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Everything's so Wrong
I screamed but no
one heard. No one
even looked up
from their lives for
one fucking moment to
see what was wrong
with me. The truth
is, and they
probably already
know this, is that
everything is wrong
with me.
Breathing is wrong when
it's my lungs taking
air from everyone else.
Eating is wrong when
someone starving would
appreciate it so much more.
Being me is wrong because
I don't deserve the life
I live or the things
I have. Everything
feels so wrong to
me lately.
The only thing that...
one heard. No one
even looked up
from their lives for
one fucking moment to
see what was wrong
with me. The truth
is, and they
probably already
know this, is that
everything is wrong
with me.
Breathing is wrong when
it's my lungs taking
air from everyone else.
Eating is wrong when
someone starving would
appreciate it so much more.
Being me is wrong because
I don't deserve the life
I live or the things
I have. Everything
feels so wrong to
me lately.
The only thing that...
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Brown Eyes
His brown eyes
blurred into the
beauty of the stars
in the sky.
"I love you," he said
to me.
This was long ago. I
doubt he remembers the
time he held me for hours
and we whispered secrets.
I doubt he'd remember the
thorn he stuck into my
heart when he told me
it wasn't true.
"You're such a little whore,"
he said to me just yesterday.
I think he meant it as a
compliment.
Now, the word is carved into
my heart and my legs.
Only one of those scars is
ever...
blurred into the
beauty of the stars
in the sky.
"I love you," he said
to me.
This was long ago. I
doubt he remembers the
time he held me for hours
and we whispered secrets.
I doubt he'd remember the
thorn he stuck into my
heart when he told me
it wasn't true.
"You're such a little whore,"
he said to me just yesterday.
I think he meant it as a
compliment.
Now, the word is carved into
my heart and my legs.
Only one of those scars is
ever...
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A Letter to A True Friend
All you have ever
done for me was
help me.
You're not hurting
me. You've never
hurt me.
You are good enough.
You are an amazing
friend, that's where
the "best" comes from.
You are right, and it
wasn't at all selfish
of you to say that if
you were him you'd have
a far greater chance of
saving me.
The thing is, you'll
never be him. THANK GOD
for that.
All he's ever done was
make me feel worthless,
broke me to pieces,
tear me down, and I let
him because I thought...
done for me was
help me.
You're not hurting
me. You've never
hurt me.
You are good enough.
You are an amazing
friend, that's where
the "best" comes from.
You are right, and it
wasn't at all selfish
of you to say that if
you were him you'd have
a far greater chance of
saving me.
The thing is, you'll
never be him. THANK GOD
for that.
All he's ever done was
make me feel worthless,
broke me to pieces,
tear me down, and I let
him because I thought...
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When I was Alive
When I was alive,
pieces were more
of a part of me
than I was.
When I was alive,
venom killed the
only love I had
known.
When I was alive,
you made life worth
living. Then you
left me.
When I was alive,
I wanted to take out
a knife and spill out my
insides to my outsides
so I couldn't feel anymore.
Truth is, now that
I'm gone the pain is
worse than burning
in Hell. I would go
back to being alive
if I could.
When I...
pieces were more
of a part of me
than I was.
When I was alive,
venom killed the
only love I had
known.
When I was alive,
you made life worth
living. Then you
left me.
When I was alive,
I wanted to take out
a knife and spill out my
insides to my outsides
so I couldn't feel anymore.
Truth is, now that
I'm gone the pain is
worse than burning
in Hell. I would go
back to being alive
if I could.
When I...
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Will I Ever
A whole fucking year
later and I am still
writing poetry about
you.
Will I ever get over
you?
Will I ever stop loving
you?
Will I ever stop wanting
you?
Will I ever stop missing
you?
A whole fucking year
later and I am still
asking myself these
questions.
I should know the answer
by now.
later and I am still
writing poetry about
you.
Will I ever get over
you?
Will I ever stop loving
you?
Will I ever stop wanting
you?
Will I ever stop missing
you?
A whole fucking year
later and I am still
asking myself these
questions.
I should know the answer
by now.
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