Submissions by ButterflyOfDeath
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about my life trials and feelings. I do believe in love and occasionally I will write about it. Mostly, my work consists of the darkness inside my head.
DARK POEM
Published
18th Feb 2014 10:06am
18th Feb 2014 10:06am
Obsessed
Obsession,
Possession.
I'm obsessed
with what
I do not posses.
Thoughts of what
is making it's
bed inside
your head.
I know
what you have
already said,
but knowing that
only fills me
with dread.
You act like
your heart
is on a chain
keeping you going
down the drain.
No pain
and
No gain.
I guess that only
leaves
Shame.
And when I
Start to feel
Obsessed,
I know it
must be suppressed.
The truth is,
I'm obsessed with ...
Possession.
I'm obsessed
with what
I do not posses.
Thoughts of what
is making it's
bed inside
your head.
I know
what you have
already said,
but knowing that
only fills me
with dread.
You act like
your heart
is on a chain
keeping you going
down the drain.
No pain
and
No gain.
I guess that only
leaves
Shame.
And when I
Start to feel
Obsessed,
I know it
must be suppressed.
The truth is,
I'm obsessed with ...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Feb 2014 6:27pm
17th Feb 2014 6:27pm
Monster
The monster inside me is starting to erupt.
Telling me to cut.
Throwing me back down in that rut.
I blink, and don't hear a sound.
But I know she's still around.
Over the year I've grown cold.
My heart has started to rot.
Smelling of mold,
Love you? I cannot.
Mentally, I'm a hundred years old.
The blood is so intense,
It leaves my floor a mess.
To feel the small release of pain
is far better than taking your last name.
You don't know what I hold within,
that's why I can't let you in.
I know this might be sin,
but I need...
Telling me to cut.
Throwing me back down in that rut.
I blink, and don't hear a sound.
But I know she's still around.
Over the year I've grown cold.
My heart has started to rot.
Smelling of mold,
Love you? I cannot.
Mentally, I'm a hundred years old.
The blood is so intense,
It leaves my floor a mess.
To feel the small release of pain
is far better than taking your last name.
You don't know what I hold within,
that's why I can't let you in.
I know this might be sin,
but I need...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2014 1:00am
16th Feb 2014 1:00am
Dark Clouds
Dark Clouds swirling around your face,
filling you with disgrace,
telling you you'll never have a place.
Dark Clouds gripping you tight,
doing you out of spite.
Only coming around at night.
Softly whispering in your ear,
just telling you what you wanna hear.
Falsely telling you what life is about,
filling you with doubt.
Telling all your secrets,
even after promising to keep it.
Dark Clouds,
possesive nature.
They go away, but they'll be back later.
filling you with disgrace,
telling you you'll never have a place.
Dark Clouds gripping you tight,
doing you out of spite.
Only coming around at night.
Softly whispering in your ear,
just telling you what you wanna hear.
Falsely telling you what life is about,
filling you with doubt.
Telling all your secrets,
even after promising to keep it.
Dark Clouds,
possesive nature.
They go away, but they'll be back later.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Feb 2014 8:12am
15th Feb 2014 8:12am
Rape Me
Rape me.
Rape my mind.
Penetrate my thoughts.
Read my secrets.
Rape me again.
Slither through the dark night and creep into my head.
Stand in the corner of my mind all the time.
Chase after me when I run, forcing my thoughts to be undone.
Am I the only one?
I'm not the only one.
Waste me.
Hate me.
Come on and do it again.
Rape me.
My mind is going numb.
You hate me.
Why do you rape me?
Don't waste me.
Why am I the only one?
Does she know what you've done?
You can't hate me.
Don't...
Rape my mind.
Penetrate my thoughts.
Read my secrets.
Rape me again.
Slither through the dark night and creep into my head.
Stand in the corner of my mind all the time.
Chase after me when I run, forcing my thoughts to be undone.
Am I the only one?
I'm not the only one.
Waste me.
Hate me.
Come on and do it again.
Rape me.
My mind is going numb.
You hate me.
Why do you rape me?
Don't waste me.
Why am I the only one?
Does she know what you've done?
You can't hate me.
Don't...
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 6:14am
14th Feb 2014 6:14am
Life
In some ways, life can also be considered as death.
To live doesn't mean that you are really alive.
Ask yourself a question:
"If I was in my death bed, would I be satisfied with the life that I've lived?"
My answer to that would be a no.
The best has yet to come.
I realize I've been waiting on a miracle that is never going to come.
Happiness lies within, not in him.
Self-control has been my ultimate goal.
But working on it has really taken it's toll.
When I used to look into the mirror, I hated the image looking back at me.
I...
To live doesn't mean that you are really alive.
Ask yourself a question:
"If I was in my death bed, would I be satisfied with the life that I've lived?"
My answer to that would be a no.
The best has yet to come.
I realize I've been waiting on a miracle that is never going to come.
Happiness lies within, not in him.
Self-control has been my ultimate goal.
But working on it has really taken it's toll.
When I used to look into the mirror, I hated the image looking back at me.
I...
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 10:07pm
7th Feb 2014 10:07pm
Hurt
I remember that it hurt.
Looking at him hurt.
Sitting in the same room with him
after everything.
I never thought pretending to be okay
would be so hard.
Looking at him hurt.
Sitting in the same room with him
after everything.
I never thought pretending to be okay
would be so hard.
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Jan 2014 7:59am
17th Jan 2014 7:59am
Alone
I feel so alone.
Your heart is like stone.
I lie awake and feel my heart break.
I am ready to face the unknown.
Your heart is like stone.
I lie awake and feel my heart break.
I am ready to face the unknown.
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Jan 2014 11:11pm
9th Jan 2014 11:11pm
Needles
Needle through my skin.
Pumping meds in.
Needle through my skin,
releasing the darkness within.
Pumping meds in.
Needle through my skin,
releasing the darkness within.
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jan 2014 6:47am
8th Jan 2014 6:47am
Fear
Your fears climb up your spine like spiders climb up the walls.
Creeping their way to your very core.
Suffocating you until you can't hear your brain anymore.
Your fears control you.
How can I show you that you have nothing to fear?
Creeping their way to your very core.
Suffocating you until you can't hear your brain anymore.
Your fears control you.
How can I show you that you have nothing to fear?
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Jan 2014 9:01pm
1st Jan 2014 9:01pm
Tough Love
i]Love is tough, but it's even tougher trying to love someone who doesn't love themselves. More importantly, it's tougher to try to love your own mother when she loves her addiction more. Not taking into consideration the weight she's placing. Me being the oldest, I catch the worse part of it. She takes her withdrawal out on me. She takes her side effects out on me. But really? What's making her so blind that she can't see what she's doing to me? All the pain and resentment I keep bottled inside because no matter what I say or ask her she always tells me lies. I'm filled with pain that I try...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Dec 2013 9:11pm
30th Dec 2013 9:11pm
June 27th
My dream had finally come true, because here I was sitting with you.
It was late at night, there was no light.
You whispered you loved me, and I stuttered clumsily.
" I-I I love you too.."
This was the night I would lose myself in you.
Then our love could finally be true.
When it was over, you brushed me off your shoulder.
You used me.
Like a dog uses a tree.
It was June 27th.
And you whispered, "I love you Megan.."
I should've knew you weren't being true.
Now you're the...
It was late at night, there was no light.
You whispered you loved me, and I stuttered clumsily.
" I-I I love you too.."
This was the night I would lose myself in you.
Then our love could finally be true.
When it was over, you brushed me off your shoulder.
You used me.
Like a dog uses a tree.
It was June 27th.
And you whispered, "I love you Megan.."
I should've knew you weren't being true.
Now you're the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2013 8:08pm
30th Dec 2013 8:08pm
White Rain
It's been six months since I've seen your face. You always welcomed me home after a long day at work. You rubbed my back and told me you loved me. You made me weak. When things got tough I would always call you and ask you to dance. Every morning I woke up, you were always gone. The only thing you left with me was your sharp words written into a note. The only thing I can think about at work is your beauty. Your beautiful white surface. So delicate, just like baby powder. When I call you, you always say to have some water boiling and some cotton balls ready. When you finally arrive I couldn't...
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