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
30th Dec 2013 6:13am
30th Dec 2013 6:13am
Empty
I'm empty. Baby, please don't tempt me. Don't make me fall in love. Please, don't get me addicted to your drug. Your sweet love is making me dumb.
But I'm so empty, you'll never be able to miss me.
Complete me. Don't leave me. Don't grow impatient and keep me waitin'.
I'm so empty. Dry. I can't even cry.
Heartless. I've learned to use my heart less.
Baby, I'm empty and you've just begun to tempt me.
But I'm so empty, you'll never be able to miss me.
Complete me. Don't leave me. Don't grow impatient and keep me waitin'.
I'm so empty. Dry. I can't even cry.
Heartless. I've learned to use my heart less.
Baby, I'm empty and you've just begun to tempt me.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 9:20pm
22nd Dec 2013 9:20pm
Netflix
I smoked a blunt for dinner
another blunt for breakfast.
Got them starring at my necklace,
let's make a sex tape and
put it on Netflix.
I got it, you want it.
You want it, I got it.
Let's make a sex tape and
put it on Netflix.
It'll be listed under
"Greatest Hits."
Top rated, X-rated.
Love making.
We made it.
We're finally famous,
because we made a sex tape and
put it on Netflix.
Bitch.
another blunt for breakfast.
Got them starring at my necklace,
let's make a sex tape and
put it on Netflix.
I got it, you want it.
You want it, I got it.
Let's make a sex tape and
put it on Netflix.
It'll be listed under
"Greatest Hits."
Top rated, X-rated.
Love making.
We made it.
We're finally famous,
because we made a sex tape and
put it on Netflix.
Bitch.
894 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 7:16am
22nd Dec 2013 7:16am
Hells Kitchen
This town is hotter than the end of a freshly fired pistol. Everywhere you look, you see the devil. I'm trapped in this hell momentarily. They keep telling me I won't get out. I say fuck you and your fake wishes. I feed of the negative energy you are throwing at me. I fell down on my knees, and yeah, I prayed. Cause heaven seems a million miles away. I dream of all the things I'll say, on that day. But for now I'm cooking up in Hells Kitchen. I'll get out one day. And on that day you'll be baffled. I thought I'd never see the day. I'm making my dreams come true, no thanks to you. One day at a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 7:15am
22nd Dec 2013 7:15am
Nothing Better
A is for the Amazement that crosses my face when you make me smile.
B is for the Blessing that you are to me.
C is for the Charm that graces your body.
D is the Damage you are repairing.
E is for the Eternities i could look into your eyes.
F is for the Fun we will have.
G is for the Guidance you provide to me.
H is for the Happiness you bring.
I is for the Internal scars you are healing.
J is for the amazing Job you do.
K is for the Kindness that fills your heart.
L is for the Love I want to give to you.
M...
B is for the Blessing that you are to me.
C is for the Charm that graces your body.
D is the Damage you are repairing.
E is for the Eternities i could look into your eyes.
F is for the Fun we will have.
G is for the Guidance you provide to me.
H is for the Happiness you bring.
I is for the Internal scars you are healing.
J is for the amazing Job you do.
K is for the Kindness that fills your heart.
L is for the Love I want to give to you.
M...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 9:48pm
21st Dec 2013 9:48pm
Don't Go Chasing Butterflies
Don't go chasing butterflies.
They are secretly filled with your lies.
Chasing them down is like confessing to every lie you have ever told.
Impossible.
Butterflies are beautiful.
Yet, they are so tainted by the hatred.
They call me the Butterfly of Death.
I have the ability to see things beautiful, no matter what hideousness hides behind the mask.
So I say again, don't go chasing butterflies.
They are not your friend.
Stick to what you are used to.
And watch as everyone uses you.
Leaves you crumpled on the floor, just begging for more.
Why...
They are secretly filled with your lies.
Chasing them down is like confessing to every lie you have ever told.
Impossible.
Butterflies are beautiful.
Yet, they are so tainted by the hatred.
They call me the Butterfly of Death.
I have the ability to see things beautiful, no matter what hideousness hides behind the mask.
So I say again, don't go chasing butterflies.
They are not your friend.
Stick to what you are used to.
And watch as everyone uses you.
Leaves you crumpled on the floor, just begging for more.
Why...
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 9:43pm
21st Dec 2013 9:43pm
Short Story
Out of all the thoughts that circle in my head daily, the only one that always seems to creep it's way to the surface is the one I try to hide from the most. How different would things really be if I was to end it? From my experiences not that much different.
Every time I look in the mirror, I see myself standing there. Pained eyes smothered by lies, mediocre lips hushed by the constant criticism. Folded ears blocked by the false hopes. By looking at me, you wouldn't think my heart is really a graveyard. I've put every hope and dream to rest. If you're wondering what made me this...
Every time I look in the mirror, I see myself standing there. Pained eyes smothered by lies, mediocre lips hushed by the constant criticism. Folded ears blocked by the false hopes. By looking at me, you wouldn't think my heart is really a graveyard. I've put every hope and dream to rest. If you're wondering what made me this...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 4:55pm
20th Dec 2013 4:55pm
Lost
Who am I kidding?
Apparently everyone. They think I'm happy and I have no problems.
Only I know the real me.
Hiding behind the lies and putting up a false bravado to hold back all the pain inside.
The truth is I don't know if I'm awake or asleep. I don't know if I'm alive or dead. I don't know if I'm bitter or angry.
I'm selfish.
I still remember the day you told me nothing would change but lately it's been like nothing is the same.
I used to think the problem was you. But now I know that is not true.
The root of all...
Apparently everyone. They think I'm happy and I have no problems.
Only I know the real me.
Hiding behind the lies and putting up a false bravado to hold back all the pain inside.
The truth is I don't know if I'm awake or asleep. I don't know if I'm alive or dead. I don't know if I'm bitter or angry.
I'm selfish.
I still remember the day you told me nothing would change but lately it's been like nothing is the same.
I used to think the problem was you. But now I know that is not true.
The root of all...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Dec 2013 4:53pm
20th Dec 2013 4:53pm
Hello
Just so you know, you had me at hello.
Through the words that were spoke , I'm the only one that choked.
You were so cute when you spoke.
Quiet, shy, nervous.
I think you did it on purpose.
You made me fall and
I'd always answer your call.
I guess the saying "Actions speak louder than words," really is true. Your actions are about as silent as you.
They no longer speak to me.
But before I let you go, I feel I should let you know.
You had me at hello.
Through the words that were spoke , I'm the only one that choked.
You were so cute when you spoke.
Quiet, shy, nervous.
I think you did it on purpose.
You made me fall and
I'd always answer your call.
I guess the saying "Actions speak louder than words," really is true. Your actions are about as silent as you.
They no longer speak to me.
But before I let you go, I feel I should let you know.
You had me at hello.
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Dec 2013 5:44pm
19th Dec 2013 5:44pm
My Misfortune
Misfortune.
Hate.
There isn't much left to say.
You've left me with no choice, no path.
I should've done the math.
The beautiful blue sky turns black.
The singing birds fall dead.
My circle of serenity crumbled like bread.
I'm numb from all the lies you drilled inside my head.
Im wise but I'm dumb.
Do you see where I'm coming from?
A place where the birds don't sing and the sky doesn't glisten.
Where I have nobody to listen.
Instead of birds and the sun, I see drugs and guns.
All I want to do is run.
Hate.
There isn't much left to say.
You've left me with no choice, no path.
I should've done the math.
The beautiful blue sky turns black.
The singing birds fall dead.
My circle of serenity crumbled like bread.
I'm numb from all the lies you drilled inside my head.
Im wise but I'm dumb.
Do you see where I'm coming from?
A place where the birds don't sing and the sky doesn't glisten.
Where I have nobody to listen.
Instead of birds and the sun, I see drugs and guns.
All I want to do is run.
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2013 5:43pm
19th Dec 2013 5:43pm
Perfect
Beauty and pain.
They're both just the same.
You run and you scream and you curse your own name.
You stare at your reflection hoping for perfection.
The mirror on the wall shows it all.
Every detail, every flaw.
How can you stand to look at yourself?
Pain in your pride. Nobody is by your side. You're all alone. Forced to look at the image staring back at you.
You do everything you can imagine just to try and make yourself happy. Cut and pull, but you'll always be dull.
You're a castaway. A loner. A stoner. Society...
They're both just the same.
You run and you scream and you curse your own name.
You stare at your reflection hoping for perfection.
The mirror on the wall shows it all.
Every detail, every flaw.
How can you stand to look at yourself?
Pain in your pride. Nobody is by your side. You're all alone. Forced to look at the image staring back at you.
You do everything you can imagine just to try and make yourself happy. Cut and pull, but you'll always be dull.
You're a castaway. A loner. A stoner. Society...
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