Submissions by DeathnoteWhovian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Enthusiastic amature... Words and Music are the only ways I can express myself :D
Regretable carvings (not to be read by anyone who knows the name behind Deathnotewhovian)
My options
Do I need to tell someone?
Or
Do I want to tell someone?
Definitions from society and peers:
Need = Desperation & Attention seeking
Want = Need & Attention seeking...
Surly I'm not the only one noticing a pattern...
Telling someone about the stupid 'marks' I inflicted won't make the ugly picture I carved go away.
Telling someone can't make me feel better, right?
So why do I want to reach out - I'm such a fucking idiot it shows.
Regret and other emotions have suddenly arose.
Conversing with mother,...
Do I need to tell someone?
Or
Do I want to tell someone?
Definitions from society and peers:
Need = Desperation & Attention seeking
Want = Need & Attention seeking...
Surly I'm not the only one noticing a pattern...
Telling someone about the stupid 'marks' I inflicted won't make the ugly picture I carved go away.
Telling someone can't make me feel better, right?
So why do I want to reach out - I'm such a fucking idiot it shows.
Regret and other emotions have suddenly arose.
Conversing with mother,...
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Discipline me...
Hold me
Squeeze me
Embrace me
Love me
Want me
Kiss me
Lick me
Bite me
Tease me
Leave me
Scold me
Whip me
Please me
Teach me
Discipline me
Control me
When submitting is an option
The darker the choices
Do all these things to me
To silence the voices
Let's annoy them next door
Put on a show
Play with out favourite toys
Let the good times roll
Fuck me
Beat me
Bruise me
Use me
Make it slow
Make it hurt
Make me scream
Treat me like dirt
Squeeze me
Embrace me
Love me
Want me
Kiss me
Lick me
Bite me
Tease me
Leave me
Scold me
Whip me
Please me
Teach me
Discipline me
Control me
When submitting is an option
The darker the choices
Do all these things to me
To silence the voices
Let's annoy them next door
Put on a show
Play with out favourite toys
Let the good times roll
Fuck me
Beat me
Bruise me
Use me
Make it slow
Make it hurt
Make me scream
Treat me like dirt
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Silhouetted Sculpture
When does a tree look its best?
When it's in full bloom?
When all that remains is a knobbly claw?
Naturally I favour the latter.
For something so naturally dominating and ancient doesn't need to hide what's beneath.
Outsiders would consider such a sight that of a horror scene, with clichéd conventions.
Though I consider it a sight worth relishing. As the moon's beams pour over the now silhouetted sculpture, all is right with the world.
For its beauty is seen and I the witness.
For what's a rare occasion, horror can be beautiful. It can...
When it's in full bloom?
When all that remains is a knobbly claw?
Naturally I favour the latter.
For something so naturally dominating and ancient doesn't need to hide what's beneath.
Outsiders would consider such a sight that of a horror scene, with clichéd conventions.
Though I consider it a sight worth relishing. As the moon's beams pour over the now silhouetted sculpture, all is right with the world.
For its beauty is seen and I the witness.
For what's a rare occasion, horror can be beautiful. It can...
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Decorated iron (NOT to be read by anyone who knows who Deathnotewhovian is, please)
('Friends' if you're reading this then you have not respected my wishes)
I am the biggest liar I know.
The most shocking hypocrite.
My own worst critic -
Enough to hide the show.
My new found favourite pass time,
Gazing at the story.
My tools hidden at the moment,
Awaiting their moment of glory.
I'm so fucking ashamed
Confusion added to the mix
Research states many don't know their motivations for the act.
I need to know mine.
Emotions, lack of control even an escence of self hatred - ...
I am the biggest liar I know.
The most shocking hypocrite.
My own worst critic -
Enough to hide the show.
My new found favourite pass time,
Gazing at the story.
My tools hidden at the moment,
Awaiting their moment of glory.
I'm so fucking ashamed
Confusion added to the mix
Research states many don't know their motivations for the act.
I need to know mine.
Emotions, lack of control even an escence of self hatred - ...
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Wonderful firsts
Wonderful tools leave their trail
Each line telling a tale.
First time? No.
Last time? I hope so.
I convince myself that i like te burning...the uncomefortable sensation the cold relvalations.
I acted on impulse and am unsure as to whether regret is evident...
My saddest thought of all being what will mother say? On the light of another day?
Red skin angrily cries for attention, no blood but irritated flesh.
How did I allow myself to get into this mess?
For so long I've bottled it up and avoided the curiosity of what benefits this...
Each line telling a tale.
First time? No.
Last time? I hope so.
I convince myself that i like te burning...the uncomefortable sensation the cold relvalations.
I acted on impulse and am unsure as to whether regret is evident...
My saddest thought of all being what will mother say? On the light of another day?
Red skin angrily cries for attention, no blood but irritated flesh.
How did I allow myself to get into this mess?
For so long I've bottled it up and avoided the curiosity of what benefits this...
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To love as a cliché
You are to me, the rarest jewel.
Forgive the cliché for that's not all.
When blessed with your company,
It is the finest.
When together it seems our souls burn the brightest.
Together they dance away their cares.
As one not two, caring of others few.
You're my confidence,
My joy
My terrifying all.
So emotionally invested,
I've all to loose.
You're my stability,
My gratutude,
My heart yours to keep.
Look after it dear one
The care is yours.
We'll love one another
Regardless...
Forgive the cliché for that's not all.
When blessed with your company,
It is the finest.
When together it seems our souls burn the brightest.
Together they dance away their cares.
As one not two, caring of others few.
You're my confidence,
My joy
My terrifying all.
So emotionally invested,
I've all to loose.
You're my stability,
My gratutude,
My heart yours to keep.
Look after it dear one
The care is yours.
We'll love one another
Regardless...
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Sharing the load
As humans the main motivation to 'reach out' is to believe that someone else is willing to grab your hand.
To stop you from falling,
To stop you from quitting the fight,
To stop you from fearing judgment.
Discussing problems won't make them go away, but allowing someone else to Cary the load with you, takes strain from the heart.
Let me carry your problems, I'll share the weight. For its never a burden to follow my faith.
To stop you from falling,
To stop you from quitting the fight,
To stop you from fearing judgment.
Discussing problems won't make them go away, but allowing someone else to Cary the load with you, takes strain from the heart.
Let me carry your problems, I'll share the weight. For its never a burden to follow my faith.
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Pleasureable screams (Co written with Chemical Rose)
Creeping in the twilight out of sight,
In the middle of the night,
Darkness hides their face of sin,
But they'll soon unleash the beast within...
With a knife in their hand,
They lurk in the shadows with a twisted plan,
They find their victim and come in for the kill,
Grinning as they approach, hoping the screams will be shrill...
A hand over a mouth,
gets the heart pumping.
It's not joy they feel,
it's pleasure or something.
Pinned to the floor;
let pleas free.
"Would you look at that,
look how she...
In the middle of the night,
Darkness hides their face of sin,
But they'll soon unleash the beast within...
With a knife in their hand,
They lurk in the shadows with a twisted plan,
They find their victim and come in for the kill,
Grinning as they approach, hoping the screams will be shrill...
A hand over a mouth,
gets the heart pumping.
It's not joy they feel,
it's pleasure or something.
Pinned to the floor;
let pleas free.
"Would you look at that,
look how she...
676 reads
10 Comments
Student seduces...
I attack you playfully
Our lips dancing joyfully together. We've waited for this for what seems like forever.
Your mouth reaches my neck and I allow you the access you require. You suck and nibble leaving your mark. There is no explaining that!
Our hands messily reach lower - Skirt raised, trousers unzipped. Hands pulsate in experienced experimentation. My knees buckle I'm at you mercy...
You lift me up and I wrap my legs around your waist. Were both ready for this - do it.
Never stopping your kisses the contents of your desk are shoved away. I'm...
Our lips dancing joyfully together. We've waited for this for what seems like forever.
Your mouth reaches my neck and I allow you the access you require. You suck and nibble leaving your mark. There is no explaining that!
Our hands messily reach lower - Skirt raised, trousers unzipped. Hands pulsate in experienced experimentation. My knees buckle I'm at you mercy...
You lift me up and I wrap my legs around your waist. Were both ready for this - do it.
Never stopping your kisses the contents of your desk are shoved away. I'm...
1012 reads
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Labelled by rumor
Words are stronger than what we see.
opinions are constantly changing of me.
Rumours from years ago
have once again surfaced,
I knew they would
but it wont stop hurting.
The fact that it's believed
hurts all the more.
what can I say -
I'm labelled a whore.
I know it's not true,
it should be enough.
a jealous lie and an attempt to cover up.
At my expense,
no other way.
They're both forgiven,
all I need to say
opinions are constantly changing of me.
Rumours from years ago
have once again surfaced,
I knew they would
but it wont stop hurting.
The fact that it's believed
hurts all the more.
what can I say -
I'm labelled a whore.
I know it's not true,
it should be enough.
a jealous lie and an attempt to cover up.
At my expense,
no other way.
They're both forgiven,
all I need to say
665 reads
11 Comments
Decrepit Opinions
This topic is overused and the fuel of many self poems. Yet still commonly unheard of. Though no two poems have the same story.
Sure they share a blade, a dislike, anxieties, guilt and so on...
But self harm is not just a blade.
I don't cut but I think.
I don't scar but I hurt.
I don't share pictures but I write. - there's a difference in pattern.
What ever you want to achieve with self harm is up to you.
-relief?
-distraction?
-attention?
Nothing morally wrong with either from where I'm standing.
I promised to never judge...
Sure they share a blade, a dislike, anxieties, guilt and so on...
But self harm is not just a blade.
I don't cut but I think.
I don't scar but I hurt.
I don't share pictures but I write. - there's a difference in pattern.
What ever you want to achieve with self harm is up to you.
-relief?
-distraction?
-attention?
Nothing morally wrong with either from where I'm standing.
I promised to never judge...
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No safe haven for me...
There was once a place that I could express myself freely without fear of judgment or group conversations regarding it.
There once was a time when one or two trusted souls would wander onto my work, leave a comment and not speak about it in person - as was preferred.
Given the topic I would allow even strangers to speak to me regarding my guarded words - but no opinion is dearer than a selected few.
My poems are that of expression not attention.
My preferences are that of insecurity not a lack of trust.
My distance is a fear of judgment not a...
There once was a time when one or two trusted souls would wander onto my work, leave a comment and not speak about it in person - as was preferred.
Given the topic I would allow even strangers to speak to me regarding my guarded words - but no opinion is dearer than a selected few.
My poems are that of expression not attention.
My preferences are that of insecurity not a lack of trust.
My distance is a fear of judgment not a...
620 reads
8 Comments
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