Submissions by Denythelove
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write about love, heartache, and loss.
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Sep 2014 5:35pm
10th Sep 2014 5:35pm
What I did During Study when I Should've been Studying
I really want you to know that
I don't even have a second choice.
I want no one more than you.
I want no one but you.
I want you and that's
all I really want.
Just you.
Every time we're together I
always stop for a moment to
think (and usually it's when you're
talking to me and telling me
something I want to hear but I get
so fucking lost in your eyes that it
kills me and I'm sorry I swear I do
want to listen I love hearing you speak
but it's almost as if the words run from your lips like
music and I can't hear...
I don't even have a second choice.
I want no one more than you.
I want no one but you.
I want you and that's
all I really want.
Just you.
Every time we're together I
always stop for a moment to
think (and usually it's when you're
talking to me and telling me
something I want to hear but I get
so fucking lost in your eyes that it
kills me and I'm sorry I swear I do
want to listen I love hearing you speak
but it's almost as if the words run from your lips like
music and I can't hear...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2014 6:06pm
8th Sep 2014 6:06pm
Love You (so here's another poem for you)
I've never been scared to die.
Try, maybe.
But so far that hasn't stopped me.
But I never fucking succeed because
I'm such a fucking failure.
All I know is anymore that now I
have the best damn reason to
survive and get through all this bullshit
and I love you and I hope you know
that.
But, losing you is the scariest thing I
could even imagine.
I love you.
I miss you constantly.
Losing you would be the end of me.
Try, maybe.
But so far that hasn't stopped me.
But I never fucking succeed because
I'm such a fucking failure.
All I know is anymore that now I
have the best damn reason to
survive and get through all this bullshit
and I love you and I hope you know
that.
But, losing you is the scariest thing I
could even imagine.
I love you.
I miss you constantly.
Losing you would be the end of me.
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jul 2014 5:53am
27th Jul 2014 5:53am
About my Boyfriend
I will be okay
no matter what happens
because
tonight
he kissed me.
His lips were soft
(could barely feel them)
but warm and sweet
and forced the breath out
of my lungs and tore my chest
wide open and now I know it is
possible to love someone so much
that nothing else matters.
He was sitting beside me.
His body was warm.
I could feel his heartbeat
as he held me.
Why the hell would he
want me?
I don't care. He said he loved
me. I don't need any reasons
tonight. I don't...
no matter what happens
because
tonight
he kissed me.
His lips were soft
(could barely feel them)
but warm and sweet
and forced the breath out
of my lungs and tore my chest
wide open and now I know it is
possible to love someone so much
that nothing else matters.
He was sitting beside me.
His body was warm.
I could feel his heartbeat
as he held me.
Why the hell would he
want me?
I don't care. He said he loved
me. I don't need any reasons
tonight. I don't...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jul 2014 1:31am
20th Jul 2014 1:31am
Erotica: a f**ked Up Situation
This poem is about a situation
so fucked up, I might as well
place it under erotic.
You want me again.
You hurt me a hundred
times over and over again.
There are still pieces of
shrapnel left in my chest,
where my heart used to be.
I mean, when you told me
you had actually feelings
for me now, I've become so
faint and dizzy I took a bath
because i thought I may fall
in the shower, the way I
have always been falling for
you.
Look, I don't need the truth.
I don't want it. I want a cup
of your lies...
so fucked up, I might as well
place it under erotic.
You want me again.
You hurt me a hundred
times over and over again.
There are still pieces of
shrapnel left in my chest,
where my heart used to be.
I mean, when you told me
you had actually feelings
for me now, I've become so
faint and dizzy I took a bath
because i thought I may fall
in the shower, the way I
have always been falling for
you.
Look, I don't need the truth.
I don't want it. I want a cup
of your lies...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jul 2014 6:42am
13th Jul 2014 6:42am
On a Sweltering Tuesday in July
This is not like I imagined
it would be. You told me that
you missed me. Over the phone.
On a sweltering Tuesday in
July.
You had an ugly raspiness to
your voice that lets me know
you still smoke. I wish I
could have seen your eyes. I
know that they would've
been dull, without meaning,
but I'm familiar with his
uncaring eyes, and beautiful
words.
His voice convince me to lose
any hope of progress, of
moving on, of moving anywhere
at all. I knew I was stuck
but it's where I belonged.
I'd rather...
it would be. You told me that
you missed me. Over the phone.
On a sweltering Tuesday in
July.
You had an ugly raspiness to
your voice that lets me know
you still smoke. I wish I
could have seen your eyes. I
know that they would've
been dull, without meaning,
but I'm familiar with his
uncaring eyes, and beautiful
words.
His voice convince me to lose
any hope of progress, of
moving on, of moving anywhere
at all. I knew I was stuck
but it's where I belonged.
I'd rather...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Jun 2014 7:16am
27th Jun 2014 7:16am
Insecurity Will be The End of Me
Ugliness is all I see anymore.
It's not that I ever thought I
was pretty. Or could be. I
just once thought I was
average.
Now I don't think I've got even
a shot of getting there.
There's nothing about myself I
like anymore other than how great
I am at playing pretend and
covering pain in pink lip gloss,
fake eyelashes, and a gallon of
foundation and concealer and
blush and powder and contouring
until my face stops being my face
until I am satisfied that I look
enough like something I'm not.
No one could even...
It's not that I ever thought I
was pretty. Or could be. I
just once thought I was
average.
Now I don't think I've got even
a shot of getting there.
There's nothing about myself I
like anymore other than how great
I am at playing pretend and
covering pain in pink lip gloss,
fake eyelashes, and a gallon of
foundation and concealer and
blush and powder and contouring
until my face stops being my face
until I am satisfied that I look
enough like something I'm not.
No one could even...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Jun 2014 3:32am
8th Jun 2014 3:32am
6/7/14 (want to remember every detail of this day)
(This poem is not really meant for anything except just helping me
to remember things that I might otherwise forget. It's not
supposed to be entertaining or interesting. I also basically just wrote this with zero editing, I just typed the words buzzing through my skull. I do actually know how to write. Sorry.)
Woke up at like 5:30.
I took my SAT's today.
They were so long, but easy.
Alison and I went out to
eat and went back to her
house. Talking. Laughing.
I was honest with her about
how much of a shitty friend
she is and she blamed ME for...
to remember things that I might otherwise forget. It's not
supposed to be entertaining or interesting. I also basically just wrote this with zero editing, I just typed the words buzzing through my skull. I do actually know how to write. Sorry.)
Woke up at like 5:30.
I took my SAT's today.
They were so long, but easy.
Alison and I went out to
eat and went back to her
house. Talking. Laughing.
I was honest with her about
how much of a shitty friend
she is and she blamed ME for...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Nov 2013 3:53am
16th Nov 2013 3:53am
Last Poem for You
I knew we would end
up as strangers no
matter what I said
or did.
So, I made a choice.
I'd much rather be a
a bitch, and give
myself the full blame,
then tell you the
truth and only tear
open the wounds that
were already scabbing
over.
I won't let my pain
ruin you.
Not again.
But, what I really need to
say is: I am still here for
you. I am. And I'm not
going anywhere.
If you are sad, alone,
suicidal, and needing
of someone to talk to,
find me.
I don't care if we...
up as strangers no
matter what I said
or did.
So, I made a choice.
I'd much rather be a
a bitch, and give
myself the full blame,
then tell you the
truth and only tear
open the wounds that
were already scabbing
over.
I won't let my pain
ruin you.
Not again.
But, what I really need to
say is: I am still here for
you. I am. And I'm not
going anywhere.
If you are sad, alone,
suicidal, and needing
of someone to talk to,
find me.
I don't care if we...
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2013 11:10pm
14th Nov 2013 11:10pm
Upon an Ex Asking to Read My Poetry
Don't you dare believe
you are entitled to
see my poetry just
because you let me
see yours.
My poetry is my own
and I can share it if
I want to with who
I want to.
You did write poetry
about me. And you
showed it to me. I
Still don't owe you a
damn thing.
My poetry is my own.
Not yours. You don't
get to see it.
Don't text me. Go ahead
and bitch about me all
you want, I don't give a
fuck.
Since I wrote it, it's
mine. End of story.
you are entitled to
see my poetry just
because you let me
see yours.
My poetry is my own
and I can share it if
I want to with who
I want to.
You did write poetry
about me. And you
showed it to me. I
Still don't owe you a
damn thing.
My poetry is my own.
Not yours. You don't
get to see it.
Don't text me. Go ahead
and bitch about me all
you want, I don't give a
fuck.
Since I wrote it, it's
mine. End of story.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2013 7:32pm
9th Oct 2013 7:32pm
A Poem That Will Make You Sob While Pissing Yourself, Laughing
I'm sad as fuck
but I don't want
to write a sad
poem.
I want to write a
poem that's so goddamn
depressing it makes
you smile.
I want the type of
poem people won't
forget.
It'll be so sad, it
will make you laugh.
But how the hell am
I supposed to do
that?
I'm so sad that a guy walked into a bar and-
No.
That's just fucking
weird. I want a poem
good enough to brag
about.
Something to make my
parents proud.
I want a rooftop to
shout this glorious...
but I don't want
to write a sad
poem.
I want to write a
poem that's so goddamn
depressing it makes
you smile.
I want the type of
poem people won't
forget.
It'll be so sad, it
will make you laugh.
But how the hell am
I supposed to do
that?
I'm so sad that a guy walked into a bar and-
No.
That's just fucking
weird. I want a poem
good enough to brag
about.
Something to make my
parents proud.
I want a rooftop to
shout this glorious...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2013 7:27pm
7th Oct 2013 7:27pm
Her Smile
Her smile.
Her fucking smile
is potentially
the ninth
wonder of the
fucking world.
I would commit
murder just
to make her
smile.
Her tears.
Seeing her cry
is like being
set on fire times
a hundred
billion.
I would do anything
to dry them;
to make her never
cry again.
If I could,
I would pick every
last flower on the
planet and give them
all to her.
Every
last
one.
She would probably
roll her eyes and say,
"you're such a...
Her fucking smile
is potentially
the ninth
wonder of the
fucking world.
I would commit
murder just
to make her
smile.
Her tears.
Seeing her cry
is like being
set on fire times
a hundred
billion.
I would do anything
to dry them;
to make her never
cry again.
If I could,
I would pick every
last flower on the
planet and give them
all to her.
Every
last
one.
She would probably
roll her eyes and say,
"you're such a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2013 7:34pm
3rd Oct 2013 7:34pm
Untitled
"I think we should
break up,"
you texted me.
Instantly, I could
feel my eyes begin to
water so I ran upstairs
to my room and called you,
hoping you'd answer.
You didn't.
I left you a voicemail.
I didn't want you to hear
me cry.
I didn't want to cry.
I wanted everything to
stop.
The words kept echoing
in my head...
"I
I think
I think we
I think we should
break
up."
The words spun in my
head like an angry
tornado, destroying...
break up,"
you texted me.
Instantly, I could
feel my eyes begin to
water so I ran upstairs
to my room and called you,
hoping you'd answer.
You didn't.
I left you a voicemail.
I didn't want you to hear
me cry.
I didn't want to cry.
I wanted everything to
stop.
The words kept echoing
in my head...
"I
I think
I think we
I think we should
break
up."
The words spun in my
head like an angry
tornado, destroying...
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