Submissions by BlackRose_Mira (trashcat)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
to love as if to burn; to grieve as if to drown
SONG LYRICS
Published
17th Nov 2014 1:49pm
17th Nov 2014 1:49pm
And Like This To Eternity
Where do the seconds go when they pass you by
Like clouds upon the weeping sky?
Do you miss them?
Where do the nights go when they slip away?
What's left to save?
Do you regret them?
Does this icy veneer hide calamity?
Oh-- Oh, yes, I smell iniquity.
Where hides the darkest hour?
Burn, burn and devour.
Can you feel me?
I sink my teeth into centuries.
Exist in the boundaries.
Do you fear me?
These words are all daggers and, trust me, I have a whole armory.
The Sunset will lead you to Death,...
Like clouds upon the weeping sky?
Do you miss them?
Where do the nights go when they slip away?
What's left to save?
Do you regret them?
Does this icy veneer hide calamity?
Oh-- Oh, yes, I smell iniquity.
Where hides the darkest hour?
Burn, burn and devour.
Can you feel me?
I sink my teeth into centuries.
Exist in the boundaries.
Do you fear me?
These words are all daggers and, trust me, I have a whole armory.
The Sunset will lead you to Death,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Oct 2014 12:33pm
26th Oct 2014 12:33pm
'From Before'
Remember--O, recall!--the days of Yore
When one were two, ere two was naught but one.
Stand now, amidst this storm of Said and Done,
And mourn the love now titled "From Before."
Before the days grew short, ere nights grew long.
Before the Sun-God slept, ere hearts grew dim.
Like Summer ere the Ice, before you, him:
There was that love, in Autumn's fleeting song.
A love you loved with fire, gone to frost;
The heat of your desire, lost to doubt.
And where he stood, an echo still calls out
That nothing lasts, yet all...
When one were two, ere two was naught but one.
Stand now, amidst this storm of Said and Done,
And mourn the love now titled "From Before."
Before the days grew short, ere nights grew long.
Before the Sun-God slept, ere hearts grew dim.
Like Summer ere the Ice, before you, him:
There was that love, in Autumn's fleeting song.
A love you loved with fire, gone to frost;
The heat of your desire, lost to doubt.
And where he stood, an echo still calls out
That nothing lasts, yet all...
615 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2014 5:28pm
4th Oct 2014 5:28pm
Repose
The clock is silent while it screams.
I pray for Night to hear my dreams;
She must--She must! They're loud and bright--
As bright as can be sans all light.
I wish to sleep and ne'er recall
The Birth, the Death, the Rush, the Fall.
The clock is silent while it screams.
The Night will never hear my dreams.
I pray for Night to hear my dreams;
She must--She must! They're loud and bright--
As bright as can be sans all light.
I wish to sleep and ne'er recall
The Birth, the Death, the Rush, the Fall.
The clock is silent while it screams.
The Night will never hear my dreams.
786 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Oct 2014 5:24pm
4th Oct 2014 5:24pm
The Most Unlikely Of Names
O, Dearest,
Will you not come tonight?
I will not summon you, but if you come,
I will not close my door.
Should you slip under my covers
To lie with me in my sleep,
I will put my arms
Around you.
O, Dearest,
Will you not come to me?
I will not command you, but if you come,
I will not fight.
Should you stalk into my chambers
To embrace me while I lie awake,
I will embrace you
Right back.
O, Dearest,
Will you not tell me your name?
Every night for years you have stood
Just past the threshold.
Tell me, in a...
Will you not come tonight?
I will not summon you, but if you come,
I will not close my door.
Should you slip under my covers
To lie with me in my sleep,
I will put my arms
Around you.
O, Dearest,
Will you not come to me?
I will not command you, but if you come,
I will not fight.
Should you stalk into my chambers
To embrace me while I lie awake,
I will embrace you
Right back.
O, Dearest,
Will you not tell me your name?
Every night for years you have stood
Just past the threshold.
Tell me, in a...
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ANGER POEM
Published
13th Sep 2014 7:07pm
13th Sep 2014 7:07pm
Words and a Witch
You.
You whore of a mother.
A cut and faceted diamond would envy you
For the sheer number of faces you have.
But I s'pose, now, it's "the sheer number of faces
You had," because all that has faded,
Rotten and fallen away, leaving
This. This pile of whatever it is you are.
Oh, you thought you saw Dionysus,
When really, it was your own haggard reflection.
And you were that desperate, that horny,
That you believed, truly believed,
It was him. Good job, that.
Shagging an illusion.
I guess you forgot. I guess... I...
You whore of a mother.
A cut and faceted diamond would envy you
For the sheer number of faces you have.
But I s'pose, now, it's "the sheer number of faces
You had," because all that has faded,
Rotten and fallen away, leaving
This. This pile of whatever it is you are.
Oh, you thought you saw Dionysus,
When really, it was your own haggard reflection.
And you were that desperate, that horny,
That you believed, truly believed,
It was him. Good job, that.
Shagging an illusion.
I guess you forgot. I guess... I...
702 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2014 2:24am
10th Sep 2014 2:24am
The Four-Letter Speech
Eins.
how can you not see what I have drawn
Across the walls? In ink, in blood, in honey.
Imbue. The stars do not
Wait.
I catch the Moon in a bowl of water
And a crystal.
.
Acht.
The witch walks at night, the witch walks
At Night. She is. She is. She is.
Her eyes are the tails of Infinity. two
ZEros
Chasing each other. I scream
And drown.
.
Null-null.
.
Zweiundzwanzig.
No-one teaches you how to read, truLy read,
What is not written. To decipher the Code of the Soul.
Disparate. The First of Fourteen is an...
how can you not see what I have drawn
Across the walls? In ink, in blood, in honey.
Imbue. The stars do not
Wait.
I catch the Moon in a bowl of water
And a crystal.
.
Acht.
The witch walks at night, the witch walks
At Night. She is. She is. She is.
Her eyes are the tails of Infinity. two
ZEros
Chasing each other. I scream
And drown.
.
Null-null.
.
Zweiundzwanzig.
No-one teaches you how to read, truLy read,
What is not written. To decipher the Code of the Soul.
Disparate. The First of Fourteen is an...
601 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 1:48pm
5th Sep 2014 1:48pm
On The Ninth Night, I Dreamt
(Okay, it's more of dream-like than dark, but I s'pose it goes here just as well)
Beyond this effervescent veil,
Beneath this bright façade;
Past the red horizon,
Where lies the cold and hard,
Shine and gleam a thousand lights,
Each one a ghostly shard.
O, Sun behind the bleeding clouds!
Descending from the Sky;
Forever wrapped within his shroud,
To Earth he casts his Eye,
Where these shattered wraiths do crowd;
Come Night, the Moon that perches nigh
Doth reign--...
Beyond this effervescent veil,
Beneath this bright façade;
Past the red horizon,
Where lies the cold and hard,
Shine and gleam a thousand lights,
Each one a ghostly shard.
O, Sun behind the bleeding clouds!
Descending from the Sky;
Forever wrapped within his shroud,
To Earth he casts his Eye,
Where these shattered wraiths do crowd;
Come Night, the Moon that perches nigh
Doth reign--...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
30th Aug 2014 6:33pm
30th Aug 2014 6:33pm
And the Serpent Said, "Dusta!"
Beheaded, they walk;
Corrupted, they talk.
Their faces concealed,
Their wounds always heal.
What's it feel like to be an empty shell?
Does it feel right? I hope it feels like hell.
Deception; believe.
Inspire; conceive.
When everything's wrong;
The weakness, too strong.
So what's it feel like when the tables turn?
Does it feel right? I hope it's torture.
Liar, liar, think you're saved?
Liar, liar, dig your grave
Nowhere to run (run now, run far)
Nowhere to hide, turn around.
Beheaded, they walk;...
Corrupted, they talk.
Their faces concealed,
Their wounds always heal.
What's it feel like to be an empty shell?
Does it feel right? I hope it feels like hell.
Deception; believe.
Inspire; conceive.
When everything's wrong;
The weakness, too strong.
So what's it feel like when the tables turn?
Does it feel right? I hope it's torture.
Liar, liar, think you're saved?
Liar, liar, dig your grave
Nowhere to run (run now, run far)
Nowhere to hide, turn around.
Beheaded, they walk;...
760 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2014 2:09pm
21st Aug 2014 2:09pm
Catalyst
Your eyes are eyes of fire--
That scorch and shine like flaming gems.
They burn away all lies
And strip all facades,
And leave no shield or scintilla of deceit
Obscuring the core of the soul.
Burn me, My Lord;
Strip away my facade.
Expose my Heart and Soul;
I give them to You.
Your tongue is one of silver--
Quickly turning, aptly stirring
The deceptive quiet, oft called Peace
(But which is Stagnance in disguise),
And tearing down all fortresses
That protect one--and inhibit...
That scorch and shine like flaming gems.
They burn away all lies
And strip all facades,
And leave no shield or scintilla of deceit
Obscuring the core of the soul.
Burn me, My Lord;
Strip away my facade.
Expose my Heart and Soul;
I give them to You.
Your tongue is one of silver--
Quickly turning, aptly stirring
The deceptive quiet, oft called Peace
(But which is Stagnance in disguise),
And tearing down all fortresses
That protect one--and inhibit...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 1:53pm
12th Aug 2014 1:53pm
State of Grey
Chaos. Order. Creep.
There are many, so many
worlds within ours, we just don't
see.
We refuse to see; what our world
consists of is now grey and blue
and grey and blue
and me and you
are nothing, nothing, aye, but plaster
statues brought to life.
And all this, all this, aye, is void of
hate and death and strife.
'Cause nothing, nothing dies if only
it did not have life.
And no-one, no-one loves if no-one
ever knew of strife.
Drizzles. Hailstorms. Weep. ...
There are many, so many
worlds within ours, we just don't
see.
We refuse to see; what our world
consists of is now grey and blue
and grey and blue
and me and you
are nothing, nothing, aye, but plaster
statues brought to life.
And all this, all this, aye, is void of
hate and death and strife.
'Cause nothing, nothing dies if only
it did not have life.
And no-one, no-one loves if no-one
ever knew of strife.
Drizzles. Hailstorms. Weep. ...
689 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 8:00am
9th Aug 2014 8:00am
The Xysticus and Lycosidae Conundrum (a spider's identity crisis)
A hundred little hatchlings ride atop
The back of their Wolf-Spider mother; she
Shall carry them--and if one falls, she'll stop
To pick one up and never leave one be.
She will not let them go before she's seen
That they'll survive without a family.
Consider now X. audax spiderlings
Who know no family, nor do they care;
They fly, upon their silken spider strings,
at Life--into whose eyes they boldly stare.
They fly unknowing if they will survive
To land, and further strive to stay alive.
I'll tell you now just what amazes me:...
The back of their Wolf-Spider mother; she
Shall carry them--and if one falls, she'll stop
To pick one up and never leave one be.
She will not let them go before she's seen
That they'll survive without a family.
Consider now X. audax spiderlings
Who know no family, nor do they care;
They fly, upon their silken spider strings,
at Life--into whose eyes they boldly stare.
They fly unknowing if they will survive
To land, and further strive to stay alive.
I'll tell you now just what amazes me:...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2014 2:48pm
22nd Jul 2014 2:48pm
Hear, Sky-Treader!
Lo! The god whose name I wear
Like Spring's lush blossoms in my hair;
Like a dress of spiderwebs;
The Coat of Tide that never ebbs.
Lo! The trickster deity
Whom I feel, though never see--
Whom I love and so revere--
Though my love is free of fear.
Lo! O, Loptr, will you hear?
True indeed, I hold you dear;
And my heart--which is your altar-
Is proof my love will never falter.
Will you see my humble verse?
O, Loke, in these feeble words
My heart I do outpour to you--
An offering I feel is due.
...
Like Spring's lush blossoms in my hair;
Like a dress of spiderwebs;
The Coat of Tide that never ebbs.
Lo! The trickster deity
Whom I feel, though never see--
Whom I love and so revere--
Though my love is free of fear.
Lo! O, Loptr, will you hear?
True indeed, I hold you dear;
And my heart--which is your altar-
Is proof my love will never falter.
Will you see my humble verse?
O, Loke, in these feeble words
My heart I do outpour to you--
An offering I feel is due.
...
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