Submissions by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Zero_Stillness
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th May 2021 4:30am
20th May 2021 4:30am
The Physiology of Atrophy
The doorway to the desert.
The blood red sun sets into the stone
Of your future.
Sand granules set into stillness.
This moment is detached from humanity
and human activity.
Abandon hope is spoken in closed lips
Across the face.
* * *
The first night screams between the ears
Or so I’ve heard.
Because I’ve drowned in the depths
Of every known darkness.
The sand granules become electrons
Cast side to side.
* * *
The physiology moves in steps
Of...
The blood red sun sets into the stone
Of your future.
Sand granules set into stillness.
This moment is detached from humanity
and human activity.
Abandon hope is spoken in closed lips
Across the face.
* * *
The first night screams between the ears
Or so I’ve heard.
Because I’ve drowned in the depths
Of every known darkness.
The sand granules become electrons
Cast side to side.
* * *
The physiology moves in steps
Of...
#women
#soldiers
#friendship #heroic
#friendship #heroic
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2021 4:24am
20th May 2021 4:24am
The Osmosis of You
Head tilted, shades to the sky
In a gleam.
The running clouds…
A verdant sway.
The Alaskan snows of the sky.
The sun…
Eternal and ephemeral
Helicopters to cracking sounds
Scurrying on breezes
That move in mirrors of clouds
Rain drops make an entrance
That mirror the sounds of clouds
All is like piano keys.
II
The silent supplication of trees
Turns to sound.
Birds search in the grass.
Beaks surveying the Earth.
Chirping at the edge of...
In a gleam.
The running clouds…
A verdant sway.
The Alaskan snows of the sky.
The sun…
Eternal and ephemeral
Helicopters to cracking sounds
Scurrying on breezes
That move in mirrors of clouds
Rain drops make an entrance
That mirror the sounds of clouds
All is like piano keys.
II
The silent supplication of trees
Turns to sound.
Birds search in the grass.
Beaks surveying the Earth.
Chirping at the edge of...
#beauty
#admiration
529 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2021 4:49am
19th May 2021 4:49am
Motion in Lilac
Champagne to the forefront
Survivors of the dusk
Levitating pirouettes
Over horizons of contemplation
?questions into answers!
Converted back to questions.
Settling into purple shadows
Serenaded by dot matrix sounds
Hordes in the distance
To awaken bees wings
That will satellite
Like the day around the night
As I wonder…
Does the day get in the way
or…
Bring us closer...
As a beam of light swirls around the budding lilacs.
Survivors of the dusk
Levitating pirouettes
Over horizons of contemplation
?questions into answers!
Converted back to questions.
Settling into purple shadows
Serenaded by dot matrix sounds
Hordes in the distance
To awaken bees wings
That will satellite
Like the day around the night
As I wonder…
Does the day get in the way
or…
Bring us closer...
As a beam of light swirls around the budding lilacs.
#beauty
386 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2021 4:37am
19th May 2021 4:37am
The Tear or The Fear
What exists in the composition of a tear in the light?
As the sun spirals in the spaces of death in wire mesh
Metallic chakras
Bursting in pin holes like the souls of childhood innocence
Lost in a complex of levers and pulleys and misappropriation
The only lesson to be learned is absence in a multitude of forms
Redefined as the thought process transforms in institutional whites
The given softwares girt the leviathan in courageous demigod postures
Shattered and scattered
Rowboats in smithereens of artificial manufactured mundane matrixes ...
As the sun spirals in the spaces of death in wire mesh
Metallic chakras
Bursting in pin holes like the souls of childhood innocence
Lost in a complex of levers and pulleys and misappropriation
The only lesson to be learned is absence in a multitude of forms
Redefined as the thought process transforms in institutional whites
The given softwares girt the leviathan in courageous demigod postures
Shattered and scattered
Rowboats in smithereens of artificial manufactured mundane matrixes ...
#America
346 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th May 2021 8:53am
18th May 2021 8:53am
Comf[y es]
I now realize the reaction
To being seen
Is a reaction to being
Quantified
Perhaps like the light beam
That is broken into two
When I or you
Espied
Or the intangible variant
Of stirred stillness
In the shadow forms
Of stratified cocoons
Written in alabaster film
Lighter than air without a care
To being seen
Is a reaction to being
Quantified
Perhaps like the light beam
That is broken into two
When I or you
Espied
Or the intangible variant
Of stirred stillness
In the shadow forms
Of stratified cocoons
Written in alabaster film
Lighter than air without a care
#philosophical
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6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th May 2021 8:36am
18th May 2021 8:36am
Poet[z en]nter
In the magical universe there are electric storms.
The mind is both quiet and loud.
And none of these things…
Or… Any of these things...
Honed in the flames of genius and madness -
And premeditation of evils.
The only certainty is uncertainty.
And we like it like that
Because we are quantum-pendulum states of being -
Rolling under the waves
Something like members of an order of disorder.
Awaiting our waves…
The world’s riches only incited the sincerest form laughter.
And I looked at you and I saw the same.
And...
The mind is both quiet and loud.
And none of these things…
Or… Any of these things...
Honed in the flames of genius and madness -
And premeditation of evils.
The only certainty is uncertainty.
And we like it like that
Because we are quantum-pendulum states of being -
Rolling under the waves
Something like members of an order of disorder.
Awaiting our waves…
The world’s riches only incited the sincerest form laughter.
And I looked at you and I saw the same.
And...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
408 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th May 2021 3:00am
17th May 2021 3:00am
Everywhere
The cosmic song
Converged through aether
Reaching into the netherworld
Across great gulfs of darkness
Like fingertips into surfaces
Spreading out and scattering
In butterfly wing things
The notes of the scales
Imprint on the mind like horizons
Expansive, linear, and wild
Your eyes peeled back
And revealed a heart in fragments
And frames of slow motion light speed
Now then… Compose yourself
Like the tattered rags of a ghost
Recognize the entry point of
Everywhere
Converged through aether
Reaching into the netherworld
Across great gulfs of darkness
Like fingertips into surfaces
Spreading out and scattering
In butterfly wing things
The notes of the scales
Imprint on the mind like horizons
Expansive, linear, and wild
Your eyes peeled back
And revealed a heart in fragments
And frames of slow motion light speed
Now then… Compose yourself
Like the tattered rags of a ghost
Recognize the entry point of
Everywhere
#evolution
#astronomy
#philosophical
514 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th May 2021 2:36am
17th May 2021 2:36am
All Roads Lead to the Stars
Longitude of roads
From mind to mind’s eye
Impressed in memory
As a swing of a typewriter key
Impresses into parchment
In a white-light drenched moment
As a supernatural sun
Is a preternatural star
Littering glitter over the mind
That becomes – Beauty’s victim
Searching for a sign
Enmeshed in space and time
Where optical networks
Convey the neurons of emotions
Presenting intricate questions
Existing behind curtains
We are made of star
We live under sun
I thought of my love
I...
From mind to mind’s eye
Impressed in memory
As a swing of a typewriter key
Impresses into parchment
In a white-light drenched moment
As a supernatural sun
Is a preternatural star
Littering glitter over the mind
That becomes – Beauty’s victim
Searching for a sign
Enmeshed in space and time
Where optical networks
Convey the neurons of emotions
Presenting intricate questions
Existing behind curtains
We are made of star
We live under sun
I thought of my love
I...
#stars
356 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th May 2021 7:04am
16th May 2021 7:04am
Affairs of the Afars
Sequestered in a cloister.
A blood letting ritual.
The monastery...
The promontory...
Every star is a voice
to be studied
in strangeness...
To ask the universe
Have I paid for this?
Because there are only solitary souls
in the depths
That seem to see each other from afar.
A blood letting ritual.
The monastery...
The promontory...
Every star is a voice
to be studied
in strangeness...
To ask the universe
Have I paid for this?
Because there are only solitary souls
in the depths
That seem to see each other from afar.
#mirror
442 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th May 2021 6:47am
16th May 2021 6:47am
Honestly
Honestly
I’m only now discovering the definition of
Honesty
And In between
Feelings of a complete lack of feelings
I have to say…
Quite honestly
It is my great privilege to know you in any capacity
I’m only now discovering the definition of
Honesty
And In between
Feelings of a complete lack of feelings
I have to say…
Quite honestly
It is my great privilege to know you in any capacity
#utopia
#heaven
#hell
657 reads
6 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th May 2021 7:26am
15th May 2021 7:26am
Aphrodite Rising (III of III)
Divinity in Darkness
Times of High Strangeness call into question the nature of the reality in which we exist, a world of phenomenon and perception. When our notions of consensus reality are bent and even broken, we are set adrift in the neo-gravity of the unknown, a spaceman out of the capsule and into space, approaching the end of the tether, like an amphibious creature roaming the land, meeting the end of it’s terrestrial capacity with no water in sight, synonymous with the dreamer or the thinker in the realms of thoughts and dreams.
My normal respiratory functions...
Times of High Strangeness call into question the nature of the reality in which we exist, a world of phenomenon and perception. When our notions of consensus reality are bent and even broken, we are set adrift in the neo-gravity of the unknown, a spaceman out of the capsule and into space, approaching the end of the tether, like an amphibious creature roaming the land, meeting the end of it’s terrestrial capacity with no water in sight, synonymous with the dreamer or the thinker in the realms of thoughts and dreams.
My normal respiratory functions...
#angels
#aliens
477 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th May 2021 7:08am
15th May 2021 7:08am
Hotel Guinevere
#God
#angels
#aliens #witches
#aliens #witches
608 reads
7 Comments
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