Submissions by Daisy_Kyriss
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Liquid Heart
I made promises I couldn't keep.
How was I to know?
It seems my heart is always liquid,
slipping through loosely gripped hands.
Where are the hands to hold me?
How was I to know?
It seems my heart is always liquid,
slipping through loosely gripped hands.
Where are the hands to hold me?
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The Emporer's Nightingale
Only an emporer
could cage a nightingale
and listen to her sing.
The cage was gilded
gleaming gold and white,
and I flew into your open eyes.
My heart sat perched
upon the spindle of your soul.
I sang for you.
But the nightingale
she always knew,
that no one could keep her forever
Because birds
unlike their mechanical duplicates,
were born to fly.
could cage a nightingale
and listen to her sing.
The cage was gilded
gleaming gold and white,
and I flew into your open eyes.
My heart sat perched
upon the spindle of your soul.
I sang for you.
But the nightingale
she always knew,
that no one could keep her forever
Because birds
unlike their mechanical duplicates,
were born to fly.
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Fear
Your eyes are bright
and ever changing as the sea
Galaxies of burnt blue denim
a labyrinth in shades of green and grey
two ferocious burning stars
My eyes
are brown
always brown
old and wise and soulful
dark as upturned earth
more fragile than they seem
I love you.
I fear you.
and ever changing as the sea
Galaxies of burnt blue denim
a labyrinth in shades of green and grey
two ferocious burning stars
My eyes
are brown
always brown
old and wise and soulful
dark as upturned earth
more fragile than they seem
I love you.
I fear you.
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shower
standing naked at the bathroom mirror
I picture you behind me
seeing what I see
the curves of my neck and shoulder
suggestive
poised and aching to feel
your lips
brushed over their soft pale skin
I need your hand around my throat
your teeth sunk in
I want to watch my own eyes as you push into me
slowly
I picture you behind me
seeing what I see
the curves of my neck and shoulder
suggestive
poised and aching to feel
your lips
brushed over their soft pale skin
I need your hand around my throat
your teeth sunk in
I want to watch my own eyes as you push into me
slowly
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broken
I want to make you feel me
force you down inside of me
All tangled up in branches and pictures of the sea
down
down
down.
until at last you see me
force you down inside of me
All tangled up in branches and pictures of the sea
down
down
down.
until at last you see me
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Christmas
Feels like Christmas today,
but not in the "I'm getting presents" sort of way.
Its something deeper than that
something older
A smell perhaps
Or the bite in the air
Being here again, in my mother's house...
Remembering.
It stirs something in me
Summer's gone
Fireweed spent
Nothing to cling to but the memories
Sun drenched skin and salty lips fade
like the smoke from our beach coal fires.
Curling away up into the sky
Leaving nothing behind but the
smell
but not in the "I'm getting presents" sort of way.
Its something deeper than that
something older
A smell perhaps
Or the bite in the air
Being here again, in my mother's house...
Remembering.
It stirs something in me
Summer's gone
Fireweed spent
Nothing to cling to but the memories
Sun drenched skin and salty lips fade
like the smoke from our beach coal fires.
Curling away up into the sky
Leaving nothing behind but the
smell
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pages torn apart
Memories are shattered glass
just pages torn apart
They haunt me with their brokenness
How often must I recollect
the way it feels to be with you?
If I could but purge it from my head...
My heart it seems
is inexplicably entwined
with the yearnings of my baser senses
So much so
that even though
I could not say you've ever loved me
there is nothing that I would not do
for another taste of you
just pages torn apart
They haunt me with their brokenness
How often must I recollect
the way it feels to be with you?
If I could but purge it from my head...
My heart it seems
is inexplicably entwined
with the yearnings of my baser senses
So much so
that even though
I could not say you've ever loved me
there is nothing that I would not do
for another taste of you
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Haiku
moonlit nights alone
adrift in a sea of stars
memories remain
adrift in a sea of stars
memories remain
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Love
Oh, how Love enthralls!
(At first)
A glimpse, a breath, a birth
(At first)
A glimpse, a breath, a birth
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Promise of Tomorrow
He who speaks a foreign language imperfectly has more enjoyment therein than he who speaks it well. The enjoyment is with the partially initiated" - Freidrich Nietzsche
Soft words whisper in the wind
Young hearts full of Hope
and yet unfeigned by life's resplendent horrors
They walk together
holding hands,
grasping towards the promise of tomorrow.
The smell of rich warm earth
and all the mysteries of flora and fauna
unfurled into the wind
While all around...
Soft words whisper in the wind
Young hearts full of Hope
and yet unfeigned by life's resplendent horrors
They walk together
holding hands,
grasping towards the promise of tomorrow.
The smell of rich warm earth
and all the mysteries of flora and fauna
unfurled into the wind
While all around...
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