Submissions by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction In the beginning, there was flame and the pain of not knowing why we burn.
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Apr 2019 2:48am
14th Apr 2019 2:48am
Memento (mori)
#love
#friendship
#memories
161 reads
17 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Apr 2019 3:52am
4th Apr 2019 3:52am
Hello :)
Communication is challenging. There is an automatic amount of projection of prior experience bias and disposition onto everything in our environment. It was wisely said, "People meet us where they are, not where we are."
Anthropomorphization is common and easily recognizable as we lie together on the grass and describe the shapes in the clouds. I see a dog with floppy ears blown in the wind, one flung upward and away, one flat against his chin, one rear leg raised, perhaps an instant before micturation. You see Artemis drawing her bow defiantly to loose a quarrel against the...
Anthropomorphization is common and easily recognizable as we lie together on the grass and describe the shapes in the clouds. I see a dog with floppy ears blown in the wind, one flung upward and away, one flat against his chin, one rear leg raised, perhaps an instant before micturation. You see Artemis drawing her bow defiantly to loose a quarrel against the...
#kindness
#honesty
#dialogue
165 reads
18 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Mar 2019 11:07pm
17th Mar 2019 11:07pm
Hearts Not Red
Place your eye here,
Upon this board
Where I have sawed necks of cheese
And strangled chamomile leaves
Into an evening repast
Come, sit
Nostrils flare,
Close fisted around the scent
Of baking breads and the powders
Which drag a haphazard trail
Across the tiles are
Smeared with overlarge footsteps
A cloud still hanging
In the air
Ruminating
Low to ground
As if by some recent passage
Moans of some fresh transition
Carry from the nave
Across a still stretch of vacant ...
Upon this board
Where I have sawed necks of cheese
And strangled chamomile leaves
Into an evening repast
Come, sit
Nostrils flare,
Close fisted around the scent
Of baking breads and the powders
Which drag a haphazard trail
Across the tiles are
Smeared with overlarge footsteps
A cloud still hanging
In the air
Ruminating
Low to ground
As if by some recent passage
Moans of some fresh transition
Carry from the nave
Across a still stretch of vacant ...
#relationships
#nature
172 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jan 2019 5:00am
1st Jan 2019 5:00am
Stargazer
.
*Quandary*
You can become anything
I don’t know if I’m strong enough
..
*Invocation*
Cho Ku Rei
-Place the power of the universe here-
Sei He Ki
-God and man become one-
Hon Sha Ze Sho Nen
-No past, no present, no future-
-The ascendant in me recognizes the ascendant in you-
..
I.
A fall of fifty five hundred millennia,
From an abundance of elements was distilled
One amoebic form
Which, swelled by...
*Quandary*
You can become anything
I don’t know if I’m strong enough
..
*Invocation*
Cho Ku Rei
-Place the power of the universe here-
Sei He Ki
-God and man become one-
Hon Sha Ze Sho Nen
-No past, no present, no future-
-The ascendant in me recognizes the ascendant in you-
..
I.
A fall of fifty five hundred millennia,
From an abundance of elements was distilled
One amoebic form
Which, swelled by...
#love
#identity
#evolution #philosophical
#evolution #philosophical
424 reads
34 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2018 00:46am
4th Dec 2018 00:46am
Change
I.
(An achievement)
Miles beneath my heels
Discipline in consumption
I am becoming
..
II.
(A happy moment)
Wind song on water
Sunlight on my upturned face
A seed of wild hope
..
III.
(A lesson I’ve learned)
Self love is central
Still radiating outwards
Ecstasy of pain
..
IV.
(A proud moment)
I teach you English
Amidst our conversations
You teach me of peace
..
V.
(My wish...
(An achievement)
Miles beneath my heels
Discipline in consumption
I am becoming
..
II.
(A happy moment)
Wind song on water
Sunlight on my upturned face
A seed of wild hope
..
III.
(A lesson I’ve learned)
Self love is central
Still radiating outwards
Ecstasy of pain
..
IV.
(A proud moment)
I teach you English
Amidst our conversations
You teach me of peace
..
V.
(My wish...
#haiku
#LifeChangingMoment
#gratitude
304 reads
25 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Oct 2018 9:47pm
12th Oct 2018 9:47pm
Musings and Conjecture
#love
#erotic
#LifeStruggles #MovingOn
#LifeStruggles #MovingOn
344 reads
12 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Sep 2018 9:27pm
19th Sep 2018 9:27pm
A Window Into Approaching Dawn
Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” Rumi
..
I.
Back and forth, the hot
Mounds of your hips, jockeying
Forth and back in my
Hands, overflows the saucers of
My eyes, with desire that is
Palpable in it’s naked, wanton
Vulgarity, and my letters
Echo the dance of my tongue
As it pries at the closed
Window of your navel
My suckling lips draw up your
Dark goosed flesh, the desperately erect
Nipple, the aching yaw, which floods
With excited...
..
I.
Back and forth, the hot
Mounds of your hips, jockeying
Forth and back in my
Hands, overflows the saucers of
My eyes, with desire that is
Palpable in it’s naked, wanton
Vulgarity, and my letters
Echo the dance of my tongue
As it pries at the closed
Window of your navel
My suckling lips draw up your
Dark goosed flesh, the desperately erect
Nipple, the aching yaw, which floods
With excited...
#lust
#loneliness
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
218 reads
18 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2018 7:16pm
18th Aug 2018 7:16pm
Untitled moments fully recalled in a state of half wakefulness
I.
Tufts of silvered wire, hanging in
Inverted spires, slid low in the
Crux palm of brutish
Footswept earth, slowly
Breathing, molecules of
Moistened air, stirs invisible
Eddies, whose dreams slur
Unintelligible pantomimes of
Words
Breath
Darkens a patch below the
Chin, tepid, crimsoned flesh
Child, son of lost
Origins, sire of lost ...
Tufts of silvered wire, hanging in
Inverted spires, slid low in the
Crux palm of brutish
Footswept earth, slowly
Breathing, molecules of
Moistened air, stirs invisible
Eddies, whose dreams slur
Unintelligible pantomimes of
Words
Breath
Darkens a patch below the
Chin, tepid, crimsoned flesh
Child, son of lost
Origins, sire of lost ...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
238 reads
24 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2018 4:59am
23rd Jul 2018 4:59am
The Inevitable Twilight Of The Unfocused Eye
Neither of us knew anything that really mattered, nor did we have the ability to rectify that. There was nothing solid we could depend on. We were nearly boundless zeros, just pitiful little beings swept from one kind of oblivion to another." Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
This world spread out, before us. Day soaks through, into night. Night melts into day. The air smells of the season, rife with decay. A ripple combs the surface of waters. A wind shoves me aside, then falls still. Leaves murmur overhead, assent, dissent, I cannot...
This world spread out, before us. Day soaks through, into night. Night melts into day. The air smells of the season, rife with decay. A ripple combs the surface of waters. A wind shoves me aside, then falls still. Leaves murmur overhead, assent, dissent, I cannot...
#sadness
#death
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
213 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2018 9:25pm
14th Jul 2018 9:25pm
At Four-pm
Eta Carinae,
It was not my intended trajectory
To be
A meteoric blaze
Through your skies
And I hope my
Heart
Of reds
Compliments the blues
In your
Eyes
To burn
It is my nature
To burn
Ceaselessly
Variable
Only
In
Intensity
And as the seed
Never resembles
The flower
Intention is only a beginning
Longing, as we do
Reaching for each other
Across this divide
I think of the road that lead us
To here
...
It was not my intended trajectory
To be
A meteoric blaze
Through your skies
And I hope my
Heart
Of reds
Compliments the blues
In your
Eyes
To burn
It is my nature
To burn
Ceaselessly
Variable
Only
In
Intensity
And as the seed
Never resembles
The flower
Intention is only a beginning
Longing, as we do
Reaching for each other
Across this divide
I think of the road that lead us
To here
...
#love
#lust
#LifeStruggles #LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles #LifeGoals
243 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2018 10:18pm
11th Jul 2018 10:18pm
The Memory Keeper
Proem:
All that I do not understand pains me. Many voices in the mitote, I do not know. Then, I remember.
Reach my fingers, lift my face to the sky. I remember to touch the light.
I:
The Fallen Towers,
Somewhere
My brother
Is there
Ensconced
On a shelf
There’s nothing left but
Cold
Ash
I remember the
Warm
Hand
I held
As he lay
Unconscious
For days
I went around
Midnight ...
All that I do not understand pains me. Many voices in the mitote, I do not know. Then, I remember.
Reach my fingers, lift my face to the sky. I remember to touch the light.
I:
The Fallen Towers,
Somewhere
My brother
Is there
Ensconced
On a shelf
There’s nothing left but
Cold
Ash
I remember the
Warm
Hand
I held
As he lay
Unconscious
For days
I went around
Midnight ...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual #memories
#spiritual #memories
275 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2018 5:41am
29th May 2018 5:41am
Untitled ruminations upon the cyclic nature of arriving and departing seasons
Summer is here, again
Is it the failings of memory, coupled with the repeat of routine, blurring together, that causes time to slip away, is it our natural predisposition to exist most potently in the present moment, or perhaps the ever changing nature of all things, manifest in this swift seeming passage of our lives and awareness through time
Perhaps it is time that passes through and over us, sands that shear away the smooth features to coarse lines, crags and pocks, the continual procession of hellos and goodbyes, good mornings and good nights, like waters, their...
Is it the failings of memory, coupled with the repeat of routine, blurring together, that causes time to slip away, is it our natural predisposition to exist most potently in the present moment, or perhaps the ever changing nature of all things, manifest in this swift seeming passage of our lives and awareness through time
Perhaps it is time that passes through and over us, sands that shear away the smooth features to coarse lines, crags and pocks, the continual procession of hellos and goodbyes, good mornings and good nights, like waters, their...
#summer
#morning
#night #LifeCycle
#night #LifeCycle
380 reads
18 Comments
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