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.
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Feb 2018 8:52pm
27th Feb 2018 8:52pm
In the Valley of Echoes
Zero hour is met
With a
Most
Egregious
Weight
Of gravity
My planet
Weights
Upon me
The blade
Attenuates
Y
Upon
X
Axis
Presses a
Pale
Indenture
Into the flesh
Of my wrist
All the memories
Wail
She held my
Hands
She asked
Of my old
Lost
Love
She asked of
Marriage
Children
And of
Love
She held my hands
She held her
Tongue
A voice...
With a
Most
Egregious
Weight
Of gravity
My planet
Weights
Upon me
The blade
Attenuates
Y
Upon
X
Axis
Presses a
Pale
Indenture
Into the flesh
Of my wrist
All the memories
Wail
She held my
Hands
She asked
Of my old
Lost
Love
She asked of
Marriage
Children
And of
Love
She held my hands
She held her
Tongue
A voice...
891 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2018 5:26am
17th Feb 2018 5:26am
Eta Carinae
You soft to catch my wail
You breathe
I
Inhale
It's dark, now
Can you see
The stars
For some
Few
Their light
Is all that's left
Of them
That is what you are
Sincerely,
R Sculptoris
You breathe
I
Inhale
It's dark, now
Can you see
The stars
For some
Few
Their light
Is all that's left
Of them
That is what you are
Sincerely,
R Sculptoris
700 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2018 11:03pm
9th Feb 2018 11:03pm
The Dune Sea
#identity
#spiritual
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
1354 reads
15 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2018 10:42pm
4th Feb 2018 10:42pm
Namaste
Midnight at the reservoir
No wind on the water
Leather jacket
Skullcap
Cold can hardly touch me
Hardly reach its
Phantom
Fingers
Through all this armor
Feel overdressed, so
I pocket the cap and
Throw
The jacket
Over my shoulder
Stroll along
Feeling a might dapper
😏
Sitting by the still waters
Now
Which form a perfect
Unbroken
Faux night sky
Face of waters
Atmospheric miter
Gaze serenely
Upon the other
Unmoved by wind
Weather
Or me
...
No wind on the water
Leather jacket
Skullcap
Cold can hardly touch me
Hardly reach its
Phantom
Fingers
Through all this armor
Feel overdressed, so
I pocket the cap and
Throw
The jacket
Over my shoulder
Stroll along
Feeling a might dapper
😏
Sitting by the still waters
Now
Which form a perfect
Unbroken
Faux night sky
Face of waters
Atmospheric miter
Gaze serenely
Upon the other
Unmoved by wind
Weather
Or me
...
#strength
#dark
#spiritual
#confusion
#gratitude
1281 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Sep 2017 5:55pm
18th Sep 2017 5:55pm
Aftermath of Irma
.
Prologue:
These Tortured Hours
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t...
Prologue:
These Tortured Hours
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction, but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t...
1308 reads
16 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th Aug 2017 10:57pm
29th Aug 2017 10:57pm
Yew - A long story, short
1609 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2017 7:21pm
4th Aug 2017 7:21pm
The Slow Progression of Silent Linear Time
1045 reads
13 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2017 12:27pm
15th Jul 2017 12:27pm
An Aeon of Episodic Memory
First, a Buddhist parable
“The True Sound of Truth
A devoted meditator, after years concentrating on a particular mantra, had attained enough insight to begin teaching. The student's humility was far from perfect, but the teachers at the monastery were not worried.
A few years of successful teaching left the meditator with no thoughts about learning from anyone; but upon hearing about a famous hermit living nearby, the opportunity was too exciting to be passed up.
The hermit lived alone on an island at the middle of a lake, so...
“The True Sound of Truth
A devoted meditator, after years concentrating on a particular mantra, had attained enough insight to begin teaching. The student's humility was far from perfect, but the teachers at the monastery were not worried.
A few years of successful teaching left the meditator with no thoughts about learning from anyone; but upon hearing about a famous hermit living nearby, the opportunity was too exciting to be passed up.
The hermit lived alone on an island at the middle of a lake, so...
1103 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2017 7:00pm
13th May 2017 7:00pm
A Physics of Vipers
Smiling faces sometimes pretend to be your friend.
Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within.
Smiling faces, Smiling Faces, Sometimes they don't tell the truth.
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof.
The truth is in the eye 'cause the eyes don't lie, amen.
Remember, a smile is just a frown turned upside down my friend.
So, hear me when I'm saying
Smiling faces, Smiling Faces, Sometimes they don't tell the truth.
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof.
Beware. Beware of the...
Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within.
Smiling faces, Smiling Faces, Sometimes they don't tell the truth.
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof.
The truth is in the eye 'cause the eyes don't lie, amen.
Remember, a smile is just a frown turned upside down my friend.
So, hear me when I'm saying
Smiling faces, Smiling Faces, Sometimes they don't tell the truth.
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof.
Beware. Beware of the...
1052 reads
STORY POEM
Published
27th Feb 2017 2:21am
27th Feb 2017 2:21am
Creation of Us- In Collaboration with Grace (Idryad)
I have only a scattered recollection
Of celestial musics
Half remembered
In moments
Of stillness
Missing what doesn’t exist
grasping floating shadows
reading distant hopes in clouds
nine fluffy seats
you remember that
In the ever ripening grip of nature
The bower of cyclic birth
Seems to gather about me
Anew
Fresh with possibility
Fraught with purpose
there, I etch my hopes
there in gentle repose my soul
reaching for something more
as tangible as dreams ...
Of celestial musics
Half remembered
In moments
Of stillness
Missing what doesn’t exist
grasping floating shadows
reading distant hopes in clouds
nine fluffy seats
you remember that
In the ever ripening grip of nature
The bower of cyclic birth
Seems to gather about me
Anew
Fresh with possibility
Fraught with purpose
there, I etch my hopes
there in gentle repose my soul
reaching for something more
as tangible as dreams ...
882 reads
12 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2017 7:59am
3rd Feb 2017 7:59am
Quiet As Death
1407 reads
18 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2016 5:37pm
23rd Dec 2016 5:37pm
This Low Circumstance
It was a beautiful night. Light fog, moon illumined mist hanging in the air, surreal as the domain of a dream.
Tears in the cheap linoleum flooring. Dust on the curtains, long undisturbed.
Tears upon my silent face, which has forgotten the warmth of breath, the wet press of lips and touch of fingertips. Duct tape on the holes of the heart I reside within, patches these thin arterial walls.
I listen for mom in the mornings. Make her a cup of coffee. Some toast with butter, maybe she is in the mood for strawberry jam.
Muster a smile. Ask her, Did...
Tears in the cheap linoleum flooring. Dust on the curtains, long undisturbed.
Tears upon my silent face, which has forgotten the warmth of breath, the wet press of lips and touch of fingertips. Duct tape on the holes of the heart I reside within, patches these thin arterial walls.
I listen for mom in the mornings. Make her a cup of coffee. Some toast with butter, maybe she is in the mood for strawberry jam.
Muster a smile. Ask her, Did...
913 reads
10 Comments
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