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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Aug 2016 9:29am
25th Aug 2016 9:29am
My Left is Underhanded, Act 4 Finale
Oderint dum metuant." Lucius Accius ;)
Published 01.10. 2012
My Left is Underhanded, Act 4 Finale
A Handful of Nothing
Or
So perfect and absurd
..
Top of Form
This is the fourth movement. It is my life.
Prayed eight days for a storm. It is here. I smoke out and call lightning.
Alderaan went the way of the dinosaur. Mowed down by evil demonstrations of fear kill power. ;)
Dishonor is not in defeat, but in losing respect for life itself.
As above
So below
Fight ...
Published 01.10. 2012
My Left is Underhanded, Act 4 Finale
A Handful of Nothing
Or
So perfect and absurd
..
Top of Form
This is the fourth movement. It is my life.
Prayed eight days for a storm. It is here. I smoke out and call lightning.
Alderaan went the way of the dinosaur. Mowed down by evil demonstrations of fear kill power. ;)
Dishonor is not in defeat, but in losing respect for life itself.
As above
So below
Fight ...
826 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Aug 2016 4:43am
18th Aug 2016 4:43am
My Left is Underhanded, Act 3
Published 01.10. 2012
My Left is Underhanded, Act 3
Silence Rules
Or
Our voids and collisions
..
Saw at least 3 cascading
Flashes of lightning in the distance
That raked the sky silently to the east
Must be truly distant
For not a sound
To reach
Me
Here
Fire in the sky, fingers rake the eyes and night together. The image is burned into us both. There is anger on the air that strikes with amplified pressure. All is gathered, alive and aware in the grip of the demiurge who bears witness from where Ursa Major and...
My Left is Underhanded, Act 3
Silence Rules
Or
Our voids and collisions
..
Saw at least 3 cascading
Flashes of lightning in the distance
That raked the sky silently to the east
Must be truly distant
For not a sound
To reach
Me
Here
Fire in the sky, fingers rake the eyes and night together. The image is burned into us both. There is anger on the air that strikes with amplified pressure. All is gathered, alive and aware in the grip of the demiurge who bears witness from where Ursa Major and...
891 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2016 4:02am
11th Aug 2016 4:02am
My Left is Underhanded, Act 2
Published 01.10. 2012
My Left is Underhanded, Act 2
My Musical Talons
or
So much light to see you by
..
I once read of a woman poet, the most important kind of good soul, that to walk into the sea with your sorrow would kill you, or the sorrow. So in 2004 I drove to the shore, shed all possessions and walked into the ocean.
It had just occurred to me
Something
Fun
To
Do
It was the
Middle of the
Night
Water was
Fucking cold as balls even in summer and OMG
Did you HEAR
Of the STORM HURRICANE?...
My Left is Underhanded, Act 2
My Musical Talons
or
So much light to see you by
..
I once read of a woman poet, the most important kind of good soul, that to walk into the sea with your sorrow would kill you, or the sorrow. So in 2004 I drove to the shore, shed all possessions and walked into the ocean.
It had just occurred to me
Something
Fun
To
Do
It was the
Middle of the
Night
Water was
Fucking cold as balls even in summer and OMG
Did you HEAR
Of the STORM HURRICANE?...
800 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2016 1:02am
8th Aug 2016 1:02am
My Left is Underhanded, Act 1
Published 01.10. 2012
Listen up soldiers, TROOPS, because I only tell you my truth once. Today I am going to teach you how to think with b0th hands!
Left hand? Right?
Soldier said? Left-right-left?
I am Daniel Shadow Loveless. Ambidextrous is my genius. I can move anything within my grasp, for power is in these broken hands to think before thought. Give a toss of a stone at us if fear you can overcome. I reach and try but fail to catch stone with right hand. However, I deflect stone. You test my ambidexterity and I will fail your test...
Listen up soldiers, TROOPS, because I only tell you my truth once. Today I am going to teach you how to think with b0th hands!
Left hand? Right?
Soldier said? Left-right-left?
I am Daniel Shadow Loveless. Ambidextrous is my genius. I can move anything within my grasp, for power is in these broken hands to think before thought. Give a toss of a stone at us if fear you can overcome. I reach and try but fail to catch stone with right hand. However, I deflect stone. You test my ambidexterity and I will fail your test...
810 reads
12 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Jul 2016 3:16am
23rd Jul 2016 3:16am
Planary Age of the Dinosaur
Hey, how is everyone? What goes on in your crazy life? What are you feeling? Are you losing your shit or holding it together? What are you learning? What are you into? What are you becoming?
So I’ve been taking things in by my particular approximation of senses, thinking things over.
It's good to be here with you again. It is good to share in this shadow of your happenings and interests. I look at things you post or send me. I enjoy them and you. I have no complaints.
We had a nice sit the other night in class, discussed mindfulness, present moment...
So I’ve been taking things in by my particular approximation of senses, thinking things over.
It's good to be here with you again. It is good to share in this shadow of your happenings and interests. I look at things you post or send me. I enjoy them and you. I have no complaints.
We had a nice sit the other night in class, discussed mindfulness, present moment...
1083 reads
14 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th May 2016 8:11pm
7th May 2016 8:11pm
I, Cicero
10/26/14 - 4:45am
I go to an old haunt, gone gloom still and shadow quiet by the hard amber light of intervening years. Ghosts of remembered motion flit to and fro, given strength of purpose by reflection. There I stood idly, or stepped with care, mindful of all that once lived in this transient place, unwilling to move those sullen spirits from slumber.
Gone for so long, my return would likely be met with a mixture of colors, of myself, projected upon surfaces. Bitterness, relief, amazement at all that had changed, amusement at what had not. Yellow, blue, green and...
I go to an old haunt, gone gloom still and shadow quiet by the hard amber light of intervening years. Ghosts of remembered motion flit to and fro, given strength of purpose by reflection. There I stood idly, or stepped with care, mindful of all that once lived in this transient place, unwilling to move those sullen spirits from slumber.
Gone for so long, my return would likely be met with a mixture of colors, of myself, projected upon surfaces. Bitterness, relief, amazement at all that had changed, amusement at what had not. Yellow, blue, green and...
1125 reads
12 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Apr 2016 8:47am
20th Apr 2016 8:47am
Lessons I Learned On The Road
Hotel rooms are sad places. A facsimile of someplace familiar. A lie. As a child, I lived in a lot of hotels rooms between the ages of 7 and 9. Back and forth, up and down the east coast, from Florida to New York. My father was often evading prosecution for sticking a knife in someone or other that had said or done something that ruffled his feathers. Dear old dad.
As a child, I loved staying in hotels. Every new room was a new adventure. A stranger's bed. A stranger's empty dressers and night stands. A curiously placed bible everywhere you go, almost without fail. Soda machines and...
As a child, I loved staying in hotels. Every new room was a new adventure. A stranger's bed. A stranger's empty dressers and night stands. A curiously placed bible everywhere you go, almost without fail. Soda machines and...
1406 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2016 9:10am
19th Apr 2016 9:10am
Egocentric
December 8th, 2010
10 minutes after 11 in the evening.
I feel her coming. I know when she is imminent. I can hear the footfalls, as she steps away from the pavement. I can smell her, wanting me, it’s on the very scent of her. I had learned, in recent years, if you can become the man she longs for, she is your creature.
I open the door just as her fist comes down, the awkward lack of connection throwing her off balance. I pull her inside, against me. Yes, this is what you came for. Not a word, for this creature, is my creature. Mine to command.
..
...
10 minutes after 11 in the evening.
I feel her coming. I know when she is imminent. I can hear the footfalls, as she steps away from the pavement. I can smell her, wanting me, it’s on the very scent of her. I had learned, in recent years, if you can become the man she longs for, she is your creature.
I open the door just as her fist comes down, the awkward lack of connection throwing her off balance. I pull her inside, against me. Yes, this is what you came for. Not a word, for this creature, is my creature. Mine to command.
..
...
955 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2016 10:06am
12th Apr 2016 10:06am
God's Boredom
1221 reads
4 Comments
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