Submissions by DarcAnGeL (Araweelo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2019 10:36pm
27th Oct 2019 10:36pm
Odyssey of a Nomadess
And where is home for you?" You said
"Home? 10 miles from here"
"No, I mean where are you from? Your folks from?"
I swear I've been through this dejavu,
my skin tones too vague for a continent.
my headscarf, not a turban, signals a turbid GPS.
you throw random cities into the air
like arrows, aimed to slice my heritage.
instead, each one just leaves a temporary mark
that heals in time for my next reluctant life trek.
no sense of belonging,
my mouth, empty of words, ...
"Home? 10 miles from here"
"No, I mean where are you from? Your folks from?"
I swear I've been through this dejavu,
my skin tones too vague for a continent.
my headscarf, not a turban, signals a turbid GPS.
you throw random cities into the air
like arrows, aimed to slice my heritage.
instead, each one just leaves a temporary mark
that heals in time for my next reluctant life trek.
no sense of belonging,
my mouth, empty of words, ...
#relationships
#home
#travel #identity
#travel #identity
504 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2015 5:19am
19th May 2015 5:19am
Monday Blues in the Subway
I sense pieces of you in others' eyes
wide, soft and unforgiving
my pulse yearns for your voice
caressing my ears down to my heels
warmth seeping in.
I wear the seasons' gifts on my face,
fine lines cross mounds and valleys
slowly mapped on my chest,
waist, and thighs
down to my uneven feet.
I cracked my ribs for you
You've snatched my heart,
I still feel my pulse race between your knuckles
crimson stains dance to the beat
sinking between the ridges on your skin.
I still taste familiar scents in your...
wide, soft and unforgiving
my pulse yearns for your voice
caressing my ears down to my heels
warmth seeping in.
I wear the seasons' gifts on my face,
fine lines cross mounds and valleys
slowly mapped on my chest,
waist, and thighs
down to my uneven feet.
I cracked my ribs for you
You've snatched my heart,
I still feel my pulse race between your knuckles
crimson stains dance to the beat
sinking between the ridges on your skin.
I still taste familiar scents in your...
773 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Oct 2014 3:18am
19th Oct 2014 3:18am
Vigilantes Don't Speak
#sadness
696 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Oct 2014 3:46am
10th Oct 2014 3:46am
'Mornin
I look at your resting lids
long lashes splayed underneath
trace resolved fingertips
along the curves of your lips
lids flutter. Your
bold piercing eyes
still softened by sleep
Coffee?
you reach..
It's time to set him free.
long lashes splayed underneath
trace resolved fingertips
along the curves of your lips
lids flutter. Your
bold piercing eyes
still softened by sleep
Coffee?
you reach..
It's time to set him free.
671 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2013 3:37am
30th Dec 2013 3:37am
Where Heaven Fades and Hell's Flares Still
Heaven lurks in the corner of a sleeping child's smile
a mother, feeling her baby kick for the very first time
a father, given a hero's welcome home by an adoring child
a grandfather's wise words, secret treats whenever he's around
a grandmother's wild stories
fact and fiction, tightly entwined
a slurring pulse, drunken on waves of fingertips
still dancing to the tunes of an ever-after-life
I love you. I love you. I love you.
thrives in heaven and
fuels hell's waves in...
a mother, feeling her baby kick for the very first time
a father, given a hero's welcome home by an adoring child
a grandfather's wise words, secret treats whenever he's around
a grandmother's wild stories
fact and fiction, tightly entwined
a slurring pulse, drunken on waves of fingertips
still dancing to the tunes of an ever-after-life
I love you. I love you. I love you.
thrives in heaven and
fuels hell's waves in...
705 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2013 4:35am
8th Oct 2013 4:35am
Ghouta Blues
Fall's canvas graces the air
as orange spices tease our tongues
cocooning skin against the chilly tunes
of the season's winds.
even the trees shed their summer's sins
while ours lay hidden
under layers of warm thoughts
and denial mittens
singing empty promises
to the tombs of the forgotten.
far away,
seep the aromas of Hades' tokens
flinging pieces of the sun against the heads of children
hopes set aflame faster than an arsonist's playpen.
they,
...
as orange spices tease our tongues
cocooning skin against the chilly tunes
of the season's winds.
even the trees shed their summer's sins
while ours lay hidden
under layers of warm thoughts
and denial mittens
singing empty promises
to the tombs of the forgotten.
far away,
seep the aromas of Hades' tokens
flinging pieces of the sun against the heads of children
hopes set aflame faster than an arsonist's playpen.
they,
...
845 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2013 4:29am
6th Sep 2013 4:29am
That's All
i packed my heart long ago
in a sealed case of indifference
no longer beating to the pulse of words
flowing through reticent hard lips
carnal suasion of interrupted breaths, whisper
midst velvet strokes of quixotic pledges
this lyrical duress undoes my fort
heartbeats morph into submissive urges
like snowflakes floating in a race to the floor
your sweet nothings pile up to enclose it
my fingers can't shovel off your warmth anymore
than my pulse can stop racing, your eyes beckon
kiss me in raindrops that quench deserts...
in a sealed case of indifference
no longer beating to the pulse of words
flowing through reticent hard lips
carnal suasion of interrupted breaths, whisper
midst velvet strokes of quixotic pledges
this lyrical duress undoes my fort
heartbeats morph into submissive urges
like snowflakes floating in a race to the floor
your sweet nothings pile up to enclose it
my fingers can't shovel off your warmth anymore
than my pulse can stop racing, your eyes beckon
kiss me in raindrops that quench deserts...
746 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Dec 2012 3:57am
12th Dec 2012 3:57am
End of Games (for end of the world comp.)
bloody sheared feathers float in the air
aftermath of heads exploding
shredded pillowcases and soft fillings linger
over human stains
the first victims. scapegoats?
once,
proud inhabitants of
penthouses and top floors
on exclusive steel and glass
deathtraps
formerly known as skyscrapers.
now,
recycled by nature into
cracked bones and flesh
left in makeshift pressure pots.
the force of corked remains mixed with panicked souls
...
aftermath of heads exploding
shredded pillowcases and soft fillings linger
over human stains
the first victims. scapegoats?
once,
proud inhabitants of
penthouses and top floors
on exclusive steel and glass
deathtraps
formerly known as skyscrapers.
now,
recycled by nature into
cracked bones and flesh
left in makeshift pressure pots.
the force of corked remains mixed with panicked souls
...
678 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 2:08am
27th Nov 2012 2:08am
Chatteled Concubine
you bought the inside of me
with words of silk
smooth,
luscious
on skin and heart.
verses on rose petals
with scented ink
float under dew drops
veined with tattoos
of servile art.
woven between the lines
you softly imprint
into my senses
through these leaves
you've grown and carved.
the curves of my name
molded by your quill
tickle my head
my will laves, under your spell
your sweet command.
i smell your passion
see your smile
taste your tears...
with words of silk
smooth,
luscious
on skin and heart.
verses on rose petals
with scented ink
float under dew drops
veined with tattoos
of servile art.
woven between the lines
you softly imprint
into my senses
through these leaves
you've grown and carved.
the curves of my name
molded by your quill
tickle my head
my will laves, under your spell
your sweet command.
i smell your passion
see your smile
taste your tears...
909 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 6:00am
30th Aug 2012 6:00am
amor e morte
the dead
won't come back home.
Our bedroom is quiet now
the jingling keys still echo behind you
doors, once wide open
now try to seal what's left inside.
This aftermath
long long overdue
our tab on love, closed tonight
and every other night
after the one thousand and one we shared
the eclipse has ended
and finally released the light.
Walls stand empty now
longing for memories' caresses
warm whispers of sated breaths
...
won't come back home.
Our bedroom is quiet now
the jingling keys still echo behind you
doors, once wide open
now try to seal what's left inside.
This aftermath
long long overdue
our tab on love, closed tonight
and every other night
after the one thousand and one we shared
the eclipse has ended
and finally released the light.
Walls stand empty now
longing for memories' caresses
warm whispers of sated breaths
...
698 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2012 5:08am
10th Jul 2012 5:08am
Nu (for Ancient Egyptian Mythology Comp)
sacred stream
dark nurturer of
chaos
source of all life
my life
my Atum
as you stroke my heart
through the scarabs of your eyes
kneeling,
we become our own
deities
dark nurturer of
chaos
source of all life
my life
my Atum
as you stroke my heart
through the scarabs of your eyes
kneeling,
we become our own
deities
619 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 2:45am
22nd Jun 2012 2:45am
God's Anthem
The night buries it's stars
under the drapes of dawn light
lulled to sleep by little surges
of bird-songs
God's anthem
at dusk, they will meet again
Pulses of immolated consciences stir
beneath the clogging city streets
they all have places to go
dreams to chase
hearts to break
some may make it
others will fall short
but we still do it all over again
When the stars are buried once more
under the drapes of dawn light
and traffic drowns out
the chirps of morn
we flutter our eyes
and...
under the drapes of dawn light
lulled to sleep by little surges
of bird-songs
God's anthem
at dusk, they will meet again
Pulses of immolated consciences stir
beneath the clogging city streets
they all have places to go
dreams to chase
hearts to break
some may make it
others will fall short
but we still do it all over again
When the stars are buried once more
under the drapes of dawn light
and traffic drowns out
the chirps of morn
we flutter our eyes
and...
760 reads
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