Submissions by DarcAnGeL (Araweelo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2012 11:36pm
12th May 2012 11:36pm
Purple Roses on Pills
a speck
in the dull uniform fields
of lavenders swaying
in the summer breeze
a Salt-Rose
stands alone
to the trained myopic eye,
is just another wildling
to be plucked
by healing shears
molded normal
institutionalized
to society’s ease
'blessed them angels'
never to be lavenders
forever graced
to be ...
in the dull uniform fields
of lavenders swaying
in the summer breeze
a Salt-Rose
stands alone
to the trained myopic eye,
is just another wildling
to be plucked
by healing shears
molded normal
institutionalized
to society’s ease
'blessed them angels'
never to be lavenders
forever graced
to be ...
622 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2012 10:35pm
11th Mar 2012 10:35pm
Seesaw Palace
I'm tired of playing,
yet home is no option
neither is it a lever
to reach for the skies from
Smooth grains of sand
tickle toes that are
constantly curled
braced
against the sharp jabs of glass
hidden under the good bouts
Others come to play
in this playground
some come to prey
few come to watch over
and guard
like time washed statues
once staunch warriors
now decaying...
yet home is no option
neither is it a lever
to reach for the skies from
Smooth grains of sand
tickle toes that are
constantly curled
braced
against the sharp jabs of glass
hidden under the good bouts
Others come to play
in this playground
some come to prey
few come to watch over
and guard
like time washed statues
once staunch warriors
now decaying...
689 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 3:46am
2nd Mar 2012 3:46am
The Living Club: Membership
I know that we all
take turns
swimming
in the cesspool
(some even dive ultra deep)
But at times
I wonder
what if
I just
cancelled...
Will I drown
in the refund?
take turns
swimming
in the cesspool
(some even dive ultra deep)
But at times
I wonder
what if
I just
cancelled...
Will I drown
in the refund?
656 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2012 00:40am
28th Feb 2012 00:40am
Morning After
White virgin drapes sparkle
caressed by golden rays
rejuvenescent acres stretch
poised...waiting
to be ravished by time's
mortal prints
Lush wombs underneath
green with promise
ready
to spring forth their
young
Maiden grows to mother
when winter breaks up
with earth
yet again
caressed by golden rays
rejuvenescent acres stretch
poised...waiting
to be ravished by time's
mortal prints
Lush wombs underneath
green with promise
ready
to spring forth their
young
Maiden grows to mother
when winter breaks up
with earth
yet again
648 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Feb 2012 2:34am
24th Feb 2012 2:34am
~ Araweelo ~
She cherry picked men's balls in scores
then flung those who lived over great walls
their screams sometimes carried by shrill winds of the fall
loyal fierce warriors unflinching, stand guard
their long slender necks adorned by the 'gems' of their foes
thus cautioned the tales told by elderly frail bards
She was a man hater, a she-devil, they'd sung
a man's worst nightmare in the land of punt
but if you listen more closely to the muted notes
her shimmering soul peeks through...
then flung those who lived over great walls
their screams sometimes carried by shrill winds of the fall
loyal fierce warriors unflinching, stand guard
their long slender necks adorned by the 'gems' of their foes
thus cautioned the tales told by elderly frail bards
She was a man hater, a she-devil, they'd sung
a man's worst nightmare in the land of punt
but if you listen more closely to the muted notes
her shimmering soul peeks through...
1581 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Feb 2012 5:31am
15th Feb 2012 5:31am
Bengal Shore
anklets and bangles
jingle intimately
to the cue of pulses
in carnal serenades
the stars gaze softly
with their silvery lashes
as soft gentle breaths
lave under an aging moon's
tired blase rays.
jingle intimately
to the cue of pulses
in carnal serenades
the stars gaze softly
with their silvery lashes
as soft gentle breaths
lave under an aging moon's
tired blase rays.
723 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2012 11:45pm
3rd Feb 2012 11:45pm
Letters from a Suicidal Valentine
I
I pawned the echoes of your words
for a few ounces of resolve
too drained am I to even buy
with this loose change
you've left behind
a decent piece of rope!
II
Your amorous fare
has cut me deep
my wounds still weep
warm scarlet tears
that trace your name across my wrists
no razor's been this sharp!
III
A distant memory floats in mind
of lovely picnics near river banks
exchanging vows of eternal bonds
...
I pawned the echoes of your words
for a few ounces of resolve
too drained am I to even buy
with this loose change
you've left behind
a decent piece of rope!
II
Your amorous fare
has cut me deep
my wounds still weep
warm scarlet tears
that trace your name across my wrists
no razor's been this sharp!
III
A distant memory floats in mind
of lovely picnics near river banks
exchanging vows of eternal bonds
...
683 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2012 3:19am
12th Jan 2012 3:19am
Broken Beach
these silken strings
have been stretched t a u t
cleaved into
a bungee cord
dipping me into abysmal pleasures
only to pull me
back
with sibilant force
leaving infinitesimal pieces of me
on each ride
for the tides to purge
onto shore
these grains of sand you walk on
shards of broken hearts
same shades, same color
of your infidelity
drunken ‘mistakes’
swept forth
tear
by
tear
to fill the sea
your bare toes leave their mark on this beach
jubilant, basking in the...
have been stretched t a u t
cleaved into
a bungee cord
dipping me into abysmal pleasures
only to pull me
back
with sibilant force
leaving infinitesimal pieces of me
on each ride
for the tides to purge
onto shore
these grains of sand you walk on
shards of broken hearts
same shades, same color
of your infidelity
drunken ‘mistakes’
swept forth
tear
by
tear
to fill the sea
your bare toes leave their mark on this beach
jubilant, basking in the...
772 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Jan 2012 11:23pm
7th Jan 2012 11:23pm
Dad the Warrior
march 15th was a terrible day
to wake up on
with a headache..
mom called again
second time in eight hours
(that can't be good)
with this headache
your dad's biopsy results are back
he's gone to work now
i thought you should know
before he calls tonight
it is…. cancer
i can’t remember the rest
maybe a few sobs
from her end
probably responded
with the required
comforting words
in autonomic mumbles
it’s all a blur
gone off to work!
on a day like this
that's...
to wake up on
with a headache..
mom called again
second time in eight hours
(that can't be good)
with this headache
your dad's biopsy results are back
he's gone to work now
i thought you should know
before he calls tonight
it is…. cancer
i can’t remember the rest
maybe a few sobs
from her end
probably responded
with the required
comforting words
in autonomic mumbles
it’s all a blur
gone off to work!
on a day like this
that's...
755 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2011 9:15am
31st Dec 2011 9:15am
Mea Culpa
i peeled the sun in you
you left me -
with burnt fingertips
and a scorched ego
you left me -
with burnt fingertips
and a scorched ego
669 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2011 1:48am
31st Dec 2011 1:48am
Sultanic Nights
Kohl rimmed eyes
that rival al-Maha’s
peek shyly, cautiously
from underneath her veil.
a hint of Musk floats
in the path behind her
for eager nostrils
to pick up the trail.
the dance of her waist
sings lazy waves
of a subtle rhythm
in tune to her pace.
no encrusted jewels or
oil dipped gifts
could distract her will
or appeal to her gaze.
her heart long lost
in an elfin gamble
to a salacious stallion
an Arabian prince.
sand dunes of the desert
lay warm and waiting
to engulf hearts...
that rival al-Maha’s
peek shyly, cautiously
from underneath her veil.
a hint of Musk floats
in the path behind her
for eager nostrils
to pick up the trail.
the dance of her waist
sings lazy waves
of a subtle rhythm
in tune to her pace.
no encrusted jewels or
oil dipped gifts
could distract her will
or appeal to her gaze.
her heart long lost
in an elfin gamble
to a salacious stallion
an Arabian prince.
sand dunes of the desert
lay warm and waiting
to engulf hearts...
735 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Dec 2011 00:39am
29th Dec 2011 00:39am
I Wish I Was a Butterfly (for I Wish I Was Comp)
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
i wish i was a butterfly
from one of Keats' favorite lines
bright colors catch my lover's eye
my wings' flutters mimic my heart
a short sweet life i would lead
a fortnight worth of living free
gliding softly where kind winds lead
and rest on petals of the softest weave
no rain...
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne
i wish i was a butterfly
from one of Keats' favorite lines
bright colors catch my lover's eye
my wings' flutters mimic my heart
a short sweet life i would lead
a fortnight worth of living free
gliding softly where kind winds lead
and rest on petals of the softest weave
no rain...
749 reads
2 Comments
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