Submissions by DecayingRadiance
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi! My name is Juliet Evans. I have been writing stories and poetry for years and am working on getting published. I welcome and encourage any comments, advice or ideas any readers have for me and I'm also be more than happy to give it out as well!
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2013 11:52pm
10th Sep 2013 11:52pm
The Beauty and Purpose of a Storm (Credo 1)
The Beauty and Purpose of a Storm- September 6, 2013
(Credo 1)
I believe in the purpose of a storm,
That there is reason for darkened clouds and heavy hearts,
The wind can be cold, ensnaring me in ice
And the weight of a thousand raindrops will drag me down,
Lightning and thunder can shatter my world
And though I may feel I am drowning…
I believe that overcoming the storm is important
In order to grow stronger, to learn
It is not optional; I must persevere through the darkness,
I believe that once the clouds clear away,
the sun will...
(Credo 1)
I believe in the purpose of a storm,
That there is reason for darkened clouds and heavy hearts,
The wind can be cold, ensnaring me in ice
And the weight of a thousand raindrops will drag me down,
Lightning and thunder can shatter my world
And though I may feel I am drowning…
I believe that overcoming the storm is important
In order to grow stronger, to learn
It is not optional; I must persevere through the darkness,
I believe that once the clouds clear away,
the sun will...
410 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 9:24pm
8th Sep 2013 9:24pm
Red Satin- Pt. 3- The Artist
Red Satin
Pt 3- The Artist- September 7, 2013
The effect is a divine and stinging rush,
I drink it in, cherishing the taste,
Cinnamon and copper, so addictive
A curious little sensation, beautiful,
So morbid and comforting
Obsession, habit and dark inspiration stirrs
And I embrace my silver scalpel
I am the artist, sculpting my inner torment
To beautiful crimson perfection
All of it races hot from my veins,
Escaping down my ivory canvas as the
Tangled strings of my mania unravel,
and I am enveloped in the rapture
of sweet,...
Pt 3- The Artist- September 7, 2013
The effect is a divine and stinging rush,
I drink it in, cherishing the taste,
Cinnamon and copper, so addictive
A curious little sensation, beautiful,
So morbid and comforting
Obsession, habit and dark inspiration stirrs
And I embrace my silver scalpel
I am the artist, sculpting my inner torment
To beautiful crimson perfection
All of it races hot from my veins,
Escaping down my ivory canvas as the
Tangled strings of my mania unravel,
and I am enveloped in the rapture
of sweet,...
493 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 3:56am
8th Sep 2013 3:56am
Red Satin- Pt. 2- Silver Salvation
Red Satin
Pt 2- Silver Salvation- September 7, 2013
Breaking through the icy surface,
My indigo prison is tucked below,
Stowed away and out of sight
Instead I am bathed in a scarlet sunset,
The whispers reach me again, calling,
And once more, like many times before
I go in search of my shining salvation
I find it and tiptoe delicately across the
Thin, sharp edges of my silver, shining playground,
Impulse takes hold of me, allowing
Myself to gladly slip on each and every edge...
Pt 2- Silver Salvation- September 7, 2013
Breaking through the icy surface,
My indigo prison is tucked below,
Stowed away and out of sight
Instead I am bathed in a scarlet sunset,
The whispers reach me again, calling,
And once more, like many times before
I go in search of my shining salvation
I find it and tiptoe delicately across the
Thin, sharp edges of my silver, shining playground,
Impulse takes hold of me, allowing
Myself to gladly slip on each and every edge...
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Sep 2013 3:53am
8th Sep 2013 3:53am
Red Satin- Pt 1. Murky Indigo
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Pt 1- Murky Indigo- September 7, 2013
Sunk deep into the darkness of murky blue,
I am encased in searing ice.
My heart anchors me down, filled with sorrow and lead
Then, infringing on my deep blue prison,
A visitor emerges, unseen and haunting
So haunting and familiar, it lures me,
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
They seem to melt the ice within me
And i follow the whispers up, up, up, slowly to the surface...[/font]
Pt 1- Murky Indigo- September 7, 2013
Sunk deep into the darkness of murky blue,
I am encased in searing ice.
My heart anchors me down, filled with sorrow and lead
Then, infringing on my deep blue prison,
A visitor emerges, unseen and haunting
So haunting and familiar, it lures me,
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
They seem to melt the ice within me
And i follow the whispers up, up, up, slowly to the surface...[/font]
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jul 2013 2:25am
17th Jul 2013 2:25am
Rotting Prison
The world is black and white,
a shadow lost in endless mist
silence screams in the hearts
of those who drown in noise
sunlight burns our skin
like flames burn away at paper
black rain seeps from the sky
as blood seeps from a wound
drowning us in darkness
seconds slip away into oblivion
and Death stalks closer, waiting
winters chill fills the air
but the earth is without a season
bleak, empty, desolate
devoid of life and meaning
the world is a rotting prison
(July 11th, 2013)
a shadow lost in endless mist
silence screams in the hearts
of those who drown in noise
sunlight burns our skin
like flames burn away at paper
black rain seeps from the sky
as blood seeps from a wound
drowning us in darkness
seconds slip away into oblivion
and Death stalks closer, waiting
winters chill fills the air
but the earth is without a season
bleak, empty, desolate
devoid of life and meaning
the world is a rotting prison
(July 11th, 2013)
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Jun 2013 5:00pm
20th Jun 2013 5:00pm
Darkness Sleeps
Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps
(December 3, 2012)
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps
(December 3, 2012)
481 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 6:00pm
19th Jun 2013 6:00pm
Withering Seasons
The sun kissed glow of summer
Slowly melts away like plastic
In blazing fire
And autumns rotting beauty
encroaches
Holding dismal promise
Of nothing but desolate, cold
silence
That will surely come with
Winters stinging sweet kiss
Devoid of life and colour
The seasons wither away
As the Reaper's shadow
Sweeps across the land
(February 4, 2013)
Slowly melts away like plastic
In blazing fire
And autumns rotting beauty
encroaches
Holding dismal promise
Of nothing but desolate, cold
silence
That will surely come with
Winters stinging sweet kiss
Devoid of life and colour
The seasons wither away
As the Reaper's shadow
Sweeps across the land
(February 4, 2013)
613 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 5:52pm
19th Jun 2013 5:52pm
Sea of Dreams
She drifted on black starlit glass
beneath the full moon bright
captivated by the beauty of
the tranquil, lovely light
floating on the gentle waves
the stars kissed her goodnight
and rocked into her deepest dreams
she floated out of sight
(January 6, 2013)
beneath the full moon bright
captivated by the beauty of
the tranquil, lovely light
floating on the gentle waves
the stars kissed her goodnight
and rocked into her deepest dreams
she floated out of sight
(January 6, 2013)
535 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jun 2013 5:50pm
18th Jun 2013 5:50pm
Josephine
Near a silent riverbank
where lilies scent the air
under a blackened willow tree
sweet Josephine rests there
kept in eternal slumber
her rotting bones left bare
and I left longing to hold her close
my heart in disrepair
(June 18, 2013)
where lilies scent the air
under a blackened willow tree
sweet Josephine rests there
kept in eternal slumber
her rotting bones left bare
and I left longing to hold her close
my heart in disrepair
(June 18, 2013)
543 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 10:10pm
14th Jun 2013 10:10pm
For Lillian
Hidden from the light of stars
there sleeps my darling dead
and every passing day without her
fills my heart with dread
her captivating hazel eyes
they used to shine so bright
I'd give the world to gaze in them
as I fall asleep tonight
but she's a corpse without a grave
and I a broken soul
I was bound to her and her to me
together, we were whole
now she's the sun and I the moon
together we'll never be
for my darling Lillian
sleeps beneath the sea
(May 9, 2013)
there sleeps my darling dead
and every passing day without her
fills my heart with dread
her captivating hazel eyes
they used to shine so bright
I'd give the world to gaze in them
as I fall asleep tonight
but she's a corpse without a grave
and I a broken soul
I was bound to her and her to me
together, we were whole
now she's the sun and I the moon
together we'll never be
for my darling Lillian
sleeps beneath the sea
(May 9, 2013)
493 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 10:04pm
14th Jun 2013 10:04pm
Rose Red
Rose, rose my sweet rose red
doth thou see thy fate ahead?
The heavens cry dark arsenic rains
poisoning thy fragile veins
Rose, rose, my sweet rose pale
the liquid death hath left thou frail
weak and withered, spirit worn
with stems turned black and petals torn...
(June 11, 2013)
doth thou see thy fate ahead?
The heavens cry dark arsenic rains
poisoning thy fragile veins
Rose, rose, my sweet rose pale
the liquid death hath left thou frail
weak and withered, spirit worn
with stems turned black and petals torn...
(June 11, 2013)
553 reads
6 Comments
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