Submissions by DecipherMe
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love to write poetry more than anything in the world. I even break my heart at times to see what words I can generate. I want to inspire deeper feelings. I write religious topics and pagan mythology along with violent happiness and depressed titillation
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2014 5:26am
24th Sep 2014 5:26am
A Vulnerable World
Have you ever died general?
Do you know the intense sting before death
—a bullet penetrating your chest as fluidly as a river breaking into your meaty dam?
Better yet lets call it salt water
because blood is always mixed with sweat and tears before death—
the effort in hanging on,
the memories of the ones you love.
“No.”
Have you ever known a soldier to die that you didn’t want back?
“No,” he says.
Atomic bombs, hydrogen bombs—a blasphemy to the tiny building blocks of life!
How is it that what...
Do you know the intense sting before death
—a bullet penetrating your chest as fluidly as a river breaking into your meaty dam?
Better yet lets call it salt water
because blood is always mixed with sweat and tears before death—
the effort in hanging on,
the memories of the ones you love.
“No.”
Have you ever known a soldier to die that you didn’t want back?
“No,” he says.
Atomic bombs, hydrogen bombs—a blasphemy to the tiny building blocks of life!
How is it that what...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2014 10:39pm
22nd Sep 2014 10:39pm
Drawing an Erotic Picture
Control yourself higher brain of man. Show how woman is beautiful.
A naked Tantric hologram is burned into the imagination of my innocent mind,
and it is nonetheless innocent
you know
because you’ve seen the good things it’s caused me to do
when my eyes have absorbed the light reflecting from a shameless frame.
There the complete and dual cultured feminine chest bears heavily down into a man’s lustful passion.
Voluptuous loving open hips are so apt to carry the weight of a man’s hormonal...
A naked Tantric hologram is burned into the imagination of my innocent mind,
and it is nonetheless innocent
you know
because you’ve seen the good things it’s caused me to do
when my eyes have absorbed the light reflecting from a shameless frame.
There the complete and dual cultured feminine chest bears heavily down into a man’s lustful passion.
Voluptuous loving open hips are so apt to carry the weight of a man’s hormonal...
1117 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2014 6:44am
22nd Sep 2014 6:44am
Morena: A Letter to One Like the Roman Goddess, Psyche
Right there, pretty feminine soul, like young Princess Psyche why do you hide away?
Do you know that there are a thousand men that praise you
and that Cupid comes another day?
“Stay still, Morena
(this news I have been guided to give to you, the words of an honest man)."
You seek a good heart in the dark world
when you can only know what is good in the light.
He writes,
“Is it true
that all in this world for you
is a horribly rotten dragon of a man?
The tale’s worn page is turned to...
Do you know that there are a thousand men that praise you
and that Cupid comes another day?
“Stay still, Morena
(this news I have been guided to give to you, the words of an honest man)."
You seek a good heart in the dark world
when you can only know what is good in the light.
He writes,
“Is it true
that all in this world for you
is a horribly rotten dragon of a man?
The tale’s worn page is turned to...
1052 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Sep 2014 5:59am
19th Sep 2014 5:59am
A Journey into the Depths of Human Pain
We say that we know sufferings,
that we can empathize with the farthest extents of human pain,
but we lie.
If you can read this message, then you are affluent,
and a sadder person lies beneath you.
Are you dead my brother?
Are you dead my sister?
Are you dead my mother and father?
My child?
Does your mind's body wreath with troubles through the night
as you feel the darkness take you for its aliment?
When you close your eyes, do you pray to drift off...
that we can empathize with the farthest extents of human pain,
but we lie.
If you can read this message, then you are affluent,
and a sadder person lies beneath you.
Are you dead my brother?
Are you dead my sister?
Are you dead my mother and father?
My child?
Does your mind's body wreath with troubles through the night
as you feel the darkness take you for its aliment?
When you close your eyes, do you pray to drift off...
960 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Sep 2014 9:34am
18th Sep 2014 9:34am
Mujer Buscada: Un Cuento de Fantasía
Por ser un hombre de valor,” me acuerdo de la boca suave de la sirena,
“yo te doy el cavo cariñoso,
el hogar privado de los príncipes y las hadas.
Solo síguete como ahora ya eres
y este cavo se llenará del olor de tu amor romántico
como la caverna en la profundad que
se llena del mar cristalino.
Solo sigue maravillándome con tu lindo corazón.”
Y así me dijo ella y se desapareció en el agua de bahía.
Ligeramente se unió con la fantasía eternal,
su piel bebiendo la espuma blanca,
cuando su identidad...
“yo te doy el cavo cariñoso,
el hogar privado de los príncipes y las hadas.
Solo síguete como ahora ya eres
y este cavo se llenará del olor de tu amor romántico
como la caverna en la profundad que
se llena del mar cristalino.
Solo sigue maravillándome con tu lindo corazón.”
Y así me dijo ella y se desapareció en el agua de bahía.
Ligeramente se unió con la fantasía eternal,
su piel bebiendo la espuma blanca,
cuando su identidad...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2014 8:45pm
16th Sep 2014 8:45pm
When Separate, They are Truths Unto Themselves, Yet When They are Side by Side..
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” We begin to hope for a thing after we have set our beliefs in it, and so in it we thrust our determination. We hope for a thing to be true, but we accept it as true first. This determination and hope for a thing does not emerge before one has already come to believe in it. This is why research will never be bias-less and without subjectivity, because to try to prove a hypothesis already entails one’s even slightest belief in it. The scientific theories and religious happenings are already held as true by their...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2014 7:43am
16th Sep 2014 7:43am
Cosmic Tears
Space is black, but it contains all the cosmic rays.
Oxygen is absent in its largest extent, but oxygen is part of its being.
Somewhere, oh Universe, you cry for the stardust that rests on Earth
in the form of the depleted and depreciated human soul.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
the darkness burns deep in the fearful thighs
that run from fate
and into a state
of servitude to the feelings that they create.
And the Universe is crying.
The nebula drips like a heavenly tear
for me and for you.
Atoms are universes of their...
Oxygen is absent in its largest extent, but oxygen is part of its being.
Somewhere, oh Universe, you cry for the stardust that rests on Earth
in the form of the depleted and depreciated human soul.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
the darkness burns deep in the fearful thighs
that run from fate
and into a state
of servitude to the feelings that they create.
And the Universe is crying.
The nebula drips like a heavenly tear
for me and for you.
Atoms are universes of their...
778 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Sep 2014 5:19am
16th Sep 2014 5:19am
Desire, Self-Doubt, and Genetic Capability
There is a checks and balances acted out between the ambitions of a person, his/her doubts, and his/her biological capabilities in order to give him/her success and limit his/her overall long-term discontentment. A person has ambitions, wild and sudden. He cannot have peace until he settles them. When his capabilities are not in line with his goal, he fails and fails until he is deterred finally forever from desiring to accomplish that thing. His increased doubt in self concerning that task forces him to resolve to dispose of that ambition for his own sake. Then, it builds itself high and...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Sep 2014 10:50pm
15th Sep 2014 10:50pm
Sexual Objectivity and Subjectivity
In man and woman romantic relationships, is objectivity an evil? If so, so could be complete subjectivity that is without initiative, thought, and strategy for seeking another’s pleasure. If subjectively motivated, objective processes could greater fulfill the subjective being. To see a body as the pieces of that body that can lead to another’s satisfaction and contentment can be a blessing. The curse is to not see the person within the body as the ultimate destination or to seek only one’s own satisfaction or to snatch another’s body away from him/her and make a separation of initiatives,...
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STORY POEM
Published
15th Sep 2014 4:59am
15th Sep 2014 4:59am
History of My Sexuality
This is a story that I will tell,
and I hope to be unashamed.
When I was born and came from woman, I burst the dam and emerged like a river.
I was never breastfed, and I sincerely regret it
whenever I think of thick young milk and passively gaining immunities,
but hunger is abstract and detached now that I have achieved my years.
From blossomed women, I seem to desire that which I never received.
An old memory of mine:
I saw a woman’s firm naked backside
devote to itself the entire...
and I hope to be unashamed.
When I was born and came from woman, I burst the dam and emerged like a river.
I was never breastfed, and I sincerely regret it
whenever I think of thick young milk and passively gaining immunities,
but hunger is abstract and detached now that I have achieved my years.
From blossomed women, I seem to desire that which I never received.
An old memory of mine:
I saw a woman’s firm naked backside
devote to itself the entire...
873 reads
2 Comments
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