Submissions by Dragonyear
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am not a true student of the art forms I persue, I just bleed my emotions freely which constitutes as self-therapy. Through this process I achieve inner peace
DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2011 4:57pm
17th Mar 2011 4:57pm
Far Greater
My thoughts drift to you this evening
Along with them all that I am
The breeze chimes my sore heart with pain as it passes
Leaving the hollow of me in spritual wind
Drifting out the grey of my blue eyes
The astral aura searches as I am left drained
Of course...
Once again you will not be reached
The door is forever closed to me.
This love I have for only you
Far greater than my container
So I write...
Attempts to distribute the energy
The keys in my...
Along with them all that I am
The breeze chimes my sore heart with pain as it passes
Leaving the hollow of me in spritual wind
Drifting out the grey of my blue eyes
The astral aura searches as I am left drained
Of course...
Once again you will not be reached
The door is forever closed to me.
This love I have for only you
Far greater than my container
So I write...
Attempts to distribute the energy
The keys in my...
877 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
17th Mar 2011 3:57am
17th Mar 2011 3:57am
Wrath (Collaboration with Violet)
Adept of storm
Mercurial temperment
Adorned with spirit paint
She hears...
the taking name in vein
Eyes fierce,
The fools dare these
Blasphemouswords
They feel secure regard
Tender this cradle offable
Blister of illousion, punctured!
Quick-silver strike
Aegis flowing copious scarlet
Arrow-pouring stream
Monstrositiesof the hunt
Charge with ardent purpose
Emerging from netherworld
Huntress hath struck ...
Mercurial temperment
Adorned with spirit paint
She hears...
the taking name in vein
Eyes fierce,
The fools dare these
Blasphemouswords
They feel secure regard
Tender this cradle offable
Blister of illousion, punctured!
Quick-silver strike
Aegis flowing copious scarlet
Arrow-pouring stream
Monstrositiesof the hunt
Charge with ardent purpose
Emerging from netherworld
Huntress hath struck ...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Mar 2011 6:41am
16th Mar 2011 6:41am
Welcome To The Machine
New arrivals...
They enter anxious in distinct steps of uncertainty
Moving slow,
fear offeringdrag of submerged resistance
There is nothing quite like fresh blood to power theapparatusof a movement
Grind me a fleshy lullaby if you will
A veteran gazes upon the sight with sickly yellow sockets
Grotesque slimy tongue rainbows over dry cracked lips
Arrogance twistingthe top ofthemouth to a near cleft
Opposite schools of emotion quagulate thick in the air
One...
They enter anxious in distinct steps of uncertainty
Moving slow,
fear offeringdrag of submerged resistance
There is nothing quite like fresh blood to power theapparatusof a movement
Grind me a fleshy lullaby if you will
A veteran gazes upon the sight with sickly yellow sockets
Grotesque slimy tongue rainbows over dry cracked lips
Arrogance twistingthe top ofthemouth to a near cleft
Opposite schools of emotion quagulate thick in the air
One...
782 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2011 4:26pm
15th Mar 2011 4:26pm
Below the Surface
Inside the Sea of Okhotsk
Where everything moves with a peaceful grace
There is not a single tear drop to be found
For it is her very nature
To imbibe them within liquid soul
Fear has gently drifted away from extremities
The spirits of water try to send comfort
On breaking waves to the ones in need
Rains of sadness sweep along the shores
In the temple of the heart thirsty for solace
I no longer can feel removed from...
Where everything moves with a peaceful grace
There is not a single tear drop to be found
For it is her very nature
To imbibe them within liquid soul
Fear has gently drifted away from extremities
The spirits of water try to send comfort
On breaking waves to the ones in need
Rains of sadness sweep along the shores
In the temple of the heart thirsty for solace
I no longer can feel removed from...
774 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Mar 2011 4:37pm
14th Mar 2011 4:37pm
Window
I have never made love to a woman before
Not knowing what it was
It has always been a ritualto satisfy the pleasures of my perversion
Thatwas all i knew
I was the child with dark circles under his eyes
Obvious depressions of an ominous life
Being taught how to walk so I could rise to meet a fist
Dignity extracted before I could learn it's definition
Conditioning of a coward
Maladjusted little thing
Ghost that is my fear always haunting
You may have found me drawing pictures...
Not knowing what it was
It has always been a ritualto satisfy the pleasures of my perversion
Thatwas all i knew
I was the child with dark circles under his eyes
Obvious depressions of an ominous life
Being taught how to walk so I could rise to meet a fist
Dignity extracted before I could learn it's definition
Conditioning of a coward
Maladjusted little thing
Ghost that is my fear always haunting
You may have found me drawing pictures...
936 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Mar 2011 8:52pm
13th Mar 2011 8:52pm
Wandering Without Destination
I opened myself today
Then I continued to walk familiar yet unwelcoming streets
A thick trail of blood pools heavily behind me
It follows for miles and miles
Impossible amount for one human, yet it continues to flow
I keep bleeding and bleeding and unmercifully I am still alive
I desire to sleep.
I cannot release consciousness so I dream with my eyes open
A gallery of intricate art pieces flash in rapid succession
Divine revelations that I will never re-create
Cannot help but remember...
Then I continued to walk familiar yet unwelcoming streets
A thick trail of blood pools heavily behind me
It follows for miles and miles
Impossible amount for one human, yet it continues to flow
I keep bleeding and bleeding and unmercifully I am still alive
I desire to sleep.
I cannot release consciousness so I dream with my eyes open
A gallery of intricate art pieces flash in rapid succession
Divine revelations that I will never re-create
Cannot help but remember...
1131 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2011 1:51am
7th Mar 2011 1:51am
Bourbon Street
Sliding down the spiral of a twist uncertain if I ever existed
I run my fingers down your soft skin and see the fleeting indents of the last seconds I touched
Your body does not flinch with reaction and your eyes are milked over with demonic indifference
Running after you in the parade of the dead, your silk gown flowing it's crimson red
Dark jewel crown princess piper for the damned sing me the song that tells me what I am
The procession moves with heavy purpose as the chords of the dirge the dying composer wrote for his own...
I run my fingers down your soft skin and see the fleeting indents of the last seconds I touched
Your body does not flinch with reaction and your eyes are milked over with demonic indifference
Running after you in the parade of the dead, your silk gown flowing it's crimson red
Dark jewel crown princess piper for the damned sing me the song that tells me what I am
The procession moves with heavy purpose as the chords of the dirge the dying composer wrote for his own...
949 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2011 8:25pm
5th Mar 2011 8:25pm
My Downtown Purgatory
Welcome to my home
Composed of deeply stained stone
The stench of human suffering rising inside your nose
Grim faced ghosts stumble about on rickety frame of bones
The luminosity in their gaze long extinguished by the drench of persistent liquor
I dwell among them
The fastest moving shadow
Sirens always screaming
Omnipresent
I should be able to ignore them yet they serve as a constant scratch on the surface of hearing
All hours of the night,
freight train whistles moan...
Composed of deeply stained stone
The stench of human suffering rising inside your nose
Grim faced ghosts stumble about on rickety frame of bones
The luminosity in their gaze long extinguished by the drench of persistent liquor
I dwell among them
The fastest moving shadow
Sirens always screaming
Omnipresent
I should be able to ignore them yet they serve as a constant scratch on the surface of hearing
All hours of the night,
freight train whistles moan...
875 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2011 6:50pm
5th Mar 2011 6:50pm
Farewell To Another Union
Together we stand in strength
Brothers...
Sisters...
Welded together by fires brimming of shared suffering
Digging footing in torrent borrowed soil
A fierce push from a single hand!
dressed in satin, royal purple glove
See us all fall, sinew dominoes
Lambs of sacrificewhose heads are forcibly held below water
Wework not together as the links of a chain,
merely sharing the samerefrain like drops of fallen rain
Never to puddle, streaming away in singular...
Brothers...
Sisters...
Welded together by fires brimming of shared suffering
Digging footing in torrent borrowed soil
A fierce push from a single hand!
dressed in satin, royal purple glove
See us all fall, sinew dominoes
Lambs of sacrificewhose heads are forcibly held below water
Wework not together as the links of a chain,
merely sharing the samerefrain like drops of fallen rain
Never to puddle, streaming away in singular...
717 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Mar 2011 8:51pm
4th Mar 2011 8:51pm
Goddess Worship
1986 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2011 11:24pm
3rd Mar 2011 11:24pm
Tidbit
Unblinking, searching this reflection for the truth of me
Awakening to the knowledge of being conscious within a dream
A wicked smile crosses both our lips as this vessel fills with the power of becoming a lucid god
Reaching my hands through the speculum as it gives way like rippling water
Eagerly chocking the impostor's neck to find the same strangle hold applied to mine
You fuck, always suspecting that you were alive, how could this dimension remain hidden so long?
Sneaky little netherworld demons so flawlessly mimicking our...
Awakening to the knowledge of being conscious within a dream
A wicked smile crosses both our lips as this vessel fills with the power of becoming a lucid god
Reaching my hands through the speculum as it gives way like rippling water
Eagerly chocking the impostor's neck to find the same strangle hold applied to mine
You fuck, always suspecting that you were alive, how could this dimension remain hidden so long?
Sneaky little netherworld demons so flawlessly mimicking our...
1017 reads
0 Comments
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