Submissions by Dulcea
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
~esoteric microcosm of inspired vibrations~
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 5:54pm
23rd Apr 2013 5:54pm
Cannot Make Up My Mind ©
I’ll likely suffer, until I die.
Revived for vengeance on the reasons I cry.
A torpid heart, from years of grief.
A final end, or much relief?
To and fro- Fear. Belief
(Cannot make up my mind.)
Hope for joy, and dreams that shine
are consumed by the fire of that heart of mine
That heart that’s blind.
Give in or strive?
Live or die?
Darkness or light?
Cannot make up my mind
Revived for vengeance on the reasons I cry.
A torpid heart, from years of grief.
A final end, or much relief?
To and fro- Fear. Belief
(Cannot make up my mind.)
Hope for joy, and dreams that shine
are consumed by the fire of that heart of mine
That heart that’s blind.
Give in or strive?
Live or die?
Darkness or light?
Cannot make up my mind
581 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Mar 2013 9:14pm
24th Mar 2013 9:14pm
I Confess, I'll Never Belong.
Everybody seems to only want to interact with someone so long as they’re certain you will like and agree with the same things as them. Nobody likes discussions of opposing viewpoints. But I like to probe- find the how and why. I enjoy having new or different things shown or explained to me. I find lessons and insights both as the Devil’s advocate or opposer; but am expected to just nod and smile, and gods forbid if I disagree, or try to add my two cents, or find a middle ground, or comprise. I’m expected to bite my tongue, in the face of opposition and/or insult. To do so would be something...
692 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Jan 2013 1:58am
21st Jan 2013 1:58am
Janus © (Tales of Myth & Legend, pt. 2)
He is the spark of every beginning,
and the shadow of every end.
The sentinel. The door.
The moment to defend.
He looks into your past
and sees right through your end.
The time-changer. The guardian.
The clock we try to rend.
And, in this moment, he's with you.
Whether you can pretend.....
He is this very moment,
and his time is round.
He is always there with you.
He is the here and now.
The first month of the years.
Where his name doth appear.
Yet we forgot the wheel.,
the very one he rears.
and the shadow of every end.
The sentinel. The door.
The moment to defend.
He looks into your past
and sees right through your end.
The time-changer. The guardian.
The clock we try to rend.
And, in this moment, he's with you.
Whether you can pretend.....
He is this very moment,
and his time is round.
He is always there with you.
He is the here and now.
The first month of the years.
Where his name doth appear.
Yet we forgot the wheel.,
the very one he rears.
578 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
17th Jan 2013 7:42pm
17th Jan 2013 7:42pm
Deflowered © ( Tales of Myth & Legend, pt. 1)
Plagued with grief and worry,
bitter pain seized the heart of the harvest mother.
The Underworld lord had fallen for -
Fallen for her darling Kore.
She left the sky
and searched the night, by torch.
Eleusian field. Careful plans. Fragrant traps.
By the hand of Hades, she was rapt.
Snatched up in the chariot.
Her dark abductor clasped the reigns,
commanded every horse by name -
through dark and deadly sulphurous caves.
He was to make an unwilling bride that day.
When cast into a steaming well,
his...
bitter pain seized the heart of the harvest mother.
The Underworld lord had fallen for -
Fallen for her darling Kore.
She left the sky
and searched the night, by torch.
Eleusian field. Careful plans. Fragrant traps.
By the hand of Hades, she was rapt.
Snatched up in the chariot.
Her dark abductor clasped the reigns,
commanded every horse by name -
through dark and deadly sulphurous caves.
He was to make an unwilling bride that day.
When cast into a steaming well,
his...
618 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
4th Jan 2013 6:41am
4th Jan 2013 6:41am
Finish Me ©
There's always some reason to lose faith,
Something more to take.
Don't give yourself away
Or buckle under the weight.
Just another push.
How much 'til you break?
It's plain! Some are living to hurt.
You! You live to shatter dreams.
Go on! Take another piece.
But you'll never finish me.
It's doubtful times change.
Must push through all pain.
It's too easy to cave .
Those with thick skin
and fire in their hearts
aren't so easily torn apart.
Beware! Both ends of the candle burn.
You want to bring me to...
Something more to take.
Don't give yourself away
Or buckle under the weight.
Just another push.
How much 'til you break?
It's plain! Some are living to hurt.
You! You live to shatter dreams.
Go on! Take another piece.
But you'll never finish me.
It's doubtful times change.
Must push through all pain.
It's too easy to cave .
Those with thick skin
and fire in their hearts
aren't so easily torn apart.
Beware! Both ends of the candle burn.
You want to bring me to...
593 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Jan 2013 6:21am
4th Jan 2013 6:21am
*currently untitled
Here in your mind's metropolis,
you are dancing in the rain.
In the thunderstorms
you're shaping with your brain.
The streets are filled with static
There is joy and there is pain.
Old memories return again.
The whole thing is insane.
This great and thriving city
Has it triumph, has its strife.
At the very center
is an all-entrancing light.
The single most alluring thing
You've seen in all your life.
There are dreary, shadowed days,
But they won't last your life.
you are dancing in the rain.
In the thunderstorms
you're shaping with your brain.
The streets are filled with static
There is joy and there is pain.
Old memories return again.
The whole thing is insane.
This great and thriving city
Has it triumph, has its strife.
At the very center
is an all-entrancing light.
The single most alluring thing
You've seen in all your life.
There are dreary, shadowed days,
But they won't last your life.
503 reads
1 Comment
SONG LYRICS
Published
26th Dec 2012 11:19pm
26th Dec 2012 11:19pm
Consider the Sinners ©
Who has built your world?
And who will spread the word?
Where does it all go? (consider)
Choose! What's innocence worth?
Loose it all from birth.
Who makes the laws?
Who guards the door?
Consider the sinners,
and the path's they've paid.
Who makes wheels turn?
For whom hate pyres burn.
Who gets shit done? (consider)
The path pioneers roam.
Whom have always known:
with fear, you'll never learn
who holds the locks?
Consider the sinners,
and all they really do for you.
Whom will take...
And who will spread the word?
Where does it all go? (consider)
Choose! What's innocence worth?
Loose it all from birth.
Who makes the laws?
Who guards the door?
Consider the sinners,
and the path's they've paid.
Who makes wheels turn?
For whom hate pyres burn.
Who gets shit done? (consider)
The path pioneers roam.
Whom have always known:
with fear, you'll never learn
who holds the locks?
Consider the sinners,
and all they really do for you.
Whom will take...
568 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2012 6:41am
22nd Dec 2012 6:41am
Seeing is Perceiving © by D.
Most of reality's invisible to our eyes.
^ This is science and, we know, not a lie.
Yet many believe that seeing is believing.
But seeing is only perceiving.
and perceiving is always varied
(from being to being)
and is often deceiving
and very misleading.
^ This is science and, we know, not a lie.
Yet many believe that seeing is believing.
But seeing is only perceiving.
and perceiving is always varied
(from being to being)
and is often deceiving
and very misleading.
518 reads
3 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
22nd Dec 2012 6:35am
22nd Dec 2012 6:35am
Psycles © by D.
Alive in our minds. Neglecting our lives.
Believing we're fine. Dysfunction reprise!
Fooled by our own lies, but soon you will find
the psycle goes 'round. It's bringing us down!
Vicious, behind our eyes.
Step out from the psycle. Redefine.
Contemplating, stand proud. Snared in our own traps.
Disorienting dark clouds. This too will pass
from our shadow, to confront our past
at last!!
Suspicious, behind our eyes.
Step out from the psycle. Redefine.
We front, as if afraid of the dark
But...
Believing we're fine. Dysfunction reprise!
Fooled by our own lies, but soon you will find
the psycle goes 'round. It's bringing us down!
Vicious, behind our eyes.
Step out from the psycle. Redefine.
Contemplating, stand proud. Snared in our own traps.
Disorienting dark clouds. This too will pass
from our shadow, to confront our past
at last!!
Suspicious, behind our eyes.
Step out from the psycle. Redefine.
We front, as if afraid of the dark
But...
533 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Oct 2012 2:23am
18th Oct 2012 2:23am
Fall of the Dice ©
Don't make the mistake:
it's the fall of the dice.
Nothing's true chaos.
All by a cause
and all die will fall.
A mirage for the eyes.
A trick on the mind.
Nothing will ever happen without coming down the chain.
No occurring chronology will ever be the same.
Sooner or later you end from where you came.
There is no great.
There is no small.
It is the mind that cause it all.
(Trifling or great.)
The web, it spreads
The web entwines.
Like family trees
But backwards, exponentially....
it's the fall of the dice.
Nothing's true chaos.
All by a cause
and all die will fall.
A mirage for the eyes.
A trick on the mind.
Nothing will ever happen without coming down the chain.
No occurring chronology will ever be the same.
Sooner or later you end from where you came.
There is no great.
There is no small.
It is the mind that cause it all.
(Trifling or great.)
The web, it spreads
The web entwines.
Like family trees
But backwards, exponentially....
616 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2012 7:31pm
24th Sep 2012 7:31pm
Whatever Comes Out #2 (exercise in spontaneous writing)
We are the reincarnation,
a divine animation.
A stubborn, ascended
clay-mation creation
of the ancient and bold.
And we're here to reveal
a story that's told,
a legend of 'ole
a forging of molds.
A veiled impression
of what I've come to know . . . . . . . .
a divine animation.
A stubborn, ascended
clay-mation creation
of the ancient and bold.
And we're here to reveal
a story that's told,
a legend of 'ole
a forging of molds.
A veiled impression
of what I've come to know . . . . . . . .
623 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Sep 2012 4:02pm
10th Sep 2012 4:02pm
An Offering to the Gods ©
Rise over the earth
Just as you emerge from Nun!
May your rays illume!
Long live the gods who exhort his beauty:
Resembling your sons of the east.
Guardians of golden gates.
Liturgies pursuing grace and favor
The first of the wine from the fruit of my labor.
Idioms and allegories of ancient architects.
Artwork of exquisite needs,
Crafted through exquisite deeds .
All of me in all I’m giving.
Every day, swallowed by light
Orion still sails by night.
Travelling, by the stars, by strength of will.
Hypnotic...
Just as you emerge from Nun!
May your rays illume!
Long live the gods who exhort his beauty:
Resembling your sons of the east.
Guardians of golden gates.
Liturgies pursuing grace and favor
The first of the wine from the fruit of my labor.
Idioms and allegories of ancient architects.
Artwork of exquisite needs,
Crafted through exquisite deeds .
All of me in all I’m giving.
Every day, swallowed by light
Orion still sails by night.
Travelling, by the stars, by strength of will.
Hypnotic...
581 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Dulcea
