Submissions by Infamous_Angyl (Infamous)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am Infamous, the one and only. I am the rage that was locked away and caged. The unopposed, yet dissposed and exposed lies that the wars have waged. I wear the crown of those who have fallen, I wear the scars of those your lies marred.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2022 5:27pm
15th Mar 2022 5:27pm
BLACK BEAUTY
Star studded elegance dances across a wide canvas of melanated shades, consumed by her universe she engulfs beauty. With the mere stroke of her hand she creates life, For blessed is she to pour our her essence. It is heaven to be in her presence, for Godliness is in her appeal, for she is we, me, her, us.
Let me rest my crown, lay me down, press hard against brazen flesh. Shrouded in copper and onyx power, it envelopes me. Hardened by the nature of worldly obstacles, yet softened by humble beginnings. Sit upon your throne King, for no one can take your place.
We are the root of...
Let me rest my crown, lay me down, press hard against brazen flesh. Shrouded in copper and onyx power, it envelopes me. Hardened by the nature of worldly obstacles, yet softened by humble beginnings. Sit upon your throne King, for no one can take your place.
We are the root of...
#love
#identity
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Nov 2021 2:26am
18th Nov 2021 2:26am
Moonlight Dance
#vampires
#ghosts
#magic #witches
#magic #witches
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Nov 2021 2:22am
18th Nov 2021 2:22am
Moonlight Dance
She sensed something lurking in the shadows, watching her silently preying on her vulnerability. Quickly she grew tired of the cat and mouse game. Calling out to the darkness; “Show yourself, enough of this hiding amongst the shadows!” Surveying all that lie before her, he stepped into the dimness of light behind her. Wickedly he chuckled. Startling her she snapped around to gaze upon him. Examining his person from his feet to his toned thighs that seemed to be etched by the highest sculptors, to his sculpted waist to his rippled abs chiseled by the cherubs, to his wide chest to his broad...
#violence
#power
#vampires
#ghosts
#witches
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Aug 2015 1:39am
18th Aug 2015 1:39am
Prologue to Heart Song To the Moon.... A Carpathian Romance Novel
She sensed something lurking in the shadows, watching her silently preying on her vulnerability. Quickly she grew tired of the cat and mouse game. Calling out to the darkness; “Show yourself, enough of this hiding amongst the shadows!” Surveying all that lie before her, he stepped into the dimness of light behind her. Wickedly he chuckled. Startling her she snapped around to gaze upon him. Examining his person from his feet to his toned thighs that seemed to be etched by the highest sculptors, to his sculpted waist to his rippled abs chiseled by the cherubs, to his wide chest to his broad...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th May 2013 4:56pm
15th May 2013 4:56pm
Memoirs of Angyl Yamakito Pt.2
Upon one misty night, a gentleman caught glimpse of her upon her midnight stroll. Staring at the Moon as if in pure worship, the bells from the church steeple began to toll. Before she turned to return to her Chateau, the moonlight glittered in her eyes showing something inhumanly. Smiling as she knew she was being watched her fangs flashed, he stood there stupidly.
As he stood there watching her, something compelled him to follow her. "What M'Lady." He called out to her. But she continued her way to her Chateau. Her slippered feet seem to never touch the ground for all...
As he stood there watching her, something compelled him to follow her. "What M'Lady." He called out to her. But she continued her way to her Chateau. Her slippered feet seem to never touch the ground for all...
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STORY POEM
Published
9th Jan 2013 2:03am
9th Jan 2013 2:03am
Memoirs of Angyl Yamakito
She was the last of her kind. Beautiful yet dangerous.
For her age she was metaphorically divine, sublime in her own light.
Beware things that are radiantfor they may be malicious.
Her eyes were like that of Red SuperNovas, they drew the attention right on sight.
Skin like monumental alabaster, smooth and seemingly glowing.
Her voice was that of the sweetest lullaby, gently and soothing.
To look upon her was quite a honor for rareity was her middle name.
Rumor had it that she was creature of the night.
To afraid to be seen amongst her neighbors in the...
For her age she was metaphorically divine, sublime in her own light.
Beware things that are radiantfor they may be malicious.
Her eyes were like that of Red SuperNovas, they drew the attention right on sight.
Skin like monumental alabaster, smooth and seemingly glowing.
Her voice was that of the sweetest lullaby, gently and soothing.
To look upon her was quite a honor for rareity was her middle name.
Rumor had it that she was creature of the night.
To afraid to be seen amongst her neighbors in the...
634 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2013 5:14pm
4th Jan 2013 5:14pm
"7" Deadly Sins
There was once a tale unheard of,untold. "Heritic" "Blasphemer" "Devils work" People yelled from the tops of their lungs, as the truth began to unfold.
Pride:
a high or inordinate opinion of one's own dignity, importance, merit, or superiority, whether as cherished in the mind or as displayed in bearing, conduct, etc.
A sin in its own right, one that many suffer from without the simple recognition that in the your own self righteous way you may just be writing your own name in the book of life as the worst sinner of all. To self absorbed...
Pride:
a high or inordinate opinion of one's own dignity, importance, merit, or superiority, whether as cherished in the mind or as displayed in bearing, conduct, etc.
A sin in its own right, one that many suffer from without the simple recognition that in the your own self righteous way you may just be writing your own name in the book of life as the worst sinner of all. To self absorbed...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2013 5:50am
3rd Jan 2013 5:50am
Silence
The screams were as if one were scratching on a chalk board.
Why wouldn't they stop, please just make them stop.
The sweet caress of metallic bliss, sent her to a height of ecstasy.
The pain no longer registered, but the pleasure was everclear.
But before her eyes began to grow heavy, her hands did a dance across papyrus and sang a lullaby of sadness.
And she wrote:
Remember the time when we were little and you used to laugh just for the fun of it,
I never truly understood why or how to admit
this my pain and sorrow, unaccompanied by the lack of...
Why wouldn't they stop, please just make them stop.
The sweet caress of metallic bliss, sent her to a height of ecstasy.
The pain no longer registered, but the pleasure was everclear.
But before her eyes began to grow heavy, her hands did a dance across papyrus and sang a lullaby of sadness.
And she wrote:
Remember the time when we were little and you used to laugh just for the fun of it,
I never truly understood why or how to admit
this my pain and sorrow, unaccompanied by the lack of...
711 reads
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