Submissions by MartenHoyle (Marten Hoyle)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Nobody has yet written my biography and I am not about to write one in the third person.
DARK POEM
Published
12th Aug 2020 7:19pm
12th Aug 2020 7:19pm
When I Was Young
When I was young, I entered the graveyard
To the little stream amid the tombs—
Into a slumber where the bones sang to me
Between the embers and the rain.
God knows the stars had been bled dry.
I came to life in an alien misery.
I might have been, but I felt I never was.
Between the webs on fallen trees.
It was more than death I wished I’d seen—
A lonely soul that loved so deep.
The blue of the sky was a rag for my tears.
Dust in the ground; precious gold.
It reminded me of a world I always knew
Where everything meant to be...
To the little stream amid the tombs—
Into a slumber where the bones sang to me
Between the embers and the rain.
God knows the stars had been bled dry.
I came to life in an alien misery.
I might have been, but I felt I never was.
Between the webs on fallen trees.
It was more than death I wished I’d seen—
A lonely soul that loved so deep.
The blue of the sky was a rag for my tears.
Dust in the ground; precious gold.
It reminded me of a world I always knew
Where everything meant to be...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#death
#graveyard
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Aug 2020 6:21pm
10th Aug 2020 6:21pm
The Mimes
Silken light on the tips of the swan’s wings,
Old, grey eyes turned to a horizon;
Another time perhaps in a cold year.
Tonight, I go to see the mimes,
With homes on their backs:
Unseen walls closing in now in time.
Switch around to the unknown ghost’s plane
Onlookers have no strength left to view.
No tears shed for the wanderers in their eyes,
Day’s like today come once in a life such as mine.
I’ve waited hours to witness tomorrow’s years.
Lampposts guide—gold haloes in winter fog:
Angels or candles, though the snow is deserted...
Old, grey eyes turned to a horizon;
Another time perhaps in a cold year.
Tonight, I go to see the mimes,
With homes on their backs:
Unseen walls closing in now in time.
Switch around to the unknown ghost’s plane
Onlookers have no strength left to view.
No tears shed for the wanderers in their eyes,
Day’s like today come once in a life such as mine.
I’ve waited hours to witness tomorrow’s years.
Lampposts guide—gold haloes in winter fog:
Angels or candles, though the snow is deserted...
#death
#ghosts
#graveyard
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Aug 2020 7:38pm
9th Aug 2020 7:38pm
As the Day is Long
What season came to this?
What seal was met with the kiss?
Six feet under, I find a frozen tear.
Though I don’t know what’s brought me here
I keep by the roadside with you and the storm,
What now takes on a sharp and secret form
Only you and I can see or comprehend.
Such is the way we know of friend to friend.
Angels come flying from a dim nowhere
And the songs that burn from there
Are singing while we slumber
From voices without number.
Lullabies of the echoes of our heartbeat:
A golden hue of the day we soon...
What seal was met with the kiss?
Six feet under, I find a frozen tear.
Though I don’t know what’s brought me here
I keep by the roadside with you and the storm,
What now takes on a sharp and secret form
Only you and I can see or comprehend.
Such is the way we know of friend to friend.
Angels come flying from a dim nowhere
And the songs that burn from there
Are singing while we slumber
From voices without number.
Lullabies of the echoes of our heartbeat:
A golden hue of the day we soon...
#love
#boyfriend
#lover #FallingInLove
#lover #FallingInLove
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jul 2020 2:40pm
20th Jul 2020 2:40pm
Sleep in Hell
When I waken deep in Hell,
Journeyed long to break the spell;
I will meet you at the gate
Of the city of our fate.
A room without the moonlight
Never dawn, just fade to night.
The journey circles back around
To familiar, uncharted ground.
In another world, we greet the day
Bid farewell to the words we say.
Sleepwalking now—we hope to see
Lives built of what should be.
With eyes to the sun, polish the land
What should have been now grains of sand.
For the sake of grief, our dying will
To hold this...
Journeyed long to break the spell;
I will meet you at the gate
Of the city of our fate.
A room without the moonlight
Never dawn, just fade to night.
The journey circles back around
To familiar, uncharted ground.
In another world, we greet the day
Bid farewell to the words we say.
Sleepwalking now—we hope to see
Lives built of what should be.
With eyes to the sun, polish the land
What should have been now grains of sand.
For the sake of grief, our dying will
To hold this...
#hell
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2020 7:17pm
13th Jul 2020 7:17pm
Transition
There were days I could not crawl,
Days I could not see at all.
Fog lit the windows and the dusk,
My poor soul had turned to rust
I lay in bed in memory’s eye
Waiting for my turn to die.
They praised our efforts in our prime,
Saw us lost in space and time.
There are no more words to say
Now fragile rays have shone away.
It makes no sense to wave goodbye:
They saw us just as passersby.
I lost track of my lonesome shade,
And the ghost of life I’d made.
I used to know what was mine
Then I’d taste the poison wine.
I...
Days I could not see at all.
Fog lit the windows and the dusk,
My poor soul had turned to rust
I lay in bed in memory’s eye
Waiting for my turn to die.
They praised our efforts in our prime,
Saw us lost in space and time.
There are no more words to say
Now fragile rays have shone away.
It makes no sense to wave goodbye:
They saw us just as passersby.
I lost track of my lonesome shade,
And the ghost of life I’d made.
I used to know what was mine
Then I’d taste the poison wine.
I...
#death
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STORY POEM
Published
12th Jul 2020 3:26pm
12th Jul 2020 3:26pm
NEW BOOK
It was the perfect place to commit suicide. Serene. Isolated. But some preparations had to be made. There was the matter of writing The Note. A task made difficult for the young poet who rented the house in the forest. Under the fog of morphine, he struggles to write; and as the morning shifts into early afternoon, strange things occur in his surroundings. Though frightened, he still wants to kill himself with the remaining pills. But as he struggles to put his final thoughts on paper, certain forces within the house seem to have their own grim agenda. From the author of An Ibis and the Sun,...
#suicide
#books
#scary
#prose
#LifeAsAWriter
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st May 2020 11:30pm
31st May 2020 11:30pm
Little Petals
Twilight weeps without a sky.
No wandering souls, no passersby.
Little petals on the ground
I have never found...
When will be the day I die?
No more face upon the moon.
Tomorrow’s death; tomorrow’s June.
You are the sweetest beauty
Most wait a life to see.
You are the hope that lives in me.
Tell me secrets set in stone.
I feel so crowded here alone.
The tricks my mind can play
From the words they say
Without voices; without tone.
Twilight weeps without a sky.
No beasts or shadows lie.
All...
No wandering souls, no passersby.
Little petals on the ground
I have never found...
When will be the day I die?
No more face upon the moon.
Tomorrow’s death; tomorrow’s June.
You are the sweetest beauty
Most wait a life to see.
You are the hope that lives in me.
Tell me secrets set in stone.
I feel so crowded here alone.
The tricks my mind can play
From the words they say
Without voices; without tone.
Twilight weeps without a sky.
No beasts or shadows lie.
All...
#sadness
#dark
#boyfriend #beauty
#boyfriend #beauty
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2020 4:48am
21st May 2020 4:48am
NEW BOOK
Ploy has been given fifteen minutes to think. And while he thinks, he must hold a gun to his head
I wrote this book four years ago. Whilst in the midst of it's composition, I lost my mind. After publishing the material, I deleted the book from the Kindle Library just as it appeared to be trending. My descent into madness is documented within these pages. I spent three months battling a warped sense of reality in an actual insane asylum shortly after completing the draft presented to you now. It is my hope that readers may better understand the overall state of a breaking mind by...
I wrote this book four years ago. Whilst in the midst of it's composition, I lost my mind. After publishing the material, I deleted the book from the Kindle Library just as it appeared to be trending. My descent into madness is documented within these pages. I spent three months battling a warped sense of reality in an actual insane asylum shortly after completing the draft presented to you now. It is my hope that readers may better understand the overall state of a breaking mind by...
#books
#prose
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2020 5:29pm
8th May 2020 5:29pm
Love is not Fair
I am blind in a world of sights,
Breathless on a bridge of sighs.
Life is pain; love is not fair.
Time never healed me, anyway.
Alone at the strange city gate,
Between odds of fate and chance,
I see a light that would not stay;
Tried to reach it but it fades away.
I feel as though I’ve met the end.
Dead while I live and breathe.
I’ve only watched as lovers leave;
Heard the death rattle in my sleep.
If I should leave and not return
Yours was the truth I hoped to learn.
And if I stay, I hope...
Breathless on a bridge of sighs.
Life is pain; love is not fair.
Time never healed me, anyway.
Alone at the strange city gate,
Between odds of fate and chance,
I see a light that would not stay;
Tried to reach it but it fades away.
I feel as though I’ve met the end.
Dead while I live and breathe.
I’ve only watched as lovers leave;
Heard the death rattle in my sleep.
If I should leave and not return
Yours was the truth I hoped to learn.
And if I stay, I hope...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2020 3:31am
6th May 2020 3:31am
Fly My Paper Kite
Fly my paper kite.
Sail origami swan.
Where have you gone?
To faraway lakes and rivers
Where we dream of green fields
To the treasures of the heavens
Where the balloons have gone away.
I’ll sing as though you are listening.
I will dance as though you see.
My lips are sweet with tears
As though we may never kiss again.
Through clouds white in Heaven,
A dying sun sheds his rays.
Through the foam upon the sea,
A wilted rose washes ashore.
While the moon shares the sky,
And the dew sings upon pearl wings ...
Sail origami swan.
Where have you gone?
To faraway lakes and rivers
Where we dream of green fields
To the treasures of the heavens
Where the balloons have gone away.
I’ll sing as though you are listening.
I will dance as though you see.
My lips are sweet with tears
As though we may never kiss again.
Through clouds white in Heaven,
A dying sun sheds his rays.
Through the foam upon the sea,
A wilted rose washes ashore.
While the moon shares the sky,
And the dew sings upon pearl wings ...
#misunderstood
#FeelingLost
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Apr 2020 5:57pm
28th Apr 2020 5:57pm
Blunt Force Trauma of the Hemispheres
Sleep...sleep is my brother,
Death, my escape.
Blossoms rise to skies so blue.
I thought I might dance
With all the dew in the air,
Rising from petals
Upon one breeze of spring.
Eclipse of my eyes
For a sigh so big and wide.
I will never reach Heaven,
But something waits for me there.
And my tears fly with dandelion seeds:
The world will turn without me,
But will stand still if you should leave.
The sun now fades.
Aurora only I can view
Echoes with an olden voice
Of words never spoken;
I yet...
Death, my escape.
Blossoms rise to skies so blue.
I thought I might dance
With all the dew in the air,
Rising from petals
Upon one breeze of spring.
Eclipse of my eyes
For a sigh so big and wide.
I will never reach Heaven,
But something waits for me there.
And my tears fly with dandelion seeds:
The world will turn without me,
But will stand still if you should leave.
The sun now fades.
Aurora only I can view
Echoes with an olden voice
Of words never spoken;
I yet...
#MentalHealth
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 7:16pm
21st Apr 2020 7:16pm
If We Could be Strangers Again
If we were strangers again,
I would find you just the same.
You still would be--an angel to me
If we were strangers again.
If I could find myself anywhere
I would pray to take us there.
Though it’s been over a year,
It’s as if it has come here:
If we could be strangers--once more
I would love you as I never loved before.
If we were strangers again,
I’d try to find you as I never did before.
And if I knew we would meet someday,
I would wait a lifetime--for our paths to cross.
So see me once more in the...
I would find you just the same.
You still would be--an angel to me
If we were strangers again.
If I could find myself anywhere
I would pray to take us there.
Though it’s been over a year,
It’s as if it has come here:
If we could be strangers--once more
I would love you as I never loved before.
If we were strangers again,
I’d try to find you as I never did before.
And if I knew we would meet someday,
I would wait a lifetime--for our paths to cross.
So see me once more in the...
#love
#gay
#LGBT #lover
#LGBT #lover
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