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
14th Oct 2020 9:07pm
14th Oct 2020 9:07pm
The Forgotten
If I could see the ancient words that demon sung
If I could feel the peeling of the bell which that day was rung
Perhaps a life of peace I may that day have sought
But only pain did I find that such music wrought.
I heard it once, these notes which floated from the sky,
And never again did beauty come to my wandering eye.
At the altar, I sought the bringer of that tone,
Finding ash and bone.
It was as though a final word, an accursed decree
That to this day haunts the heart of me.
In my soul, I search to recall something like a line ...
If I could feel the peeling of the bell which that day was rung
Perhaps a life of peace I may that day have sought
But only pain did I find that such music wrought.
I heard it once, these notes which floated from the sky,
And never again did beauty come to my wandering eye.
At the altar, I sought the bringer of that tone,
Finding ash and bone.
It was as though a final word, an accursed decree
That to this day haunts the heart of me.
In my soul, I search to recall something like a line ...
#death
#evil
#music
#narrative
#lyrics
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Sep 2020 5:05pm
20th Sep 2020 5:05pm
Untitled
There was a cry, I thought I’d heard,
Or was it just a whispered word?
A silhouette pierced my view:
The shape of things, I thought I knew.
His breath so soft, so still and deep,
He seemed to speak inside my sleep.
I ran in dreams—through dungeon trees
With fallen angels upon their knees.
I tried to speak. My words fell low
With what began so long ago.
I lost my way, I left behind
All the life I hoped to find.
Go! Leave this place—don’t say goodbye,
This is the tomb of a demon sky.
I’ll see you then, when...
Or was it just a whispered word?
A silhouette pierced my view:
The shape of things, I thought I knew.
His breath so soft, so still and deep,
He seemed to speak inside my sleep.
I ran in dreams—through dungeon trees
With fallen angels upon their knees.
I tried to speak. My words fell low
With what began so long ago.
I lost my way, I left behind
All the life I hoped to find.
Go! Leave this place—don’t say goodbye,
This is the tomb of a demon sky.
I’ll see you then, when...
#sadness
#depression
#heartbroken #IMissYou
#heartbroken #IMissYou
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Sep 2020 5:48pm
11th Sep 2020 5:48pm
Where There is Pain
Where there is pain, there is a rose
Through which the light flows.
If you must pray, take your time:
Your heart reflects what is in mine.
Where there is ruin, there are stars
Where nothing—what is ours.
Take my hand in the churchyard.
Our touch is cold—our spirits scarred.
Candles in your hands, flame to my lips
In our eyes to our souls, an eclipse.
The wasteland of what was built before;
A life; a world that is no more.
I sing with freedom in a snare
As if there were some way to compare
What had been to what...
Through which the light flows.
If you must pray, take your time:
Your heart reflects what is in mine.
Where there is ruin, there are stars
Where nothing—what is ours.
Take my hand in the churchyard.
Our touch is cold—our spirits scarred.
Candles in your hands, flame to my lips
In our eyes to our souls, an eclipse.
The wasteland of what was built before;
A life; a world that is no more.
I sing with freedom in a snare
As if there were some way to compare
What had been to what...
#love
#apocalypse
#pandemic
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Sep 2020 4:11pm
1st Sep 2020 4:11pm
Birth of the Poet
When I was born, I faced my demons,
And the lives they cared to be.
From their sight, so filled with blindness,
My own eyes stared at me.
This new moon has made me so blind.
There is a flame I cannot see.
And this flame I only borrow
As it roars through the trees.
All I have is your beauty,
And the souls that we could be.
But I’m here to say I’m sorry
If you ever cried for me.
There was a smear on the threshold:
A pain that ended endlessly
Into another untold story:
The youth of what is yet to be. ...
And the lives they cared to be.
From their sight, so filled with blindness,
My own eyes stared at me.
This new moon has made me so blind.
There is a flame I cannot see.
And this flame I only borrow
As it roars through the trees.
All I have is your beauty,
And the souls that we could be.
But I’m here to say I’m sorry
If you ever cried for me.
There was a smear on the threshold:
A pain that ended endlessly
Into another untold story:
The youth of what is yet to be. ...
#love
#evil
#LifeAsAWriter
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2020 7:13pm
27th Aug 2020 7:13pm
When We Say Goodbye
When we say goodbye,
Will the world be old again?
Shed a tear that seeks a lullaby,
Like a love that’s never been.
Under clouds, the sun is dying
With your voice in the snow.
Above the ground, the dead are crying
While we grow silent in our woe.
In the wind, feathers float and flow.
The songs of birds speak a single word—
As if for a reason long ago:
The loudest whisper I have heard.
There in that voice, you reach for me.
We now share a silken veil.
Through our tears we now can see
The ending of the...
Will the world be old again?
Shed a tear that seeks a lullaby,
Like a love that’s never been.
Under clouds, the sun is dying
With your voice in the snow.
Above the ground, the dead are crying
While we grow silent in our woe.
In the wind, feathers float and flow.
The songs of birds speak a single word—
As if for a reason long ago:
The loudest whisper I have heard.
There in that voice, you reach for me.
We now share a silken veil.
Through our tears we now can see
The ending of the...
#lover
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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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