Submissions by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2023 6:03pm
8th Jan 2023 6:03pm
The Stone
The Stone”
How am I to move The Stone you cannot raise?
Can you and I create what cannot be undone?
Have you died, or do the walls confine you?
Do they imprison you, who cannot be imprisoned?
Though, it is in the prison you were found…
In a ray of light, stalking the shadows that soothed me.
You sang where others merely had whispered,
You said I had made this, The Stone
And that it was I who must lie beneath it.
In this cell is the way to stop Your heart.
You say you want me listen to Nothingness…
Here, you say I should...
How am I to move The Stone you cannot raise?
Can you and I create what cannot be undone?
Have you died, or do the walls confine you?
Do they imprison you, who cannot be imprisoned?
Though, it is in the prison you were found…
In a ray of light, stalking the shadows that soothed me.
You sang where others merely had whispered,
You said I had made this, The Stone
And that it was I who must lie beneath it.
In this cell is the way to stop Your heart.
You say you want me listen to Nothingness…
Here, you say I should...
#depression
#dark
#death
#suicide
#God
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
8th Jan 2023 4:22pm
8th Jan 2023 4:22pm
Wheelsong Books Press Release: Symphoniya de Toska Book One.
As the title of Marten Hoyle's debut collection implies, this is the first book in what is destined to become an epic trilogy that Wheelsong Books will be publishing in 2023. It is a thrilling collection of poetry that tells the story of a young lover who will die and then find love anew in the underworld.
In the first instalment of his Epic Trilogy, Symphoniya de Toska: Book One will relate a tragic story of infidelity that reaches the sorrowful conclusion of suicide. Read as a sequence, the poems tell the sad story of love, longing and loss; life and death, regret and rebirth....
In the first instalment of his Epic Trilogy, Symphoniya de Toska: Book One will relate a tragic story of infidelity that reaches the sorrowful conclusion of suicide. Read as a sequence, the poems tell the sad story of love, longing and loss; life and death, regret and rebirth....
#relationships
#heartbroken
#breakup
#conflict
#suicide
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th Oct 2022 8:41pm
26th Oct 2022 8:41pm
Dream
Dream:
Last night, I had a dream.
It was a strange dream.
I was naked, save for a white sheet wrapped around my shoulders. I was in my hometown. It was night, and it was raining. The lights of the city were of a deep crimson color. I knew I did not belong there. I wanted to go home. I was trying to find my way to the city and state where I live currently in the streets of Spokane, Washington. Something was pursuing me. I do not know what. But I knew I was being followed.
At length, I was greeted by a stranger.
Completely naked with...
Last night, I had a dream.
It was a strange dream.
I was naked, save for a white sheet wrapped around my shoulders. I was in my hometown. It was night, and it was raining. The lights of the city were of a deep crimson color. I knew I did not belong there. I wanted to go home. I was trying to find my way to the city and state where I live currently in the streets of Spokane, Washington. Something was pursuing me. I do not know what. But I knew I was being followed.
At length, I was greeted by a stranger.
Completely naked with...
#dark
#dreams
#death
#nightmares
#horror
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Oct 2022 7:20pm
25th Oct 2022 7:20pm
Harcamone
Harcamone”
When I die in a chamber of his heart, alone,
Where a rose rises from the stone,
I will gaze in vacant alleys of sunlight dim
Where every turn inscribes the death in him.
A tale of a rose, a dying dove
In the palm of a dreamer’s love,
To the morning bells that rage
In illiteracy of his final page—
Where is writ his sacred sin
In the blood that clings to his skin,
Which makes so cold, and beautiful
The thorns that agonize his fragile soul
Agonizing as the silence of his grave to be
While through him,...
When I die in a chamber of his heart, alone,
Where a rose rises from the stone,
I will gaze in vacant alleys of sunlight dim
Where every turn inscribes the death in him.
A tale of a rose, a dying dove
In the palm of a dreamer’s love,
To the morning bells that rage
In illiteracy of his final page—
Where is writ his sacred sin
In the blood that clings to his skin,
Which makes so cold, and beautiful
The thorns that agonize his fragile soul
Agonizing as the silence of his grave to be
While through him,...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#transgender
#bisexual
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Oct 2022 11:49pm
24th Oct 2022 11:49pm
Fontevrault
Fontevrault”
Lend me your soul, my imprisoned wings.
What cell holds your laurels on so fair a grave?
The distant song whispers in ruin on that sacred place
Where enshrined by chains our caress is seen no more.
They say they saw him climb the wall of roses,
By such sacred thorns, I long to remove my heart
As kissed his blood, to find him among the angels
While mutely such a cry rattles in my strangled throat.
The flowers he touched, condemned to be my idols,
Bloom where once he walked, weary with beauty.
Alas! our...
Lend me your soul, my imprisoned wings.
What cell holds your laurels on so fair a grave?
The distant song whispers in ruin on that sacred place
Where enshrined by chains our caress is seen no more.
They say they saw him climb the wall of roses,
By such sacred thorns, I long to remove my heart
As kissed his blood, to find him among the angels
While mutely such a cry rattles in my strangled throat.
The flowers he touched, condemned to be my idols,
Bloom where once he walked, weary with beauty.
Alas! our...
#lesbian
#gay
#death
#LGBT
#bisexual
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2022 9:31pm
22nd Oct 2022 9:31pm
The Road
The Road”
I see aural fields burn before me,
And ancient roads traveled by no man.
Ill waters murmur voices of the drowned,
For wretched is the passage through Genesis
To what tears we do not recall
Beyond dark seas that roar silently
Without voices in their starlit waves
Ere we were Thought in our father’s eyes.
?meard a saw I erofeb I saw tahW
emit siht ni yhw dna ,dlrow siht ni yhW
?tpek meard eht sI
Which road then leads to the heavens?
I beware the road, for it does not lead to you.
Past the fires of...
I see aural fields burn before me,
And ancient roads traveled by no man.
Ill waters murmur voices of the drowned,
For wretched is the passage through Genesis
To what tears we do not recall
Beyond dark seas that roar silently
Without voices in their starlit waves
Ere we were Thought in our father’s eyes.
?meard a saw I erofeb I saw tahW
emit siht ni yhw dna ,dlrow siht ni yhW
?tpek meard eht sI
Which road then leads to the heavens?
I beware the road, for it does not lead to you.
Past the fires of...
#lesbian
#gay
#death
#LGBT
#bisexual
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Oct 2022 7:48pm
21st Oct 2022 7:48pm
The Labyrinth
The Labyrinth”
What is this land we have known before?
A strange place of strange memories.
There are doorways that lead to darkened rooms,
And still darker passages beyond.
You seem to die there, and I cannot follow,
For your time is not mine in which to dwell;
Longing to reach across the ages to a past which binds
Our dreams where we may meet again.
What were we when Time was young,
As unknown gazes looked to a newborn sky?
Nothing dawns on me ere my firstborn cry,
But what memory traces farther than those tears?...
What is this land we have known before?
A strange place of strange memories.
There are doorways that lead to darkened rooms,
And still darker passages beyond.
You seem to die there, and I cannot follow,
For your time is not mine in which to dwell;
Longing to reach across the ages to a past which binds
Our dreams where we may meet again.
What were we when Time was young,
As unknown gazes looked to a newborn sky?
Nothing dawns on me ere my firstborn cry,
But what memory traces farther than those tears?...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#philosophical
#bisexual
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Oct 2022 9:49pm
19th Oct 2022 9:49pm
The Night Becomes You
The Night Becomes You”
The night becomes you—
In the wilderness of stars,
There are voices I long to silence,
Speaking in tongues unheard—
A tear, stained by moonlight,
Falls to the leaden chalice.
In vain I sought to drink of this cup
Some echo of what your voice had been
In the shrine of the self-slain altar
Where all is sorrow in an ageless Heaven
In your eyes where a shadow has fallen.
I sought to see what lights remain
Where you have grown still—
Our friends of old depart without sound,
You have...
The night becomes you—
In the wilderness of stars,
There are voices I long to silence,
Speaking in tongues unheard—
A tear, stained by moonlight,
Falls to the leaden chalice.
In vain I sought to drink of this cup
Some echo of what your voice had been
In the shrine of the self-slain altar
Where all is sorrow in an ageless Heaven
In your eyes where a shadow has fallen.
I sought to see what lights remain
Where you have grown still—
Our friends of old depart without sound,
You have...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#MentalHealth
#bisexual
627 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2022 6:35pm
17th Oct 2022 6:35pm
The Outsider
The Outsider”
You are ashes…and I am scattered…
My veins are in the trees…
Yes, my blood is in the leaves.
I am so sorry I cannot feel you anymore:
There are too many places where I am hidden.
My desires are laid bare.
Someone is dreaming inside of me—
The outsider speaks with my voice,
Looking with my eyes on everyone.
I do not know who this is.
(.si siht ohw wonk ton od I)
But this shade must be known to you—
When I tried to surface, I lost the way—
There is no return from the mourning
Of what I was,...
You are ashes…and I am scattered…
My veins are in the trees…
Yes, my blood is in the leaves.
I am so sorry I cannot feel you anymore:
There are too many places where I am hidden.
My desires are laid bare.
Someone is dreaming inside of me—
The outsider speaks with my voice,
Looking with my eyes on everyone.
I do not know who this is.
(.si siht ohw wonk ton od I)
But this shade must be known to you—
When I tried to surface, I lost the way—
There is no return from the mourning
Of what I was,...
#lesbian
#gay
#death
#LGBT
#bisexual
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2022 5:06pm
15th Oct 2022 5:06pm
The Organ
The Organ”
What am I in your eyes?
I am neither beauty nor reality.
Give me time to think it over—
This thing called eternity.
There are tears in the back of my mind,
Weeping to know which is the mirage—
The dream that we call Today’s Finest Sun.
Perhaps my thoughts are just as real as you?
Wilt thou forgive me? I am no lie!
This I know, but I have no knowledge
As to whether what stands behind me
Can be seen before I turn to meet your gaze.
There is an old man who walks beside me,
He is chained to the...
What am I in your eyes?
I am neither beauty nor reality.
Give me time to think it over—
This thing called eternity.
There are tears in the back of my mind,
Weeping to know which is the mirage—
The dream that we call Today’s Finest Sun.
Perhaps my thoughts are just as real as you?
Wilt thou forgive me? I am no lie!
This I know, but I have no knowledge
As to whether what stands behind me
Can be seen before I turn to meet your gaze.
There is an old man who walks beside me,
He is chained to the...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#transgender
#bisexual
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Oct 2022 6:15pm
13th Oct 2022 6:15pm
An Angel in the Rain
An Angel in the Rain”
Your life is my prison of flowers.
Such chains of winter are my shelter.
I have been singing inside of these confines
Keeping me from the sky that I fear.
Your heartbeat goes by unheard:
A sigh in the glass of my wings.
The door is closed forever—
And I am afraid to leave.
Just give me a while to break
Because I cannot breathe without you.
Rain swept the earth from my bones
But I remain buried in the shallow dawn
Where I kissed you through the window
That looks upon the garden of...
Your life is my prison of flowers.
Such chains of winter are my shelter.
I have been singing inside of these confines
Keeping me from the sky that I fear.
Your heartbeat goes by unheard:
A sigh in the glass of my wings.
The door is closed forever—
And I am afraid to leave.
Just give me a while to break
Because I cannot breathe without you.
Rain swept the earth from my bones
But I remain buried in the shallow dawn
Where I kissed you through the window
That looks upon the garden of...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#transgender
#bisexual
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2022 8:33pm
12th Oct 2022 8:33pm
The Ghost
The Ghost”
You, you’re sleeping across the sea
While I am waking from strange dreams.
I saw no one whose faces I have known
But somehow you were there.
Still hours stand on the rising sun;
Their footfall echoes on the pallid sky.
My tears this morn have broken
Through veils of gilded haze.
There is the figure of a specter standing
In a breath that gathers the leaves.
How it sways upon the winds of dawn.
Does this breeze reach your distant shore?
The ghost speaks in words I spoke before,
Words that...
You, you’re sleeping across the sea
While I am waking from strange dreams.
I saw no one whose faces I have known
But somehow you were there.
Still hours stand on the rising sun;
Their footfall echoes on the pallid sky.
My tears this morn have broken
Through veils of gilded haze.
There is the figure of a specter standing
In a breath that gathers the leaves.
How it sways upon the winds of dawn.
Does this breeze reach your distant shore?
The ghost speaks in words I spoke before,
Words that...
#lesbian
#gay
#LGBT
#transgender
#bisexual
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DU Poetry : Submissions by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
