Submissions by MrE (C. R. Powers)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is C. R. Powers, and I write a range of poems. Anything from erotica to horror to fantasy. I find that the diversity is satisfying. On a really good day, I write amazing, well at least I think so. So I'm gonna get with it now.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2012 9:02pm
6th Aug 2012 9:02pm
Butterfly Wings
If love is but a fleeting thing.
Why must my heart flutter,
Like butterfly wings?
Why must my heart flutter,
Like butterfly wings?
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SONG LYRICS
Published
5th Aug 2012 10:08pm
5th Aug 2012 10:08pm
Wings
I'm numb.
I'm burnt.
Sunder me apart,
And glimpse my heaven wings.
Define my special things.
Take it AWAY!
The clouds are parting.
Oh so heavenly.
You've scabbed
My broken heart.
I'm lost and folding.
Come and take it
All away.
I don't need this pain.
I'm magnified.
Lost in a wreck
Of my own designing.
I'm numb.
I'm burnt.
Breaking apart
I'll show my devil wings.
Define my gifted things.
Take it all AWAY.
Ashes fall on me.
Tag me.
Make me blind.
Because I can't control
The madness....
I'm burnt.
Sunder me apart,
And glimpse my heaven wings.
Define my special things.
Take it AWAY!
The clouds are parting.
Oh so heavenly.
You've scabbed
My broken heart.
I'm lost and folding.
Come and take it
All away.
I don't need this pain.
I'm magnified.
Lost in a wreck
Of my own designing.
I'm numb.
I'm burnt.
Breaking apart
I'll show my devil wings.
Define my gifted things.
Take it all AWAY.
Ashes fall on me.
Tag me.
Make me blind.
Because I can't control
The madness....
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SONG LYRICS
Published
5th Aug 2012 9:58pm
5th Aug 2012 9:58pm
Black Star Rising
All I see is a black star rising.
I take comfort in the pain in your voice.
Watching as you bleed to ice.
Come to me and be brought forth.
Come to me and live forever more.
Take my hand and welcome paradise.
A new world waits for your embrace.
Taste it as a darkened wine.
Love it like a new born childe.
All I need is a black star rising.
Take comfort in the pain in their voice.
Watching as they bleed to death.
Come to me and be brought forth.
Come to me and be forever more.
Love me forever.
Lover forever.
Watch as...
I take comfort in the pain in your voice.
Watching as you bleed to ice.
Come to me and be brought forth.
Come to me and live forever more.
Take my hand and welcome paradise.
A new world waits for your embrace.
Taste it as a darkened wine.
Love it like a new born childe.
All I need is a black star rising.
Take comfort in the pain in their voice.
Watching as they bleed to death.
Come to me and be brought forth.
Come to me and be forever more.
Love me forever.
Lover forever.
Watch as...
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Aug 2012 11:50am
5th Aug 2012 11:50am
Tweedle Deedle
Tweedle deedle mister mockingbird.
Your hands are crimson blue.
Your heart is rusted shut.
Your mouth is made of clues.
Tweedle deedle
My pictures painted red.
But it is not paint
That drips that crimson muck.
Tweedle Deedle
My stories tips dry.
It sags and sifts
Like an ocean of sand.
Or an ocean of body bags.
Tweedle deedle
Mister rapest.
Beware the jibbering of the crow.
It knows the foundation of the soul.
And will drag you
To that dark place if it can.
Tweedle deedle eddle.
Mister shadow...
Your hands are crimson blue.
Your heart is rusted shut.
Your mouth is made of clues.
Tweedle deedle
My pictures painted red.
But it is not paint
That drips that crimson muck.
Tweedle Deedle
My stories tips dry.
It sags and sifts
Like an ocean of sand.
Or an ocean of body bags.
Tweedle deedle
Mister rapest.
Beware the jibbering of the crow.
It knows the foundation of the soul.
And will drag you
To that dark place if it can.
Tweedle deedle eddle.
Mister shadow...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Aug 2012 9:47pm
4th Aug 2012 9:47pm
The Poem of Penstare: The Dreaded Isles
When flames dance and fires turn.
The kiln and pyre
Cease to burn.
Where shadows darken
And faceless figures fall.
When things of old rise.
From dark depths and shallow tides.
And the mountains of cold
Hold cities of old renown.
Through tomes known.
Where hidden path is shown.
Blood moons rise and the dead things creak
With hungry mouths
And empty feats.
That is the land of Penstare.
The kiln and pyre
Cease to burn.
Where shadows darken
And faceless figures fall.
When things of old rise.
From dark depths and shallow tides.
And the mountains of cold
Hold cities of old renown.
Through tomes known.
Where hidden path is shown.
Blood moons rise and the dead things creak
With hungry mouths
And empty feats.
That is the land of Penstare.
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 9:39pm
4th Aug 2012 9:39pm
Darkness
Darkness a combustible sheet of exquisit beauty.
It scuttles through my mind in dazzling arrays.
Like the many crisp shades it owns.
Claw it close in dead winters.
Where many miles are grim smiles.
Light not the pain and anguish of tormented affection.
Darkness is the crown of woe.
A poisonous fume beset for the vile.
And the ever growing swamps on high.
It is precious to those willing to embrace it.
A love with sharp dagger teeth.
Curdling the mind of illusions.
But it is mine.
Mine to inherit and hold.
Mine to break apart the falsehood...
It scuttles through my mind in dazzling arrays.
Like the many crisp shades it owns.
Claw it close in dead winters.
Where many miles are grim smiles.
Light not the pain and anguish of tormented affection.
Darkness is the crown of woe.
A poisonous fume beset for the vile.
And the ever growing swamps on high.
It is precious to those willing to embrace it.
A love with sharp dagger teeth.
Curdling the mind of illusions.
But it is mine.
Mine to inherit and hold.
Mine to break apart the falsehood...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 12:51pm
4th Aug 2012 12:51pm
Burned Blossoms
Beneath the burned blossoms felt.
There lies a core
Through hungry cosmic webs.
There lies a deep december
Of pain and sorrow felt.
Through velvet lips and violet eyes,
There is a shade no one dare touch.
A place deep inside not tainted by the rust.
In the dirt beneath the grime
The roots are the hearts of mind.
The waxy custard mottled stays.
Splendor on through fields of greys.
The livid lilies rise too loved.
Rubbed from my remiss.
From spells second kiss.
When blood drips wet roses...
There lies a core
Through hungry cosmic webs.
There lies a deep december
Of pain and sorrow felt.
Through velvet lips and violet eyes,
There is a shade no one dare touch.
A place deep inside not tainted by the rust.
In the dirt beneath the grime
The roots are the hearts of mind.
The waxy custard mottled stays.
Splendor on through fields of greys.
The livid lilies rise too loved.
Rubbed from my remiss.
From spells second kiss.
When blood drips wet roses...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Aug 2012 12:42pm
4th Aug 2012 12:42pm
A Wilum of Willows
A Wilum of willows.
With crown on his head.
Looks out on his kingdom
With nothing but dread.
For the ideas he pondered
Have all come to life.
They are the eldest.
The oldest.
From slime and from strife.
They are seaborn
Of land and of air.
They blight out the sight
Of all that is fair.
A Wilum of willows.
Is now not so niche.
He pulls out his trumpet
And plays it quite rich.
He blows it so loud
It seems such a spell.
A Kalevala of noise
As deep as the well.
A pale moon rises
As he lay his last lied....
With crown on his head.
Looks out on his kingdom
With nothing but dread.
For the ideas he pondered
Have all come to life.
They are the eldest.
The oldest.
From slime and from strife.
They are seaborn
Of land and of air.
They blight out the sight
Of all that is fair.
A Wilum of willows.
Is now not so niche.
He pulls out his trumpet
And plays it quite rich.
He blows it so loud
It seems such a spell.
A Kalevala of noise
As deep as the well.
A pale moon rises
As he lay his last lied....
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Aug 2012 3:46am
4th Aug 2012 3:46am
Ode to Agrimon
When winds of old, stretch long.
The weary rejoice the day come and gone.
The lasting fire burns on high.
And gods look down, beyond the sky.
Come,
Oh come,
On wings
On feet,
With hearts as lush as the meadow.
Come,
Oh come,
On ships
On barrels.
Where the eye is sharp as the arrow.
Where lives are made by the back and bones
And the kingdoms come on sounds of drums.
Come,
Oh come
Where the legends burn
Where the fire marks the way.
Come,
Oh come,
While food is hot
And there is room...
The weary rejoice the day come and gone.
The lasting fire burns on high.
And gods look down, beyond the sky.
Come,
Oh come,
On wings
On feet,
With hearts as lush as the meadow.
Come,
Oh come,
On ships
On barrels.
Where the eye is sharp as the arrow.
Where lives are made by the back and bones
And the kingdoms come on sounds of drums.
Come,
Oh come
Where the legends burn
Where the fire marks the way.
Come,
Oh come,
While food is hot
And there is room...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Aug 2012 3:40am
4th Aug 2012 3:40am
Osénámenüm (Work in Progress)
Némel Version
O osénámenüm.
El noras os ménon thren.
Sámé ménena masentium.
Hásé téma séla,sémés os sincisium.
Hára tu tél taya.
Sen sa, som amorám,
Lamen ras él crán os menanon.
Mamae vel mesomeninon.
O quam sancta
Quam serena.
Semé sormenen
Sondalorein vey molnamenin fuelitenu.
O quam benimma
Quam amánemá.
Lilé os amorám.
Gánenon os vayana.
O quam sancta
Quam serena.
Lilé os amorám,
O...
O osénámenüm.
El noras os ménon thren.
Sámé ménena masentium.
Hásé téma séla,sémés os sincisium.
Hára tu tél taya.
Sen sa, som amorám,
Lamen ras él crán os menanon.
Mamae vel mesomeninon.
O quam sancta
Quam serena.
Semé sormenen
Sondalorein vey molnamenin fuelitenu.
O quam benimma
Quam amánemá.
Lilé os amorám.
Gánenon os vayana.
O quam sancta
Quam serena.
Lilé os amorám,
O...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2012 7:43pm
3rd Aug 2012 7:43pm
The Dance of Midnight
Let us sing
The dance.
The dance of midnight.
Rivist the dream,
You yearn so well.
Reveal your plumed gate.
As dark in hell.
Court the eldritch
Elder dire.
Sing harsh songs
From the mire.
Wane in wonder,
O' dance on high.
Dance with ancients
From the skies.
Midnight now fades too fast.
As madness starts
Its course at last.
The dance.
The dance of midnight.
Rivist the dream,
You yearn so well.
Reveal your plumed gate.
As dark in hell.
Court the eldritch
Elder dire.
Sing harsh songs
From the mire.
Wane in wonder,
O' dance on high.
Dance with ancients
From the skies.
Midnight now fades too fast.
As madness starts
Its course at last.
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