Submissions by MythMalefactress9 (Myth Malefactress)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write... and write and write and write and write, onto the walls, onto my flesh, into my being, into thy corpse, upon the Page, into the soul, beyond the Universe if you suppose.
SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2014 5:21pm
4th Dec 2014 5:21pm
The Hair Mistress
I am a whore
And I sleep with silence.
“Hush” hissing from fickled lips,
And whispers creeping up
bare, brotheled backs.
“Too much hair,” I say
Dry, inconstant strands,
Adulterated by wild waves
Of faithless pull.
Pluck the strays
Of my unconditioned worth
And I will be the same.
In the night, I am quiet
As I depart from each sliver
Of sensual thread,
Dragged from the perfidious places
My spoiled cunt has boiled
And set aside to rot in a bag
Of hourglass sand. Please
Tickle time with my feathered ends...
And I sleep with silence.
“Hush” hissing from fickled lips,
And whispers creeping up
bare, brotheled backs.
“Too much hair,” I say
Dry, inconstant strands,
Adulterated by wild waves
Of faithless pull.
Pluck the strays
Of my unconditioned worth
And I will be the same.
In the night, I am quiet
As I depart from each sliver
Of sensual thread,
Dragged from the perfidious places
My spoiled cunt has boiled
And set aside to rot in a bag
Of hourglass sand. Please
Tickle time with my feathered ends...
717 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2014 5:50am
2nd Dec 2014 5:50am
The Breath Glance of Eros' Betrothal
I am the first, his primary dance
And like an earthly core,
I become his center.
Legs ajar, my lips part in shiver.
Bare breasts, a maiden’s honeysuckle
And Tangling tresses comb his favorite forest.
He sanctioned the musk of a winter storm
And like an asthmatic cure,
I could breathe in the rain.
Gas mask dismounted, his lips breeze a sliver,
Molded mouths, Love’s suction cups
And tickling tongues become my Heimlich.
We trespass upon a sacred blur,
And like an ancient chant ,
Mist winds around my finger.
Promise...
And like an earthly core,
I become his center.
Legs ajar, my lips part in shiver.
Bare breasts, a maiden’s honeysuckle
And Tangling tresses comb his favorite forest.
He sanctioned the musk of a winter storm
And like an asthmatic cure,
I could breathe in the rain.
Gas mask dismounted, his lips breeze a sliver,
Molded mouths, Love’s suction cups
And tickling tongues become my Heimlich.
We trespass upon a sacred blur,
And like an ancient chant ,
Mist winds around my finger.
Promise...
640 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 10:03am
1st Dec 2014 10:03am
Soon Beneath the Headlights
Soon, my Darling, soon”,
The words proceed down
Like acid rain upon stilts.
I am the girl of yesterday,
A foggy storm fevered cold.
Have you met Tomorrow?
Rosy cheeks and rounded belly,
Breasts so ready to be suckled
Lips tainted with what is real.
Soon
A dangerous promise
With added sugar on the tongue.
A snow flake tasted with jagged edges;
Corners crept so unique
With an instinct to cut and rip and slit
The throat of the present.
Soon
I may die or dement or drag
Beneath an unmarked grave.
I may...
The words proceed down
Like acid rain upon stilts.
I am the girl of yesterday,
A foggy storm fevered cold.
Have you met Tomorrow?
Rosy cheeks and rounded belly,
Breasts so ready to be suckled
Lips tainted with what is real.
Soon
A dangerous promise
With added sugar on the tongue.
A snow flake tasted with jagged edges;
Corners crept so unique
With an instinct to cut and rip and slit
The throat of the present.
Soon
I may die or dement or drag
Beneath an unmarked grave.
I may...
655 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Dec 2014 8:57am
1st Dec 2014 8:57am
Contemplating at Styx-Side Brook
Wade deep
In waters beating of percussion,
The thumping bray of aorta strings
Tuned to play another.
Sink strivingly
Into tides breaching of morrow,
The arterial rocks of cascades
Tumbled to impale.
Drown surmassed
In waves bleeding of dissension.
The heart’s millennia of chambers
Quieted to weep.
Stare, unrippled,
Into spores breathing of dolar.
The atrium relapse of shadow
Touched, alas, by embrace.
10/27/14
In waters beating of percussion,
The thumping bray of aorta strings
Tuned to play another.
Sink strivingly
Into tides breaching of morrow,
The arterial rocks of cascades
Tumbled to impale.
Drown surmassed
In waves bleeding of dissension.
The heart’s millennia of chambers
Quieted to weep.
Stare, unrippled,
Into spores breathing of dolar.
The atrium relapse of shadow
Touched, alas, by embrace.
10/27/14
594 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
30th Nov 2014 11:02pm
30th Nov 2014 11:02pm
Burial Place of the Heathen
I fall asleep upon a bed of open urns,
The ashes spread out like feathers of a down.
Pillow sweep, blankets warmed to a smolder.
I am dormant by the incense of burnt flesh.
Bitter anesthetic, my room is dark.
Shadowless, corners there are not.
Pitch. Black. I am the light
Which remains. Here,
Where silence is my candle
And the wind is a shout.
So hush, dear sandmen,
Beware your blasphemy.
Dream no dreams.
Quiet your thought train.
And if you dare to breathe,
Enter at your own risk.
The tomb is a shoreline of...
The ashes spread out like feathers of a down.
Pillow sweep, blankets warmed to a smolder.
I am dormant by the incense of burnt flesh.
Bitter anesthetic, my room is dark.
Shadowless, corners there are not.
Pitch. Black. I am the light
Which remains. Here,
Where silence is my candle
And the wind is a shout.
So hush, dear sandmen,
Beware your blasphemy.
Dream no dreams.
Quiet your thought train.
And if you dare to breathe,
Enter at your own risk.
The tomb is a shoreline of...
690 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Nov 2014 6:03pm
25th Nov 2014 6:03pm
Low Noon
My silence can hear them now,
The midday shrieks
Stillborn for another consequence.
I am abandoned betrothed to the Sun’s
Succulent high, the sky rims
The Elder frame for a journey
Across the actual horizon.
But to this quest, I ask of God
Upon his chariots of fire horses lie
If I can lie beside him;
Travel the century of the day;
And die at the setting
Of the purples and the reds
And cry at the Goddess’s nocturnal
Wake. For I lack the insomnia
To reach her.
Never will I greet the dusk or dawn
Or the Fae and their dew. ...
The midday shrieks
Stillborn for another consequence.
I am abandoned betrothed to the Sun’s
Succulent high, the sky rims
The Elder frame for a journey
Across the actual horizon.
But to this quest, I ask of God
Upon his chariots of fire horses lie
If I can lie beside him;
Travel the century of the day;
And die at the setting
Of the purples and the reds
And cry at the Goddess’s nocturnal
Wake. For I lack the insomnia
To reach her.
Never will I greet the dusk or dawn
Or the Fae and their dew. ...
625 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Nov 2014 6:54am
25th Nov 2014 6:54am
Stranger than Girl
To whom the gentle gallop of tomorrow
Waits and wakes for in the morning grim,
You shall know now, before I leap,
(And leave again)
My promised regret with a fading hue:
What has trespassed over my sleep
Walks into dwellings of my dreams,
A final trance dance through memories,
And sudden drops into a star bright
Wish for death.
Sprung only from the quiet bedded
Spring of sabotage, my seduction is
Subtle:
Pleasure me or wish me Gone.
For I am gone without the dim light
Of Eyes intrigued, of pupils watching over me.
I am...
Waits and wakes for in the morning grim,
You shall know now, before I leap,
(And leave again)
My promised regret with a fading hue:
What has trespassed over my sleep
Walks into dwellings of my dreams,
A final trance dance through memories,
And sudden drops into a star bright
Wish for death.
Sprung only from the quiet bedded
Spring of sabotage, my seduction is
Subtle:
Pleasure me or wish me Gone.
For I am gone without the dim light
Of Eyes intrigued, of pupils watching over me.
I am...
562 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
24th Nov 2014 11:35pm
24th Nov 2014 11:35pm
Breakfast in Bed
Will you be my prince of slumber
As I wake to my Kingdom Bed?
Piled sheets, a castle tower,
Up and away, I wait for the dead.
They will rise like the eerie morning
And they will sleep with untimely dread
Down the hall, under the covers,
Lies awake my temperament unfed.
The beast be locked in the closet dungeon,
Beneath the mattress, its doom does spread,
But here atop the dream-thread blanket,
I am safe, safe from my dead.
So if I asked you to my chambers,
And with a succubi kiss, I sweetly said,
“Will you be my prince...
As I wake to my Kingdom Bed?
Piled sheets, a castle tower,
Up and away, I wait for the dead.
They will rise like the eerie morning
And they will sleep with untimely dread
Down the hall, under the covers,
Lies awake my temperament unfed.
The beast be locked in the closet dungeon,
Beneath the mattress, its doom does spread,
But here atop the dream-thread blanket,
I am safe, safe from my dead.
So if I asked you to my chambers,
And with a succubi kiss, I sweetly said,
“Will you be my prince...
729 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2014 9:05pm
27th Apr 2014 9:05pm
Earthworm
My head is a tail squirming to the surface,
I am of no sex and no delight.
I eat the dirt tombs of my ancestors,
Here they shod and here they died.
I sleep blind, no mask, no eyes
The underworld sought my hellish hole,
But I am filthier than demons
And more dusty than Sandmen,
For beneath the bedrock,
I am tucked in.
Dare wake me
And your city will crumble,
I am the concrete under your wind,
Howl, howl, Aether will scowl,
But Gaia was first my mother.
Though I be a parasite in her womb
With a gaping mouth, pinkish...
I am of no sex and no delight.
I eat the dirt tombs of my ancestors,
Here they shod and here they died.
I sleep blind, no mask, no eyes
The underworld sought my hellish hole,
But I am filthier than demons
And more dusty than Sandmen,
For beneath the bedrock,
I am tucked in.
Dare wake me
And your city will crumble,
I am the concrete under your wind,
Howl, howl, Aether will scowl,
But Gaia was first my mother.
Though I be a parasite in her womb
With a gaping mouth, pinkish...
742 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2014 1:28am
25th Apr 2014 1:28am
Imaginary Air (Ode to The One)
Imaginary air,
I plunge to the collective;
The bridge is a pillow
Beneath my feet.
Reap, oh, Reap, I am ready to sleep!
My dust dissipates to past
And I am the wind.
Fingers clenched, rigid, still-
Drowned below by the nihilist,
The dirt is a blanket
Over my corpse.
Torn, oh, Torn, only blood is born!
My breath has vanquished
And then I see you.
Gryphoned Muse,
The night has delayed,
The stars become a chariot
Beneath our feet.
Dear, oh, Dear, could you hear?
My heart was beating
And I am awake.
...
I plunge to the collective;
The bridge is a pillow
Beneath my feet.
Reap, oh, Reap, I am ready to sleep!
My dust dissipates to past
And I am the wind.
Fingers clenched, rigid, still-
Drowned below by the nihilist,
The dirt is a blanket
Over my corpse.
Torn, oh, Torn, only blood is born!
My breath has vanquished
And then I see you.
Gryphoned Muse,
The night has delayed,
The stars become a chariot
Beneath our feet.
Dear, oh, Dear, could you hear?
My heart was beating
And I am awake.
...
662 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
19th Feb 2014 10:28pm
19th Feb 2014 10:28pm
Aged to Ice
The ice thickens,
A freeze over of my suckle,
Lips perched, snowy limbs I grab.
Sour indifference, I peel back,
Prepared to pucker
And instead lean forward
Hair scathed to disarray
Mouth yelping out
Surreptitious moans.
The world soon falls
To a happy decay
Fierce momentum, the swinging ceases
And tonight I streak alone.
Pressing deep, I taste disembowelment,
Nude in striking against the self;
But the self must feed
And the body does bleed
To sabbatical memories of Alone.
The mind unsounds
And stabs...
A freeze over of my suckle,
Lips perched, snowy limbs I grab.
Sour indifference, I peel back,
Prepared to pucker
And instead lean forward
Hair scathed to disarray
Mouth yelping out
Surreptitious moans.
The world soon falls
To a happy decay
Fierce momentum, the swinging ceases
And tonight I streak alone.
Pressing deep, I taste disembowelment,
Nude in striking against the self;
But the self must feed
And the body does bleed
To sabbatical memories of Alone.
The mind unsounds
And stabs...
640 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2014 5:05am
11th Feb 2014 5:05am
Drawbridge
Sallow sting
of mediocrity
watches and washes
over me
in a parade of pretend.
Gallows in thy name,
the beast performs
Fraud behind the glass
Mystified in satisfaction
A portal of entrance
freezes and creaks
like an old house
in mourning.
Bulldozer wrought
the threshold
down
so that my demons
may enter behind
my gore
Lore, lore, without a door
I shall take a step.
Doubt, oh, doubt
Should I leap?
I decide and defy
and go around.
of mediocrity
watches and washes
over me
in a parade of pretend.
Gallows in thy name,
the beast performs
Fraud behind the glass
Mystified in satisfaction
A portal of entrance
freezes and creaks
like an old house
in mourning.
Bulldozer wrought
the threshold
down
so that my demons
may enter behind
my gore
Lore, lore, without a door
I shall take a step.
Doubt, oh, doubt
Should I leap?
I decide and defy
and go around.
644 reads
2 Comments
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