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.
STORY POEM
Published
20th Nov 2013 5:21am
20th Nov 2013 5:21am
Foundering Ship
The screech of the sirens:
A skin prickling song,
Rises in a clash,
Falling in a crash
Just like the Accathesian waters.
The ripples that wrestled my past,
The teal whirlpool
Swirling all around my present,
Reflecting the darkened sky,
The blackness of my soul.
It hammers at my breast,
Rattling against my chest,
Compressing my lungs,
Restraining my breath;
A mockery, a punishment
Birthed from Poseidon’s laughter.
The chuckle erupts in a wicked, glorious wave.
Oh, mighty God of the Sea,
Answer my cries, answer my pleas,...
A skin prickling song,
Rises in a clash,
Falling in a crash
Just like the Accathesian waters.
The ripples that wrestled my past,
The teal whirlpool
Swirling all around my present,
Reflecting the darkened sky,
The blackness of my soul.
It hammers at my breast,
Rattling against my chest,
Compressing my lungs,
Restraining my breath;
A mockery, a punishment
Birthed from Poseidon’s laughter.
The chuckle erupts in a wicked, glorious wave.
Oh, mighty God of the Sea,
Answer my cries, answer my pleas,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Nov 2013 3:05am
4th Nov 2013 3:05am
Here Upon He
Once upon a forgotten Time,
I died, drowning in a dismal end;
Crumbling and crisp was my
Leaf lettered heart,
a demise not yet reborn,
a ninth house incomplete,
wilting and molting in Death.
But then, but then
Rescued from my ivory tower,
Tresses of onyx return light,
Reviving light back to my window
secret; a cascade of colors,
a black light refraction,
deflects the shadows still;
the solar dark,
the winds of woe vanished:
An apathetic parasite no longer
A leech to my soul.
Once upon a treasured Time, ...
I died, drowning in a dismal end;
Crumbling and crisp was my
Leaf lettered heart,
a demise not yet reborn,
a ninth house incomplete,
wilting and molting in Death.
But then, but then
Rescued from my ivory tower,
Tresses of onyx return light,
Reviving light back to my window
secret; a cascade of colors,
a black light refraction,
deflects the shadows still;
the solar dark,
the winds of woe vanished:
An apathetic parasite no longer
A leech to my soul.
Once upon a treasured Time, ...
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Oct 2013 4:18am
24th Oct 2013 4:18am
Crimson Tower
Here aloft my ivory tower,
I wait in tender silence
for my end.
The sky, it lightens, foretelling the hour,
the hour preparing my dismal end.
My death, my death is coming!
But coming too is my prince,
I hope he gallops another hour,
So that he will not meet
my trembling end.
I hope his horse dies for the hour,
So that he will only find
my bloodied limbs…
Hawk! Hawk! The demons are coming;
Terror in forms that never bend.
Metallic birds made by huntsmen
for the tower, for my end.
I shall...
I wait in tender silence
for my end.
The sky, it lightens, foretelling the hour,
the hour preparing my dismal end.
My death, my death is coming!
But coming too is my prince,
I hope he gallops another hour,
So that he will not meet
my trembling end.
I hope his horse dies for the hour,
So that he will only find
my bloodied limbs…
Hawk! Hawk! The demons are coming;
Terror in forms that never bend.
Metallic birds made by huntsmen
for the tower, for my end.
I shall...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Oct 2013 5:33am
21st Oct 2013 5:33am
Amore Mortis
His name was still a mystery to me;
I had not learned to mutter it
Upon drifting off to sleep
Before I had learned to know him
In the most impersonal of beds.
It was not a Woodland dream
As I had supposed,
It was a concrete ground
Where I was disposed
And held bleeding where no Gladiolus
Could ever break through.
My knees curled, enclosing my chest,
Keeping my heart from slipping out
Of my pelvic girdle; my lips
Muttering below my broken breath
Poetry of a violent Horace hue;
His name, his name I still ...
I had not learned to mutter it
Upon drifting off to sleep
Before I had learned to know him
In the most impersonal of beds.
It was not a Woodland dream
As I had supposed,
It was a concrete ground
Where I was disposed
And held bleeding where no Gladiolus
Could ever break through.
My knees curled, enclosing my chest,
Keeping my heart from slipping out
Of my pelvic girdle; my lips
Muttering below my broken breath
Poetry of a violent Horace hue;
His name, his name I still ...
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11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Oct 2013 6:40am
15th Oct 2013 6:40am
If I Could Give My Breath to You
If I could give my breath to you
Would you breathe it back to me?
Exhaling it, returning half into my corpse,
Keeping half for your making, my Love?
And then would you kneel so deep, leaning so steep,
kissing my lips so I wouldn’t be alone?
Would I wake in the dream, the effervescent dream
Of your love or of your coitus?
Oh, the Kiss of Life! Or… The Kiss of Death?
My Devlish Duke, would you leave me alone to rot?
Would you wake me or would you leave me dead?
Would you chuckle as I scream, losing air, losing me…
Wasting my breath on...
Would you breathe it back to me?
Exhaling it, returning half into my corpse,
Keeping half for your making, my Love?
And then would you kneel so deep, leaning so steep,
kissing my lips so I wouldn’t be alone?
Would I wake in the dream, the effervescent dream
Of your love or of your coitus?
Oh, the Kiss of Life! Or… The Kiss of Death?
My Devlish Duke, would you leave me alone to rot?
Would you wake me or would you leave me dead?
Would you chuckle as I scream, losing air, losing me…
Wasting my breath on...
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