Submissions by Shine_of_Darkness (Michael Anderson)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I mostly write dark poetry, though like reading all. I prefer to write rhyming poetry but realize just how archaic that is. I do appreciate all forms.
Modern Day Leper
Modern day leper, walk real slow;
Pieces of you left, as you go.
Ever the outcast, turned away
From those who fear your staunch display.
Your words an echo, startling tome!
Life reached for from a catacomb.
Where Death presides, yet hope for such
Yields even his avoided touch.
No place will have you, nor you them:
Who lie like her, who watch, like him...
Flay pieces of soul with each word,
Your cries for peace dying, unheard.
Incredulous, that look in eye
That you would call a lie a lie:
Your feast of...
Pieces of you left, as you go.
Ever the outcast, turned away
From those who fear your staunch display.
Your words an echo, startling tome!
Life reached for from a catacomb.
Where Death presides, yet hope for such
Yields even his avoided touch.
No place will have you, nor you them:
Who lie like her, who watch, like him...
Flay pieces of soul with each word,
Your cries for peace dying, unheard.
Incredulous, that look in eye
That you would call a lie a lie:
Your feast of...
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Recipe for Love
A soft sprinkle of madness,
Hunter's moon, a lover's gun.
A lifetime pent in sadness,
Over things you've never done.
A flavorless ambition,
(Just a trifle... not too much);
Coming to its fruition
In form of a lifetime crutch.
You weigh the thises and thats,
Lick your fingers, breathe the smell;
As the aroma lingers
Down the corridors of hell.
Could be infatuation,
Might just be a subtle crave.
But you'll find no satiation
Feasting this side of the grave.
So you stir in desperation
Till body aches...
Hunter's moon, a lover's gun.
A lifetime pent in sadness,
Over things you've never done.
A flavorless ambition,
(Just a trifle... not too much);
Coming to its fruition
In form of a lifetime crutch.
You weigh the thises and thats,
Lick your fingers, breathe the smell;
As the aroma lingers
Down the corridors of hell.
Could be infatuation,
Might just be a subtle crave.
But you'll find no satiation
Feasting this side of the grave.
So you stir in desperation
Till body aches...
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Barren Ridge
I traipse the hall, fingers trace wall
Behind my booted tread.
Where shadows morn the day unborn,
Hold silence in its stead.
Where voices, sere, still linger here,
Echoes from a time past…
Of laughter lost, and the true cost
Of things to darkness cast.
The heart still beats, if incomplete.
A murmur mocks the pace.
My march towards Death, I count each breath
One closer to his face,
Who passes by sharing not why
The withholding of touch.
Bids me move on, through life withdrawn,
Already dead as such.
I close my eyes,...
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The Candle
How can you love a shadow?
Cling to something you can't hold?
A moment brighter than the sun,
Of Destiny foretold.
Who can say where the wind will blow?
What tomorrow might find?
I lay the pieces, one by one,
To the altar of my mind.
Would I change it had I known?
Would the words purse on my lips?
Or would that soulsame touch have died
Beyond these fingertips.
The essence sinking like a stone,
I close my eyes to hold on.
All tribute to senses denied,
To a single candle drawn.
Till the last of dreams, like...
Cling to something you can't hold?
A moment brighter than the sun,
Of Destiny foretold.
Who can say where the wind will blow?
What tomorrow might find?
I lay the pieces, one by one,
To the altar of my mind.
Would I change it had I known?
Would the words purse on my lips?
Or would that soulsame touch have died
Beyond these fingertips.
The essence sinking like a stone,
I close my eyes to hold on.
All tribute to senses denied,
To a single candle drawn.
Till the last of dreams, like...
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Sacrifice
Palms forward, hands at my side,
Got nothing left to hide.
One step forward, abandoned pride
Yields all soul's been denied.
The devil plain, before me now,
'Can't find the words to speak.
I knew her when, swear not to bow,
Yet feel my knees grow weak.
I never thought, problem at hand,
Now it's too late to think.
The sacrifice not of demand...
Compulsion via link.
Soul embedded and compromised,
Free will a memory.
There is no light, nor love comprised
Will sate her misery.
The knees scrape ground, the face...
Got nothing left to hide.
One step forward, abandoned pride
Yields all soul's been denied.
The devil plain, before me now,
'Can't find the words to speak.
I knew her when, swear not to bow,
Yet feel my knees grow weak.
I never thought, problem at hand,
Now it's too late to think.
The sacrifice not of demand...
Compulsion via link.
Soul embedded and compromised,
Free will a memory.
There is no light, nor love comprised
Will sate her misery.
The knees scrape ground, the face...
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Eternity
A thousand miles of darkness,
Beating a dead man's drum.
Every step mired in starkness
Toward this thing that I've become.
It's the wiles of devotion
Holding me this bitter mile...
For out there lies my ocean,
I've just got to make her smile.
I feel it in the wind now,
The moist salt of her breath.
As I come to the landfall
That could only end in death.
I spread my alabaster wings,
(Stone statue set to fly),
A strange moment while Silence sings
"Hello" through a goodbye.
For two souls reunited,
They won't...
Beating a dead man's drum.
Every step mired in starkness
Toward this thing that I've become.
It's the wiles of devotion
Holding me this bitter mile...
For out there lies my ocean,
I've just got to make her smile.
I feel it in the wind now,
The moist salt of her breath.
As I come to the landfall
That could only end in death.
I spread my alabaster wings,
(Stone statue set to fly),
A strange moment while Silence sings
"Hello" through a goodbye.
For two souls reunited,
They won't...
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Through the Cracks
I saw the homeless guy playing
Piano like a man possessed.
Passionate, deft fingers laying
His art down, perfectly expressed.
What pushed this man to play so well?
How proud a life had he once held?
Forth from shadow, looking like hell,
To play for us as if compelled.
It's all around you, day by day,
Those of us who fall through the cracks.
While all around will turn away,
We disappear, never come back.
Something 'bout our society...
By God, my friends, we have so failed
Humanity, in name of "Me!"
As our own...
Piano like a man possessed.
Passionate, deft fingers laying
His art down, perfectly expressed.
What pushed this man to play so well?
How proud a life had he once held?
Forth from shadow, looking like hell,
To play for us as if compelled.
It's all around you, day by day,
Those of us who fall through the cracks.
While all around will turn away,
We disappear, never come back.
Something 'bout our society...
By God, my friends, we have so failed
Humanity, in name of "Me!"
As our own...
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Segregated
Trembling forth, as strange currents flow,
I walk the segregated row—
Turn eyes upon that sainted stone
Which sets before me like a throne.
A face etched in marble, so real,
Its fleshly form I long to feel;
But words that singe the soul beneath
Remind me of all men bequeath.
A funeral procession passes by,
Unseen by naked, mortal eye.
Spirits gathered unto this place
To view their newest, lifeless face.
And as the morning's dew drips past
This speck in time not meant to last,
Mournful cries, touching not live ears, ...
I walk the segregated row—
Turn eyes upon that sainted stone
Which sets before me like a throne.
A face etched in marble, so real,
Its fleshly form I long to feel;
But words that singe the soul beneath
Remind me of all men bequeath.
A funeral procession passes by,
Unseen by naked, mortal eye.
Spirits gathered unto this place
To view their newest, lifeless face.
And as the morning's dew drips past
This speck in time not meant to last,
Mournful cries, touching not live ears, ...
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Moonlight Shrine
The sea is silent, solemn, still.
I walk the night, her by my side.
While angels weep their sovereign will
None would instinctively abide.
The chasm dark and deep and dire,
Oh it was fire that led me here.
Mad pulsings of my own desire
To claim something of yesteryear.
And yet some ghosts should not be stirred,
No, some things are better left dead.
Now brought back to life, via word,
I can't shake the voice from my head.
Moonlight on the waves, beautiful.
I feel my feet wet, have I veered?
It matters not, feeling this pull...
I walk the night, her by my side.
While angels weep their sovereign will
None would instinctively abide.
The chasm dark and deep and dire,
Oh it was fire that led me here.
Mad pulsings of my own desire
To claim something of yesteryear.
And yet some ghosts should not be stirred,
No, some things are better left dead.
Now brought back to life, via word,
I can't shake the voice from my head.
Moonlight on the waves, beautiful.
I feel my feet wet, have I veered?
It matters not, feeling this pull...
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Resolve
Is this the day I do it?
This the day I walk away?
Question if I can hold to it
Or will resolve once again stray?
So determined to love me
Unseen as the cold wind moans.
But the chill to anonymity
Saps the marrow of my bones.
And it's New Year's already,
They pass so fast anymore.
This one I vow to steady
Ship, and bring this wreck ashore.
One set of footprints in the sand,
We both know whose they'll be.
My path to calm I understand
You cannot share with me.
I'll...
This the day I walk away?
Question if I can hold to it
Or will resolve once again stray?
So determined to love me
Unseen as the cold wind moans.
But the chill to anonymity
Saps the marrow of my bones.
And it's New Year's already,
They pass so fast anymore.
This one I vow to steady
Ship, and bring this wreck ashore.
One set of footprints in the sand,
We both know whose they'll be.
My path to calm I understand
You cannot share with me.
I'll...
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Never Blooming Rose
Forth from shadow, a warmth in snow
On ageless poet tread;
Dream lost to time, curse put to rhyme
Every day in his head.
Her sweetness lost ever his cost,
He's walked here ever since.
A hollow moan cloaked 'forrest's groan,
Ever her fallen prince.
She wails by night, the grim delight
Of powers none should preach.
Locked in her tower, hour by hour,
Ever out of his reach.
She once sang by, with softest sigh,
The window as he passed.
Now silence cries for all that dies
Tallied to sins amassed.
A younger day they made their...
On ageless poet tread;
Dream lost to time, curse put to rhyme
Every day in his head.
Her sweetness lost ever his cost,
He's walked here ever since.
A hollow moan cloaked 'forrest's groan,
Ever her fallen prince.
She wails by night, the grim delight
Of powers none should preach.
Locked in her tower, hour by hour,
Ever out of his reach.
She once sang by, with softest sigh,
The window as he passed.
Now silence cries for all that dies
Tallied to sins amassed.
A younger day they made their...
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The Dance
Wispy shadows, they prey on me—
Come to me in the night.
Ethereal, it's sleep they steal
In the absence of light.
Under the door, across the floor,
Taking form next the bed...
Like smoke tendrils, they work their wills
Slowly into my head(s).
It's female supremacy,
I know what I am fighting.
Yet fail to clutch just how that touch
Comes to me so inviting.
Hot breath on neck, I know what's next,
And hear each voice claim, "Mine!"
All while a shrill quiver of chill
Trickles slow down the spine.
Witchly...
Come to me in the night.
Ethereal, it's sleep they steal
In the absence of light.
Under the door, across the floor,
Taking form next the bed...
Like smoke tendrils, they work their wills
Slowly into my head(s).
It's female supremacy,
I know what I am fighting.
Yet fail to clutch just how that touch
Comes to me so inviting.
Hot breath on neck, I know what's next,
And hear each voice claim, "Mine!"
All while a shrill quiver of chill
Trickles slow down the spine.
Witchly...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Shine_of_Darkness (Michael Anderson)