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.
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2015 3:34am
8th Sep 2015 3:34am
Fire Signs
I used to be your fantasy—
Memory of a younger day.
Until you met the rest of me,
Now no more look at me that way.
Oh, it could have been Fate's design...
Never in life felt love like this.
Still, when you dance a fire sign,
There's no getting over its kiss.
Even as rivers of hell rise
To wash with flame your wayward soul,
In your head you still see those eyes
As all earthy ambition slows.
To detriment of sovereign wills,
Where stubborn pride won't step aside;
It's but the blood of love that spills,
For something...
Memory of a younger day.
Until you met the rest of me,
Now no more look at me that way.
Oh, it could have been Fate's design...
Never in life felt love like this.
Still, when you dance a fire sign,
There's no getting over its kiss.
Even as rivers of hell rise
To wash with flame your wayward soul,
In your head you still see those eyes
As all earthy ambition slows.
To detriment of sovereign wills,
Where stubborn pride won't step aside;
It's but the blood of love that spills,
For something...
1094 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Sep 2015 9:20pm
7th Sep 2015 9:20pm
Solitude
Solitude, the definition:
The act of being— existing, alone.
Solitude, my life's ambition,
A curse carried to an empty throne.
With stern décor, emotional famine…
Only on passion have I sustained.
A once plethoric chalice I now examine,
Only to find that it, too, has been drained.
Feigned sincerity, a scintillating tease,
May seduce the heart, but fails the soul.
For Time departs, thus would displease
That pristine illusion— that gloriole.
As I wander, decadent, the darkness,
My rotting soul dancing in dearth;
Impaled upon a stake...
The act of being— existing, alone.
Solitude, my life's ambition,
A curse carried to an empty throne.
With stern décor, emotional famine…
Only on passion have I sustained.
A once plethoric chalice I now examine,
Only to find that it, too, has been drained.
Feigned sincerity, a scintillating tease,
May seduce the heart, but fails the soul.
For Time departs, thus would displease
That pristine illusion— that gloriole.
As I wander, decadent, the darkness,
My rotting soul dancing in dearth;
Impaled upon a stake...
687 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Sep 2015 3:11pm
6th Sep 2015 3:11pm
Loving You
from TimEros structured erotica competition
Naked before me, eye to eye
I whisper soft, and claim your sigh;
Then pull you close and breathe you in,
Your pulse rising to touch of skin.
I kiss your lips, then nibble...bite!
Claws raking back in sheer delight.
I lift you, then lay you on bed,
Dream come to life before me spread...
My head sinks slow to taste of pearl.
You raise your hips to my tongue's swirl.
Your wetness inside flowing free,
My fingers bring on ecstasy.
My eyes meet yours, feeling the flow,
And...
Naked before me, eye to eye
I whisper soft, and claim your sigh;
Then pull you close and breathe you in,
Your pulse rising to touch of skin.
I kiss your lips, then nibble...bite!
Claws raking back in sheer delight.
I lift you, then lay you on bed,
Dream come to life before me spread...
My head sinks slow to taste of pearl.
You raise your hips to my tongue's swirl.
Your wetness inside flowing free,
My fingers bring on ecstasy.
My eyes meet yours, feeling the flow,
And...
1001 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Sep 2015 11:14pm
5th Sep 2015 11:14pm
Scabs
Hanging from hands tied overhead,
Silence should seem a balm.
But if I’ve learned one thing at all,
It’s not to trust dead calm.
Down the corridor I was lead
With pokes and sneers and jibes,
To be strapped up before a wall
No word really describes.
I heard the whip, a split second
That seemed to last forever
Took place, before it peeled the skin
And left the flesh dissevered.
Then, as if by stillness beckoned
'Cross the very depths of hell,
Came the whooshing and the crack again
That struck the soul as well. ...
Silence should seem a balm.
But if I’ve learned one thing at all,
It’s not to trust dead calm.
Down the corridor I was lead
With pokes and sneers and jibes,
To be strapped up before a wall
No word really describes.
I heard the whip, a split second
That seemed to last forever
Took place, before it peeled the skin
And left the flesh dissevered.
Then, as if by stillness beckoned
'Cross the very depths of hell,
Came the whooshing and the crack again
That struck the soul as well. ...
707 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 1:31am
3rd Sep 2015 1:31am
By Silence Defined
You say that you still love me
When you come to me at night.
Turn head by day and look away,
A deviant's delight.
The flesh you give that I once lived
For, you still long to share.
But I will not dance that sweet spot
Knowing who else plays there.
Public silence my punishment
For proudly loving you;
I'll bear that shame and stake my claim
On the reward I'm due.
Turn you away and ache forever,
Over dreams once held...
But ne'er count twice the going price...
When you come to me at night.
Turn head by day and look away,
A deviant's delight.
The flesh you give that I once lived
For, you still long to share.
But I will not dance that sweet spot
Knowing who else plays there.
Public silence my punishment
For proudly loving you;
I'll bear that shame and stake my claim
On the reward I'm due.
Turn you away and ache forever,
Over dreams once held...
But ne'er count twice the going price...
624 reads
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2015 4:19pm
2nd Sep 2015 4:19pm
Unforgiven
Walking in the shadows
Of the cemetery trees,
The wind blows briskly at my back,
Leaving me ill at ease.
As if gently pushing me from this place,
This place I hold so dear;
Towards the darkness of a midnight sun,
One I can only fear.
I feel the eyes upon me,
Of the dead, of the alive.
Alas, there is no real difference,
In truth, I can contrive.
Except in walking amongst the dead,
There's peace in all they give;
The solace of memory,
The only strength with which I live.
Passing days in the "real" world,
The...
Of the cemetery trees,
The wind blows briskly at my back,
Leaving me ill at ease.
As if gently pushing me from this place,
This place I hold so dear;
Towards the darkness of a midnight sun,
One I can only fear.
I feel the eyes upon me,
Of the dead, of the alive.
Alas, there is no real difference,
In truth, I can contrive.
Except in walking amongst the dead,
There's peace in all they give;
The solace of memory,
The only strength with which I live.
Passing days in the "real" world,
The...
831 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2015 1:14am
2nd Sep 2015 1:14am
Bliss (A Match Made...)
If Weariness were a color,
I bet it would match my skin.
If Loneliness had a brother,
I know I would look like him.
If Emptiness were the ocean, wide,
I’d spend my life at sea;
But Darkness holds for me a bride,
Her name is Misery.
I wake to face the day, unclad,
My emotions laid bare…
For all to see, stark raving mad,
My venue of despair.
Slowly stirring the cauldron,
Sprinkling hope atop the boil—
The years of my life free fallen
Unto a fruitless spoil.
Still, the relics of ambition
Live, if but to stay my hand,...
I bet it would match my skin.
If Loneliness had a brother,
I know I would look like him.
If Emptiness were the ocean, wide,
I’d spend my life at sea;
But Darkness holds for me a bride,
Her name is Misery.
I wake to face the day, unclad,
My emotions laid bare…
For all to see, stark raving mad,
My venue of despair.
Slowly stirring the cauldron,
Sprinkling hope atop the boil—
The years of my life free fallen
Unto a fruitless spoil.
Still, the relics of ambition
Live, if but to stay my hand,...
727 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Sep 2015 3:06am
1st Sep 2015 3:06am
Dusk
Sifting the dust through my fingers, it blew off to the east.
And so I turned and headed west, what they expected least.
The thoughts linger on failed trust, as shadows stretch behind
A man once blessed, but now twice burned, in every way inclined…
…To somehow find what treasures lie beneath the sunlit sky—
This unknown path I now embark upon before I die.
…To justify what I, in kind, by scalding eyes of hate,
Lost in her dark and muddled wrath, could not exonerate.
Emptied of gothic principle, once mistook for compunction,
As thought...
And so I turned and headed west, what they expected least.
The thoughts linger on failed trust, as shadows stretch behind
A man once blessed, but now twice burned, in every way inclined…
…To somehow find what treasures lie beneath the sunlit sky—
This unknown path I now embark upon before I die.
…To justify what I, in kind, by scalding eyes of hate,
Lost in her dark and muddled wrath, could not exonerate.
Emptied of gothic principle, once mistook for compunction,
As thought...
795 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Aug 2015 2:25pm
28th Aug 2015 2:25pm
Museless
There was a day, once, long ago
That, held in manner of a king,
A prestigious and gaudy show
Was given all who'd hear me sing.
When the whole world would meet my eye,
And whisper soft, my sacred muse…
To delve the sea or paint the sky
With beauty I could not refuse.
But a muse is a fickle thing,
Turn your back once, and watch her flee.
And though by dark I long to sing,
My muse has naught to offer me.
So here I stand, the forest bland,
While not a bird chirps for my soul;
And bear this silence, as a brand,
On lips that once...
That, held in manner of a king,
A prestigious and gaudy show
Was given all who'd hear me sing.
When the whole world would meet my eye,
And whisper soft, my sacred muse…
To delve the sea or paint the sky
With beauty I could not refuse.
But a muse is a fickle thing,
Turn your back once, and watch her flee.
And though by dark I long to sing,
My muse has naught to offer me.
So here I stand, the forest bland,
While not a bird chirps for my soul;
And bear this silence, as a brand,
On lips that once...
694 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2015 8:52pm
23rd Aug 2015 8:52pm
The Haunt
He lingers, lone in the shadow,
No one can see him there.
A spirit felled, a dream dispelled...
An echo of despair.
Traipses the hall of seen it all,
And listens at the door.
Yet no voice will come of the chill
Felt here forevermore.
He places hand up to the the knob...
It pushes right on through.
Transparent eyes close on his sighs,
As he refuses to
Step forward toward the strange accord
Of laughter he can sense,
But turns and wails as night avails
The truth of consequence.
No solace found to this cursed...
No one can see him there.
A spirit felled, a dream dispelled...
An echo of despair.
Traipses the hall of seen it all,
And listens at the door.
Yet no voice will come of the chill
Felt here forevermore.
He places hand up to the the knob...
It pushes right on through.
Transparent eyes close on his sighs,
As he refuses to
Step forward toward the strange accord
Of laughter he can sense,
But turns and wails as night avails
The truth of consequence.
No solace found to this cursed...
868 reads
15 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Aug 2015 1:04am
20th Aug 2015 1:04am
Dark and Deep
It starts with me between her thighs,
In sight the hunger of her eyes.
To licks and probes, whimpers and cries...
It's there she names me "Mr Sighs."
Then to her throat I take the game,
Without mercy and without shame.
Fist full of hair behind the head,
Oh, I become her dream well-fed.
Eyes water, and mascara smears,
My cock so deep it brings her tears.
Steel ball spelling her name on vein,
All in the hope I bring her pain.
Cuz baby likes it...
In sight the hunger of her eyes.
To licks and probes, whimpers and cries...
It's there she names me "Mr Sighs."
Then to her throat I take the game,
Without mercy and without shame.
Fist full of hair behind the head,
Oh, I become her dream well-fed.
Eyes water, and mascara smears,
My cock so deep it brings her tears.
Steel ball spelling her name on vein,
All in the hope I bring her pain.
Cuz baby likes it...
1266 reads
17 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2015 2:25am
17th Aug 2015 2:25am
Dark Beauty
A visage from the realm of dream...
The rictus of a voiceless scream.
I lie awake, pinned to the bed,
Aswim the darkness in my head.
I feel him there... the weight upon
My chest, all breath heavily drawn.
Yet know not what I answer for...
...What crime condemned me to this war.
... What dark beauty I once heard sing,
Upon a time I still bore wing.
... What tempt of faith should land me here,
Catching in drops , a demons tears.
She sang to me, her voice soft white,
As I was caught...
The rictus of a voiceless scream.
I lie awake, pinned to the bed,
Aswim the darkness in my head.
I feel him there... the weight upon
My chest, all breath heavily drawn.
Yet know not what I answer for...
...What crime condemned me to this war.
... What dark beauty I once heard sing,
Upon a time I still bore wing.
... What tempt of faith should land me here,
Catching in drops , a demons tears.
She sang to me, her voice soft white,
As I was caught...
1042 reads
13 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Shine_of_Darkness (Michael Anderson)
