Submissions by Styxian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't take for granted that Cupid's arrow is a goddamn arrow...
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Apr 2025 1:26am
9th Apr 2025 1:26am
A Lover's Lamenting
I'm going to miss
your recitals of old poetry
Watching your mouth form
around the heavier consonants
better than I could ever do
And how you sighed the vowels
in the late evenings
Your own words full of them
in your native tongue
Or, you made them up
during the passionate chaos
of orgasmic verbiage
I'm not a woman
but I learned, earnestly
when my ear was pressed to your cheek
As my mouth lent you my growl
upon your throat
How I reversed vampirism
and gave what I could ...
your recitals of old poetry
Watching your mouth form
around the heavier consonants
better than I could ever do
And how you sighed the vowels
in the late evenings
Your own words full of them
in your native tongue
Or, you made them up
during the passionate chaos
of orgasmic verbiage
I'm not a woman
but I learned, earnestly
when my ear was pressed to your cheek
As my mouth lent you my growl
upon your throat
How I reversed vampirism
and gave what I could ...
#bittersweet
#loneliness
203 reads
21 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Mar 2025 1:07am
28th Mar 2025 1:07am
Starsrite
With respect to the webmiss here, since this site is closing down...
Many here are asking for direction to a new site. And/or asking where will so and so be posting, etc.
So, I propose that a consensus is taken, for those who want to stick together as DUPers, in a new site.
I nominate Starsrite. I haven't joined yet, but I will be. SamNash did a really great job creating it.
It's a well done site, and isnt so big that we will get lost in the masses like in Allpoetry and the like. And as a bonus, Adelphina will be joining Starsrite too! What!
Writers...
Many here are asking for direction to a new site. And/or asking where will so and so be posting, etc.
So, I propose that a consensus is taken, for those who want to stick together as DUPers, in a new site.
I nominate Starsrite. I haven't joined yet, but I will be. SamNash did a really great job creating it.
It's a well done site, and isnt so big that we will get lost in the masses like in Allpoetry and the like. And as a bonus, Adelphina will be joining Starsrite too! What!
Writers...
#friendship
#support
154 reads
20 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Mar 2025 5:36pm
15th Mar 2025 5:36pm
Pearl Diver
#lover
#lust
#passion
269 reads
19 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2025 00:31am
23rd Feb 2025 00:31am
Autumn Of My Life
I wore the watch you gave me, today
(I know what you're doing)
I picked an appropriate shirt
with pleated slacks
and nice shoes
I used my left hand to reach for everything
at every store, and to pay, and to get the change
My sleeve sliding up; The watch is elegant
I tried to not talk much
so I could seem eloquent
at least by appearance
As well as leaving the sleeves
just low enough
to hide my tattoos
And I understand, now
what you see in me
Besides the jeans ...
(I know what you're doing)
I picked an appropriate shirt
with pleated slacks
and nice shoes
I used my left hand to reach for everything
at every store, and to pay, and to get the change
My sleeve sliding up; The watch is elegant
I tried to not talk much
so I could seem eloquent
at least by appearance
As well as leaving the sleeves
just low enough
to hide my tattoos
And I understand, now
what you see in me
Besides the jeans ...
#hope
#love
#strength
401 reads
31 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2025 2:28am
9th Feb 2025 2:28am
We Are Islands
We are islands, all
with our peninsulas and coves
With our forks in the road
that are really wishbones
Tugged at, by the piraticals
who want us to be their havens
while they recover from their scourging
from their touted opulent lives
Perhaps burying their treasure
within our dunes, before they go;
Memories mostly, and leaving us
with the short side of the wishbone
As the gold within good thoughts is worthless
to the truly alone
When nothing is left to spend it on
~
Perhaps I wished long enough ...
with our peninsulas and coves
With our forks in the road
that are really wishbones
Tugged at, by the piraticals
who want us to be their havens
while they recover from their scourging
from their touted opulent lives
Perhaps burying their treasure
within our dunes, before they go;
Memories mostly, and leaving us
with the short side of the wishbone
As the gold within good thoughts is worthless
to the truly alone
When nothing is left to spend it on
~
Perhaps I wished long enough ...
#happiness
#hope
#love
238 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2025 2:17am
6th Feb 2025 2:17am
Watching The Fire
Getting it started was so easy
with a will of its own
(the way of nature and things)
We brought the kindling
and thus, we had fire
Keeping it going was no problem
So energetic, we sweated
yet tirelessly fed its hunger
Feeding the flames its constant needs
Because of what it gave us;
Making love in the still of night
and watching the fire
in the reflection of our crystal eyes
~
For all of our toils
we now had a house
to protect our fire
from its very mother ...
with a will of its own
(the way of nature and things)
We brought the kindling
and thus, we had fire
Keeping it going was no problem
So energetic, we sweated
yet tirelessly fed its hunger
Feeding the flames its constant needs
Because of what it gave us;
Making love in the still of night
and watching the fire
in the reflection of our crystal eyes
~
For all of our toils
we now had a house
to protect our fire
from its very mother ...
#despair
#sadness
212 reads
21 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jan 2025 1:23am
15th Jan 2025 1:23am
Beautiful Ache Of Dawn
Still under the influence of blankets,
I'm grading these aches
on a curve; Yours.
That tell me my fate
-My destiny, this morning.
~
Dawn
means the night is gone.
Yet daybreak is lingering, on hold.
For I have no bodily energy left
to accept a bright uprising.
'Cept my hand, upon your shoulder
as you still embrace a dream,
of perhaps a reenactment
of our hours long skirmish.
When we pitted love against desire
and called it a tie.
Still, this bliss feels like victory, ...
I'm grading these aches
on a curve; Yours.
That tell me my fate
-My destiny, this morning.
~
Dawn
means the night is gone.
Yet daybreak is lingering, on hold.
For I have no bodily energy left
to accept a bright uprising.
'Cept my hand, upon your shoulder
as you still embrace a dream,
of perhaps a reenactment
of our hours long skirmish.
When we pitted love against desire
and called it a tie.
Still, this bliss feels like victory, ...
#happiness
#love
262 reads
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2024 2:19am
23rd Dec 2024 2:19am
Adjacent Fires
Dreams are like sermons from false prophets
Grasping for that grain of truth
within a mind full of grandeur
Indeed, if it wakes me
I may jot down key words
around the edges of the current page
within my bible
That lays upon the nightstand
beside the bed
That word; Holy, glaring like a mockery
So I never close the book, to expose the cover
to my lifetime sins
when I'd digress from each commandment
Just to wait and see
if I get to wake up in the mornings
~ ...
Grasping for that grain of truth
within a mind full of grandeur
Indeed, if it wakes me
I may jot down key words
around the edges of the current page
within my bible
That lays upon the nightstand
beside the bed
That word; Holy, glaring like a mockery
So I never close the book, to expose the cover
to my lifetime sins
when I'd digress from each commandment
Just to wait and see
if I get to wake up in the mornings
~ ...
#hope
#redemption
479 reads
22 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Dec 2024 10:54pm
15th Dec 2024 10:54pm
Red Skirt
Is this the awake...
Sprawled like so,
as with death, she sleeps
I'd think she left with it.
Eyes closed, but flitting
as her legs were
the first night we met
Now, as not one thing of her moves,
I watch my last kiss dry
slow, upon the shadowed curve
of her breast
Her skirt, the same one
that flick-flocked across my path
just days ago, now wraps
like a smock, over
the bony back of my chair
I bunch it up; All the flowers
that it smells like
All the flowers that it...
Sprawled like so,
as with death, she sleeps
I'd think she left with it.
Eyes closed, but flitting
as her legs were
the first night we met
Now, as not one thing of her moves,
I watch my last kiss dry
slow, upon the shadowed curve
of her breast
Her skirt, the same one
that flick-flocked across my path
just days ago, now wraps
like a smock, over
the bony back of my chair
I bunch it up; All the flowers
that it smells like
All the flowers that it...
#lover
#lust
488 reads
17 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2024 1:49am
27th Nov 2024 1:49am
Not Yet Swans
We were fooled last week
when so many things outside
were tipped in green
And though darkness is
your favorite color,
you disrobed from it
and kicked it under the bed
As you accepted Spring
to your bosom
as you shook your hair back
and offered your throat
to the kiss of something
renewing
all of your tips to pink
At first, I felt like a bird
fidgeting upon your window ledge
(edge of the bed)
I suffered the settling
for at least bread crumbs
Two pieces, ...
when so many things outside
were tipped in green
And though darkness is
your favorite color,
you disrobed from it
and kicked it under the bed
As you accepted Spring
to your bosom
as you shook your hair back
and offered your throat
to the kiss of something
renewing
all of your tips to pink
At first, I felt like a bird
fidgeting upon your window ledge
(edge of the bed)
I suffered the settling
for at least bread crumbs
Two pieces, ...
#bittersweet
#LongDistanceRelationship
#separation
405 reads
30 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Oct 2024 1:04am
27th Oct 2024 1:04am
Wayward Poets
Someone goes out early, every morning
to make sure that the welcome mat
is free of leaves
Or during winter, of snow
There's a key, under the mat, but
the door has never been locked
There's always someone
coming or going
To this old, white concrete house
atop the edge of a cliff
-Looks like a fingernail at the end
of a crackled finger
of the old man mountain
Pointing down towards the valley
Those that look up, thinking
is it choosing me
But it's not a path
for the weak hearted
...
to make sure that the welcome mat
is free of leaves
Or during winter, of snow
There's a key, under the mat, but
the door has never been locked
There's always someone
coming or going
To this old, white concrete house
atop the edge of a cliff
-Looks like a fingernail at the end
of a crackled finger
of the old man mountain
Pointing down towards the valley
Those that look up, thinking
is it choosing me
But it's not a path
for the weak hearted
...
#admiration
#happiness
#motivational
292 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Oct 2024 1:59am
21st Oct 2024 1:59am
Between Hurricanes
There's nothing romantic
about dying together.
There are those minutes
where one goes first,
leaving the other to suffer
the agony of what they loved most
is gone.
Staring at the corpse
of love removed,
and then waiting their turn.
Morbid then; I'd want you
to die before me.
Your pain would cease first
and it would bleed into me,
as I held you tightly.
I'd then die doubly weighted,
with our goodbyes
and emotions turmoiled.
And that's okay.
I'd cross my arms
over my chest ...
about dying together.
There are those minutes
where one goes first,
leaving the other to suffer
the agony of what they loved most
is gone.
Staring at the corpse
of love removed,
and then waiting their turn.
Morbid then; I'd want you
to die before me.
Your pain would cease first
and it would bleed into me,
as I held you tightly.
I'd then die doubly weighted,
with our goodbyes
and emotions turmoiled.
And that's okay.
I'd cross my arms
over my chest ...
#love
#storm
621 reads
35 Comments
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