Submissions by Styxian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't take for granted that Cupid's arrow is a goddamn arrow...
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
182 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Dec 2024 10:47pm
15th Dec 2024 10:47pm
Battle Of Self
Just a scratch;
A tortured soul.
Just a scar;
Torched your soul.
~~~
A tortured soul.
Just a scar;
Torched your soul.
~~~
#PowerOfWords
87 reads
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
230 reads
30 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Nov 2024 1:32am
14th Nov 2024 1:32am
Snake!!!
Just a picture of the snake I caught at work. It's a black racer. Totally harmless to people, yet eat rodents and other (some harmful!) Snakes .
Yes, I let it go after a few minutes. It kinda blended well with my arm tatts. Lol.
No, I'm obviously not scared of any snakes. I was raised around them. My stepmother was the snake lady in the circus back in the day. I've held cobras even. What!
Yes, I let it go after a few minutes. It kinda blended well with my arm tatts. Lol.
No, I'm obviously not scared of any snakes. I was raised around them. My stepmother was the snake lady in the circus back in the day. I've held cobras even. What!
#nature
222 reads
27 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
208 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
475 reads
35 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2024 1:19am
6th Sep 2024 1:19am
Birthday Suit
I tried to iron it
with my eyes, that morning
before I picked you up at the airport.
I stood in front of the mirror
and judged what you would see.
That is, perhaps, if our subconscious selves
and our secretly screaming, run away selves
could agree that the scrutiny
that we can't ever wash off,
would be worth the risk or not
of should've stayed clothed.
All of my scars are guarded now
by dragon tattoos.
They've almost always slept through pain
because they were born in it.
And sometimes that fire ...
with my eyes, that morning
before I picked you up at the airport.
I stood in front of the mirror
and judged what you would see.
That is, perhaps, if our subconscious selves
and our secretly screaming, run away selves
could agree that the scrutiny
that we can't ever wash off,
would be worth the risk or not
of should've stayed clothed.
All of my scars are guarded now
by dragon tattoos.
They've almost always slept through pain
because they were born in it.
And sometimes that fire ...
#happiness
#inspirational
#love
292 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2024 00:58am
6th Sep 2024 00:58am
Visions Of September
It is the Autumn, of your eyes
I see them clear, I know them wise...
On Spring's green hill, we danced amongst pine
sprouting up and about, in pure sunshine
We spun our arms, we held on fast
impatient feet slipping, on dew-dipped grass
We fell together, two lovers too young
to love anything more, than having fun
We chewed on weeds and stared at the sky
layed amongst creatures too small to try
To see for themselves what all we've seen
a sun that wakens us, to the awe of Spring
...
I see them clear, I know them wise...
On Spring's green hill, we danced amongst pine
sprouting up and about, in pure sunshine
We spun our arms, we held on fast
impatient feet slipping, on dew-dipped grass
We fell together, two lovers too young
to love anything more, than having fun
We chewed on weeds and stared at the sky
layed amongst creatures too small to try
To see for themselves what all we've seen
a sun that wakens us, to the awe of Spring
...
#fall
#spring
#summer #winter
#summer #winter
258 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Aug 2024 2:45am
14th Aug 2024 2:45am
Spoon
My lover and I are swirling
Blended by the spoon
I cradle her, within
the cups of my hands
As we spill together
into soup
Our aromas mixed in chaos
of steam and scent
and sighs and sweat
Oils for brewing
our decadence
I sipped on a caught hair
one of her twenty thousand strands
-Long ebony tresses
of my cinnamon bride
She brushed it aside
from my lips
and we kissed
like beggars
on succulent mouthfuls
of generous flesh
We glow in naked pride
as shimmering lovers ...
Blended by the spoon
I cradle her, within
the cups of my hands
As we spill together
into soup
Our aromas mixed in chaos
of steam and scent
and sighs and sweat
Oils for brewing
our decadence
I sipped on a caught hair
one of her twenty thousand strands
-Long ebony tresses
of my cinnamon bride
She brushed it aside
from my lips
and we kissed
like beggars
on succulent mouthfuls
of generous flesh
We glow in naked pride
as shimmering lovers ...
#lover
#lust
#passion
743 reads
29 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Jul 2024 1:27am
31st Jul 2024 1:27am
Nova, Far
I didn't want to write a love poem
It was more like trying
to put flowers into the empty pots
that dot my life
Filling those spaces with lovely things
(Thoughts of you)
and hope for the days
to burst full
My words may seem
like simple copper coins
tossed, towards your luxurious fountain
But they will still shine
when deep within your well
of patience and faith
And I will keep trying
so that they add up
to a ticket for flight
for your return
During these uncertain times ...
It was more like trying
to put flowers into the empty pots
that dot my life
Filling those spaces with lovely things
(Thoughts of you)
and hope for the days
to burst full
My words may seem
like simple copper coins
tossed, towards your luxurious fountain
But they will still shine
when deep within your well
of patience and faith
And I will keep trying
so that they add up
to a ticket for flight
for your return
During these uncertain times ...
#happiness
#love
#strength
479 reads
21 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2024 2:06am
1st Jul 2024 2:06am
Baby Ducks
#dark
#frustration
264 reads
20 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2024 3:44pm
16th Jun 2024 3:44pm
My Father's Day
When I was twelve, I was nothing like my dad. He was tall, dark, muscular. His eyes were crystal blue swords, that could cut a man in half. Or slice the clothes off of a woman. He was formidable but mellow. Until he lost his temper, and then the bull within him was released. It was always red.
Myself, at twelve years old, was everything opposite. I was undersized and short, compared to other boys my age. I had already had two major surgeries by two years old, and a few accidents. So it seemed like I was collecting scars like big centipedes upon my body. I was also developing some kind...
Myself, at twelve years old, was everything opposite. I was undersized and short, compared to other boys my age. I had already had two major surgeries by two years old, and a few accidents. So it seemed like I was collecting scars like big centipedes upon my body. I was also developing some kind...
#admiration
#gratitude
#strength
370 reads
33 Comments
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