Submissions by Styxian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't take for granted that Cupid's arrow is a goddamn arrow...
Inheritance (Daydreamer)
I inherited the best part of my father;
The heart of a dreamer
Those who do not dream
when awake, and aware
can never understand
how we justify a day
of "doing nothing"
They do not see the results
of how our hearts are lifted
Or the difference in our eyes
when we perceive things
a little higher
on our spectrum
They don't see where we went today;
Back in time, or forward
Nor can they comprehend
what we've done
to fix the things in our pasts ...
The heart of a dreamer
Those who do not dream
when awake, and aware
can never understand
how we justify a day
of "doing nothing"
They do not see the results
of how our hearts are lifted
Or the difference in our eyes
when we perceive things
a little higher
on our spectrum
They don't see where we went today;
Back in time, or forward
Nor can they comprehend
what we've done
to fix the things in our pasts ...
#father
#memories
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Autumn Words, During
Our summer poems are put away
one of yours for every one of mine
Shuffled, like the deck
of a fortune teller's cards
in a yellow binder
-Was
until we drew flowers and cartoon faces
and some (quite imperfect, limping) animals
all over the cover
Our fingers weren't skilled for such art
not with exuberance pulsating them
Yet they worked well upon
one another's skin
There we were, then;
Caught each other undressed
without our words to cover us
But damn if our eyes weren't pages ...
one of yours for every one of mine
Shuffled, like the deck
of a fortune teller's cards
in a yellow binder
-Was
until we drew flowers and cartoon faces
and some (quite imperfect, limping) animals
all over the cover
Our fingers weren't skilled for such art
not with exuberance pulsating them
Yet they worked well upon
one another's skin
There we were, then;
Caught each other undressed
without our words to cover us
But damn if our eyes weren't pages ...
#lover
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Day With Dad
They say you can't quite return
to the old home again,
it won't be the same.
But what I think is meant
is that you dragged it behind you
when you left, years ago.
So if you ever return,
it's been spread thin behind you.
-Like a kite tail
that does its own wind dance,
regardless of where the kite leads.
Sure, it follows a pattern
but not always exactly.
~
I went to dad's.
He is dying again
on his third false alarm.
They keep laying him down
and he keeps standing up. ...
to the old home again,
it won't be the same.
But what I think is meant
is that you dragged it behind you
when you left, years ago.
So if you ever return,
it's been spread thin behind you.
-Like a kite tail
that does its own wind dance,
regardless of where the kite leads.
Sure, it follows a pattern
but not always exactly.
~
I went to dad's.
He is dying again
on his third false alarm.
They keep laying him down
and he keeps standing up. ...
#father
#memories
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Dark Horse
I was thirty, when I was ten.
~
When you anointed me, with fists
it caused me a crown
When the points brought blood
you drew liquid red slashes
upon my downturned cheeks
Then you paraded me around the room
pulling me along by my matted hair
With each stumble, reminding me
that if I fell yet again
I wouldn't walk anymore that day
As fear would cause me to stay
down
The oddest part, including the other things
was how the lights were always on
and always during the day ...
~
When you anointed me, with fists
it caused me a crown
When the points brought blood
you drew liquid red slashes
upon my downturned cheeks
Then you paraded me around the room
pulling me along by my matted hair
With each stumble, reminding me
that if I fell yet again
I wouldn't walk anymore that day
As fear would cause me to stay
down
The oddest part, including the other things
was how the lights were always on
and always during the day ...
#abuse
#escape
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Heaven Takes Away
Back then...
My granny had said that I was a particular child.
How I spent too much time questioning all
of the unreasonable things.
That I was tiresome to her,
when she'd take me to church, and
I wouldn't sit still while listening
to the nonsense of some mortal man
on a stage.
Because I could talk to God anytime,
without that interpreter giving me
his own version.
I'd tell granny, God doesn't see it that way.
She'd just shush me, sometimes handing me
a half-stick of gum to occupy my time. ...
My granny had said that I was a particular child.
How I spent too much time questioning all
of the unreasonable things.
That I was tiresome to her,
when she'd take me to church, and
I wouldn't sit still while listening
to the nonsense of some mortal man
on a stage.
Because I could talk to God anytime,
without that interpreter giving me
his own version.
I'd tell granny, God doesn't see it that way.
She'd just shush me, sometimes handing me
a half-stick of gum to occupy my time. ...
#fate
#spiritual
#philosophical
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The Rose Of Hearts
No doubt that the earth is round,
it rolls on, oblivious to my travel.
Without a rocket, I've walked
the no ways of this planet,
even just to touch the moon.
To say it's a real thing,
like all these months loving you.
I didn't know how heavy
that moon would be.
I know it is full of things
that people dream about
when they're alone.
And the day the moon
finally gets weary, and
I'm there to pick it up
like it's a tired dog,
full and sated all the same, ...
it rolls on, oblivious to my travel.
Without a rocket, I've walked
the no ways of this planet,
even just to touch the moon.
To say it's a real thing,
like all these months loving you.
I didn't know how heavy
that moon would be.
I know it is full of things
that people dream about
when they're alone.
And the day the moon
finally gets weary, and
I'm there to pick it up
like it's a tired dog,
full and sated all the same, ...
#happiness
#love
#courage
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9/11 (A Garden...)
"A Garden For Your Ghost"
The day you left, Autumn went with you.
It was Winter right away
-The city kind. Snow falls heavy, and gray.
Snowmen slouch to their knees in muck,
while I stood in the archway
of a cracked-face store,
staring at the sky
and waiting for the rain.
-Waiting for you to walk up
and show me that you're okay.
I know, in the illogic of my heart
that you've not gone.
You simply left to follow the sun.
I know, as I fall to the fate of sleep,
that you stir awake. ...
The day you left, Autumn went with you.
It was Winter right away
-The city kind. Snow falls heavy, and gray.
Snowmen slouch to their knees in muck,
while I stood in the archway
of a cracked-face store,
staring at the sky
and waiting for the rain.
-Waiting for you to walk up
and show me that you're okay.
I know, in the illogic of my heart
that you've not gone.
You simply left to follow the sun.
I know, as I fall to the fate of sleep,
that you stir awake. ...
#sadness
#grief
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Moon Lotus
When we made the bed with the new linens
(Yes, they are beautiful)
the red of them hinted to us
to be devils in a searing depth
But the moon fought for your skin
as I slid the sheet down your hip
As my hand spread the praise of that pale light
down your ribs, to the cove
where your hip bones curve forward
Where my mouth opened, in that shadow
and whispered of what's to come;
Springing a river, for your lotus.
The moon has side-stepped,
reached the corner of the window ...
(Yes, they are beautiful)
the red of them hinted to us
to be devils in a searing depth
But the moon fought for your skin
as I slid the sheet down your hip
As my hand spread the praise of that pale light
down your ribs, to the cove
where your hip bones curve forward
Where my mouth opened, in that shadow
and whispered of what's to come;
Springing a river, for your lotus.
The moon has side-stepped,
reached the corner of the window ...
#happiness
#gratitude
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Lordess
I never expected heaven
I lie content in the shade of hell.
Pale woman, moon bathed
in milky ways of night
Your eyes pour, flowing
liquid pools of light
Wings of one feather stretch
grasps the branch of tree
Your legs lift you higher
to pin me to your wing
Precious feather, you hide it well
Your cut I bleed from is dark as hell
I look wide eyed, but there is no scar
for it never wounds, where we are
Earthly rites, we danced for storms
For thunder to rise ...
I lie content in the shade of hell.
Pale woman, moon bathed
in milky ways of night
Your eyes pour, flowing
liquid pools of light
Wings of one feather stretch
grasps the branch of tree
Your legs lift you higher
to pin me to your wing
Precious feather, you hide it well
Your cut I bleed from is dark as hell
I look wide eyed, but there is no scar
for it never wounds, where we are
Earthly rites, we danced for storms
For thunder to rise ...
#erotic
#lover
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Adelphina
Upon my heart, a gentle tapping
of two lovebirds uncaged
Their wings overlapping
Beckoned forth, my desire's true
Have faith in that it beats for you
Surrounded in flutters, quickly centered
The hum of love so surely entered
to my ready heart, to grasp ahold
of these truths revealed, to unfold
In a song of joy, it's one of faith
that within this passion, it's love we make
Rise, my Adelphina
I see your love's a phoenix
You're etched from rainbows' every ribbon
You're the angel born for my religion
As...
of two lovebirds uncaged
Their wings overlapping
Beckoned forth, my desire's true
Have faith in that it beats for you
Surrounded in flutters, quickly centered
The hum of love so surely entered
to my ready heart, to grasp ahold
of these truths revealed, to unfold
In a song of joy, it's one of faith
that within this passion, it's love we make
Rise, my Adelphina
I see your love's a phoenix
You're etched from rainbows' every ribbon
You're the angel born for my religion
As...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
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Word Of Mouth
I learned early;
If you can't read the writing on the wall,
it's because you're standing
too close to the wall.
Staying back, there's knowledge in distance.
Because intimacy brings a different awareness,
when my words have my mouth to hamper
any given wisdom.
So it's best to be quiet, while eyes collide
within or without, understanding.
It's easy to speak when I'm cold.
I can sit with all who shiver,
as my stutter blends with theirs,
blaming the current predicament.
Language is an evolution ...
If you can't read the writing on the wall,
it's because you're standing
too close to the wall.
Staying back, there's knowledge in distance.
Because intimacy brings a different awareness,
when my words have my mouth to hamper
any given wisdom.
So it's best to be quiet, while eyes collide
within or without, understanding.
It's easy to speak when I'm cold.
I can sit with all who shiver,
as my stutter blends with theirs,
blaming the current predicament.
Language is an evolution ...
#kindness
#romantic
#patience
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17 Comments
Softest Lightning
Forgive my clumsiness,
my stumbling while staring.
I claim it happens all the time.
It doesn't.
I've never tripped so much before,
because my armor has never fallen
to my feet.
Never, has such a combination
of a feminine smile
and curious eyes unraveled
the mental bindings
that knotted my hopes.
As your hands cater
to every nerve of mine,
reminding me that yes,
I'm still alive
even on the outside.
The red veiled curtain
tenderizes the middle hours
of the night.
My apology for waking you ...
my stumbling while staring.
I claim it happens all the time.
It doesn't.
I've never tripped so much before,
because my armor has never fallen
to my feet.
Never, has such a combination
of a feminine smile
and curious eyes unraveled
the mental bindings
that knotted my hopes.
As your hands cater
to every nerve of mine,
reminding me that yes,
I'm still alive
even on the outside.
The red veiled curtain
tenderizes the middle hours
of the night.
My apology for waking you ...
#happiness
#love
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