Submissions by Styxian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't take for granted that Cupid's arrow is a goddamn arrow...
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2022 4:52pm
7th Aug 2022 4:52pm
Hopscotch Lines
A long haired girl
with a light blue dress
jumps across hopscotch'd lines.
Every bound blinds me
as I lose her, in the sky
Then, clouds ground her
Grey turns the day
As upon the tin roof
begin the taps
of the drumming rain
With that steady beat
we dance upon the concrete porch
With seven colors of chalk
strewn across its slate.
I marvel, at how
little girls build their worlds
in primarily bright shades
Seven sides then, to this day
Born into a rainy life
As...
with a light blue dress
jumps across hopscotch'd lines.
Every bound blinds me
as I lose her, in the sky
Then, clouds ground her
Grey turns the day
As upon the tin roof
begin the taps
of the drumming rain
With that steady beat
we dance upon the concrete porch
With seven colors of chalk
strewn across its slate.
I marvel, at how
little girls build their worlds
in primarily bright shades
Seven sides then, to this day
Born into a rainy life
As...
#separation
#daughter
#responsibility
107 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Aug 2022 1:18am
5th Aug 2022 1:18am
Listen
Listen, and I shall speak
Of lovers' days, nights, weeks.
Bowing heads, in cradled hands
Fighting the fading, greying plans.
To lift themselves, above the game
Of everyday, of all the same.
Like a book reread, yet a page unturned
Like a match unlit, but feeling burned.
Forgetting how, to touch within
They kiss lips dry, an inch from skin.
They hear the words, but miss the shout
Of a lover lonely, and calling out.
They turn to sleep, they face the wall
Never seeing, the other at all.
Lying there, with open...
Of lovers' days, nights, weeks.
Bowing heads, in cradled hands
Fighting the fading, greying plans.
To lift themselves, above the game
Of everyday, of all the same.
Like a book reread, yet a page unturned
Like a match unlit, but feeling burned.
Forgetting how, to touch within
They kiss lips dry, an inch from skin.
They hear the words, but miss the shout
Of a lover lonely, and calling out.
They turn to sleep, they face the wall
Never seeing, the other at all.
Lying there, with open...
#regret
#frustration
#emptiness
91 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jul 2022 4:48pm
31st Jul 2022 4:48pm
Tin Man
the sound of the toilet flushing woke me
then the bathroom sink faucet.
i laid there imagining she's
checking her face and hair in the mirror
-still probably good enough.
we'll see, after coffee
i'm a mess of bones and hair myself
i practice my morning smile
so when she opens the door
i don't look half bad.
hopefully i was worth it
of course she leaves the light on
briefly, silhouetting herself
and making me look like
roadkill in headlights
on this now desolate bed
i slam my eyes shut
like...
then the bathroom sink faucet.
i laid there imagining she's
checking her face and hair in the mirror
-still probably good enough.
we'll see, after coffee
i'm a mess of bones and hair myself
i practice my morning smile
so when she opens the door
i don't look half bad.
hopefully i was worth it
of course she leaves the light on
briefly, silhouetting herself
and making me look like
roadkill in headlights
on this now desolate bed
i slam my eyes shut
like...
#lover
85 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jul 2022 2:37am
29th Jul 2022 2:37am
This Garden
Lilacs in odor, to recall the perfume
of maiden's amore, in her casting room
Velvet and violet, tender but today
-for each casts its memory away.
Roses thick, with pink and blush
-a just kissed cheek, the stolen rush
When courage meant to quickly steal
this budding flower, and grant it, real.
Tulips tipping, to the dew, please sate
this thirst begins, if passion wanes
And drunkards, we, crushing vines
sucking our fingers, of green-grape wines.
-Tis a natural thing for me
this garden, I grow for thee.
...
of maiden's amore, in her casting room
Velvet and violet, tender but today
-for each casts its memory away.
Roses thick, with pink and blush
-a just kissed cheek, the stolen rush
When courage meant to quickly steal
this budding flower, and grant it, real.
Tulips tipping, to the dew, please sate
this thirst begins, if passion wanes
And drunkards, we, crushing vines
sucking our fingers, of green-grape wines.
-Tis a natural thing for me
this garden, I grow for thee.
...
#happiness
89 reads
8 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
24th Jul 2022 11:05pm
24th Jul 2022 11:05pm
Sun Flower
(The only flowers we ever planted)
When me and Bonnie were twelve, the freckles on her face held her cheeks high. Like sunflowers towards the sky. Then we turned thirteen, and the differences began. Our eyes became wide, not knowing where all to look. At fourteen, things fit how they may. Clinging though, to emotions we never got from our homes. We shared our bodies for the hugs, at first. It was the closest thing to love. And no one ever looked for us.
That was decades ago. During a night, back then, she had moved away. I'd woken up one morning and walked...
When me and Bonnie were twelve, the freckles on her face held her cheeks high. Like sunflowers towards the sky. Then we turned thirteen, and the differences began. Our eyes became wide, not knowing where all to look. At fourteen, things fit how they may. Clinging though, to emotions we never got from our homes. We shared our bodies for the hugs, at first. It was the closest thing to love. And no one ever looked for us.
That was decades ago. During a night, back then, she had moved away. I'd woken up one morning and walked...
#FirstLove
143 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2022 2:41am
22nd Jul 2022 2:41am
Melody
When the roses lose their color
And the minstrels no longer play,
I'll sing you a melody
To put the sun into your day.
When the knights aren't so gallant
And the stars no longer shine
I'll take you from that emptiness
And give you dreams divine.
When the sparrows pass by your window
And the nights refuse to end,
I'll fill the hours with poetry
And love within the satin.
But the roses still have their color
The stars still shine for you to see
Sparrows dance upon...
And the minstrels no longer play,
I'll sing you a melody
To put the sun into your day.
When the knights aren't so gallant
And the stars no longer shine
I'll take you from that emptiness
And give you dreams divine.
When the sparrows pass by your window
And the nights refuse to end,
I'll fill the hours with poetry
And love within the satin.
But the roses still have their color
The stars still shine for you to see
Sparrows dance upon...
#kindness
#inspirational
150 reads
21 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2022 00:13am
17th Jul 2022 00:13am
Borrower's Rock
Our love arrived, on a turtle's back
as we tossed the ball
with our beach-gang friends
It followed us
as we walked to Mabel's store
for a soda and smokes
As our friends kicked sand
and cursed our discovery
I remember you talking
about all sorts of nothings
While I all of the sudden
saw you differently
In those words of yours, was something
And you, the quick light
in such grey moments
asked "What?"
I feigned deaf, and dumb
And said "Oh,...
as we tossed the ball
with our beach-gang friends
It followed us
as we walked to Mabel's store
for a soda and smokes
As our friends kicked sand
and cursed our discovery
I remember you talking
about all sorts of nothings
While I all of the sudden
saw you differently
In those words of yours, was something
And you, the quick light
in such grey moments
asked "What?"
I feigned deaf, and dumb
And said "Oh,...
#fate
171 reads
17 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jul 2022 2:19am
15th Jul 2022 2:19am
Protection
A tiger-head tattoo
stares toward your chin
It moves when you do
lifting a cigarette
to your well indulged grin
Left arm carries the scar
under paint and ink
Some colors often hidden
between your folds and the blink
-such eyes burning orange
away from the black
No one else has lips
that can lull me right back
with the growl
of a tigress
You drop your robe
and bind your hair with a band
We make love against the sink
as you lean on one hand
-back along the mirror ...
stares toward your chin
It moves when you do
lifting a cigarette
to your well indulged grin
Left arm carries the scar
under paint and ink
Some colors often hidden
between your folds and the blink
-such eyes burning orange
away from the black
No one else has lips
that can lull me right back
with the growl
of a tigress
You drop your robe
and bind your hair with a band
We make love against the sink
as you lean on one hand
-back along the mirror ...
#lover
128 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2022 3:14pm
10th Jul 2022 3:14pm
Peace, Before I Die
Early morning, dawnlight
unfolds the wrinkles, from our
tightly pressed night
Now showered, lavender laced,
you stand by the kitchen sink
Washing plums, rivaling
their sheen
You lean, opening the window
to let the birdsong's chime
the day's awakening
And I can see your places
where I went
The road back, is but
a moment's drag
on this first cigarette
You lean, aware of me
I see your places, I trace your map
Spaghetti straps,
where my nervously chewed fingernails
caught on your...
unfolds the wrinkles, from our
tightly pressed night
Now showered, lavender laced,
you stand by the kitchen sink
Washing plums, rivaling
their sheen
You lean, opening the window
to let the birdsong's chime
the day's awakening
And I can see your places
where I went
The road back, is but
a moment's drag
on this first cigarette
You lean, aware of me
I see your places, I trace your map
Spaghetti straps,
where my nervously chewed fingernails
caught on your...
#happiness
#admiration
167 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2022 3:42am
8th Jul 2022 3:42am
Blessed
Tell me about your favorite lover"
What is there to say
I can't talk and stare
As your chest, calming but
still rising and falling
with the flutter of your heart
Rapid, like a hummingbird
And wearing my shirt, like
a shroud of indecency
The buttons are only decoration
their purpose unneeded
On me, it's just a shirt
Upon you; A cover for artwork
about to be moved again
Favorite lover?
Now, I try to recall
was whatever one
was less stale bread
Their memory crumbling
as fast as...
What is there to say
I can't talk and stare
As your chest, calming but
still rising and falling
with the flutter of your heart
Rapid, like a hummingbird
And wearing my shirt, like
a shroud of indecency
The buttons are only decoration
their purpose unneeded
On me, it's just a shirt
Upon you; A cover for artwork
about to be moved again
Favorite lover?
Now, I try to recall
was whatever one
was less stale bread
Their memory crumbling
as fast as...
#happiness
#emotions
170 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2022 4:08pm
3rd Jul 2022 4:08pm
Chaos
I don't understand
what good I am
to you
if you slice me into slivers
with those historic eyes
Hate the fuck out of me
as long as you can
-As long as you fuck
the hate out of me
Make me bigger
with your wide eyed approach
Catch me off guard
this one time
And I will submit
to your questioning thighs
Am I in, or out
I guess it's all
upon me
to be upon you
one more time
I will throw away
the cookie jars
I will suck only
your salt
Friction in our mouths ...
what good I am
to you
if you slice me into slivers
with those historic eyes
Hate the fuck out of me
as long as you can
-As long as you fuck
the hate out of me
Make me bigger
with your wide eyed approach
Catch me off guard
this one time
And I will submit
to your questioning thighs
Am I in, or out
I guess it's all
upon me
to be upon you
one more time
I will throw away
the cookie jars
I will suck only
your salt
Friction in our mouths ...
#lust
#lover
#passion
251 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2022 2:50pm
2nd Jul 2022 2:50pm
September
September is the Springtime
for our love
The leaves changing hues
then they fall, nonchalantly
We dress them in our hair
like Mercury's cap
as if wings, to aid our escape
before life's Winter
Just as well,
we change our perspectives
I would swear the sky is clearer
the air, much crisper
as I breathe in this season
My lungs expanding
because I'm a bit prouder
I'm changing, but with you
Kicking the leaves
these scattered remnants
of the trees many colors
Now naked, the tree seems...
for our love
The leaves changing hues
then they fall, nonchalantly
We dress them in our hair
like Mercury's cap
as if wings, to aid our escape
before life's Winter
Just as well,
we change our perspectives
I would swear the sky is clearer
the air, much crisper
as I breathe in this season
My lungs expanding
because I'm a bit prouder
I'm changing, but with you
Kicking the leaves
these scattered remnants
of the trees many colors
Now naked, the tree seems...
#happiness
#gratitude
118 reads
8 Comments
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