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
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
219 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
182 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
609 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
367 reads
21 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2024 2:06am
1st Jul 2024 2:06am
Baby Ducks
#dark
#frustration
204 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
340 reads
33 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2024 1:41am
7th Jun 2024 1:41am
Conquistadora
Some of us are born
to be fireflies.
With our random light, in the dark,
it can seem aimless.
Some people complain
even as they chase us.
They think we're playing games.
But we're just trying to get by.
They want to pull off our wings
and our legs,
to make us into ornaments.
I guess there's worse fates
when it's time
to fade away.
I think the first word
I ever learned to say
was goodbye.
And it keeps being the last ...
to be fireflies.
With our random light, in the dark,
it can seem aimless.
Some people complain
even as they chase us.
They think we're playing games.
But we're just trying to get by.
They want to pull off our wings
and our legs,
to make us into ornaments.
I guess there's worse fates
when it's time
to fade away.
I think the first word
I ever learned to say
was goodbye.
And it keeps being the last ...
#happiness
#love
#strength
399 reads
36 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2024 2:57am
28th May 2024 2:57am
...
"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.
...
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.
...
#happiness
#love
717 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2024 9:46pm
19th May 2024 9:46pm
Get Me To The Quiet
It's the chaos that was easy
Within the turmoil
is where I've earned my keep.
I've applied;
But on my resume'
I crossed out lover
and wrote in fighter
just to stay busy.
I didn't realize how
I carried old trauma around
like rocks in my sling
Bludgeoning things, not to kill
But to soften them up
to make them chewable
Not to swallow
But to spit back out
at one's feet
Mocking their antics
of imitation love.
Later, retrospecting
Forgiving them;
They knew not how...
...
Within the turmoil
is where I've earned my keep.
I've applied;
But on my resume'
I crossed out lover
and wrote in fighter
just to stay busy.
I didn't realize how
I carried old trauma around
like rocks in my sling
Bludgeoning things, not to kill
But to soften them up
to make them chewable
Not to swallow
But to spit back out
at one's feet
Mocking their antics
of imitation love.
Later, retrospecting
Forgiving them;
They knew not how...
...
#hope
#kindness
#love
392 reads
31 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th May 2024 2:57am
5th May 2024 2:57am
Box Cutter
Before all the motions
there is the long hello
Wading through emotions
and getting to know
what's inside
before the plunge
into another life
Seems like
being resurrected virgins
When nerves scatter your senses
and experiences
So you start from scratch
As a first touch
upon the surface
How your head is tilted
subconsciously, wanting
the kiss to be
the perfect beginning
This is the movie where
the boy gets the girl
right away
and the credits will roll ...
there is the long hello
Wading through emotions
and getting to know
what's inside
before the plunge
into another life
Seems like
being resurrected virgins
When nerves scatter your senses
and experiences
So you start from scratch
As a first touch
upon the surface
How your head is tilted
subconsciously, wanting
the kiss to be
the perfect beginning
This is the movie where
the boy gets the girl
right away
and the credits will roll ...
#passion
#sex
569 reads
36 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2024 00:03am
29th Apr 2024 00:03am
Monarch And Moth
The sun is the phoenix
and the monarch are created
with it's falling feathers
Those orange embers
cooling sporadic, black
Not much left inflamed
from the stern love
of that hot headed mother
Just a by the way, here's some
incidental butterflies
Moths are the chipped pieces
fragments of the moon
(Those holes in it's face
that form a grimace)
Astral concrete caterpillars
that confetti dull, down
until the night air
softens their edges
into frayed wings
Enough to feign flight ...
and the monarch are created
with it's falling feathers
Those orange embers
cooling sporadic, black
Not much left inflamed
from the stern love
of that hot headed mother
Just a by the way, here's some
incidental butterflies
Moths are the chipped pieces
fragments of the moon
(Those holes in it's face
that form a grimace)
Astral concrete caterpillars
that confetti dull, down
until the night air
softens their edges
into frayed wings
Enough to feign flight ...
#choices
376 reads
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Apr 2024 2:56pm
14th Apr 2024 2:56pm
Even God Blinks
Perhaps God is just a sasquatch
making his way through the woods
pushing seeds down into the dirt
with his thumb
Thus the start, of a trail of trees
-Knowing someone will probably cut them down
before they have a chance to be majestic
God never planned to be a caretaker
But he does it anyway
because he isn't very good with predictions
Yet his thumbs are green
We see his knuckles, atop the hills
Thousands of years ago
the first humankind were amazed ...
making his way through the woods
pushing seeds down into the dirt
with his thumb
Thus the start, of a trail of trees
-Knowing someone will probably cut them down
before they have a chance to be majestic
God never planned to be a caretaker
But he does it anyway
because he isn't very good with predictions
Yet his thumbs are green
We see his knuckles, atop the hills
Thousands of years ago
the first humankind were amazed ...
#strength
#hope
#courage
329 reads
18 Comments
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