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
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
564 reads
21 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Jul 2024 2:06am
1st Jul 2024 2:06am
Baby Ducks
#dark
#frustration
308 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
390 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
522 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
963 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
492 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
721 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
442 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
423 reads
18 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 1:56pm
7th Apr 2024 1:56pm
Sunset Nymphs
Remove that yellow dress of day
that sun-thief that leaves dusk in its wake
Wear now, this orange gown of sunset
My eyes do well in the untamed of night
I gift myself to you
in dark purple
as I unwrap from the bedsheet.
But, in these mornings;
I know I'm too thin for a tight shirt
Even a fast-food straw has more room
in its throwaway wrapper
But I wear the shirt anyway
It is a compress bandage
-I thought I felt my ribs crack
last night ...
that sun-thief that leaves dusk in its wake
Wear now, this orange gown of sunset
My eyes do well in the untamed of night
I gift myself to you
in dark purple
as I unwrap from the bedsheet.
But, in these mornings;
I know I'm too thin for a tight shirt
Even a fast-food straw has more room
in its throwaway wrapper
But I wear the shirt anyway
It is a compress bandage
-I thought I felt my ribs crack
last night ...
#happiness
#love
513 reads
26 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2024 9:08pm
25th Feb 2024 9:08pm
Keepsake
(A day is a vase)
_____________________
The morning alarm obliterated my dream
So much so that I had no recollection
of the details, yet I could sense
and miss the feeling it left me with
Sometimes the early light
(Pink through the sheer curtain)
reminds me of a resurrection
after the death of another yesterday
And sometimes I feel that significance
rising in my chest
before the coffee
before the cigarettes
As the sun bestows bronze armor
upon my shoulder;
I am renewed
to ride the day ...
_____________________
The morning alarm obliterated my dream
So much so that I had no recollection
of the details, yet I could sense
and miss the feeling it left me with
Sometimes the early light
(Pink through the sheer curtain)
reminds me of a resurrection
after the death of another yesterday
And sometimes I feel that significance
rising in my chest
before the coffee
before the cigarettes
As the sun bestows bronze armor
upon my shoulder;
I am renewed
to ride the day ...
#kindness
#hope
#admiration
469 reads
37 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jan 2024 00:37am
29th Jan 2024 00:37am
Suprende' Dynamia
Will they tire of us, Dynamia,
of our love light; A comet
above this murked marble world.
As they sleep, in darkness, to dream
of a better life that eludes them,
while we are rampant under the stars.
Our skin speckled, by the glimmer
of the envious gods' eyes,
who are never sated
because they know no hunger
like within our mortal needs.
-Gods who never bleed
from a seeping heart.
Who cannot see the moon
as the last lily
in the sorrow bouquet
of an ended day ...
of our love light; A comet
above this murked marble world.
As they sleep, in darkness, to dream
of a better life that eludes them,
while we are rampant under the stars.
Our skin speckled, by the glimmer
of the envious gods' eyes,
who are never sated
because they know no hunger
like within our mortal needs.
-Gods who never bleed
from a seeping heart.
Who cannot see the moon
as the last lily
in the sorrow bouquet
of an ended day ...
#happiness
#motivational
584 reads
22 Comments
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