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
23rd Dec 2023 11:43pm
23rd Dec 2023 11:43pm
The Eve Of Giving
There is not a longer sentence than this;
You and I.
During this time, we've unbundled.
Draping our clothes to dry
upon the window ledge.
The double panes block the wind,
yet what can dry in such conditions?
Quietly, to ourselves, we know this.
The sun presses its cheek
against the window pane,
wishing to steal our cottons and wools,
that we seem to have left as sacrifice.
You are brave in this afterglow.
The sun wants to feel
the warmth of your face.
But greedy, you blow a mock kiss ...
You and I.
During this time, we've unbundled.
Draping our clothes to dry
upon the window ledge.
The double panes block the wind,
yet what can dry in such conditions?
Quietly, to ourselves, we know this.
The sun presses its cheek
against the window pane,
wishing to steal our cottons and wools,
that we seem to have left as sacrifice.
You are brave in this afterglow.
The sun wants to feel
the warmth of your face.
But greedy, you blow a mock kiss ...
#hope
#emotions
613 reads
24 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Dec 2023 1:31am
17th Dec 2023 1:31am
Blue Roses
Walking the steps, find the keys
opening the door to memories
Slowly up the stairs, the meeting place
shadows of the past across your face
I follow behind, eyeing the same
ghosts of time and forgotten names
Through the rooms I see your life before me
of holiday paper, a family morning
I wonder which of the gifts weren't wrapped
and which weren't given there in the past
And ironically, the stories unfold
of the day roses bowed down to the cold
Yet here is where we saw for the first time ...
opening the door to memories
Slowly up the stairs, the meeting place
shadows of the past across your face
I follow behind, eyeing the same
ghosts of time and forgotten names
Through the rooms I see your life before me
of holiday paper, a family morning
I wonder which of the gifts weren't wrapped
and which weren't given there in the past
And ironically, the stories unfold
of the day roses bowed down to the cold
Yet here is where we saw for the first time ...
#happiness
#love
317 reads
STORY POEM
Published
13th Dec 2023 00:45am
13th Dec 2023 00:45am
Atoms and Eve
i took an old math book from '74
inside cover stamped
by some high school in idaho
back when all counting was done with potatoes
one for dinner and one for town
one for breakfast, one for town
but the plow-man always got
the first bushel
it's in that subtraction
that you always felt
a little hungry
i over-wrote upon the pages
with the fattest marker I could find
my poems weren't ready
for my own title, or my name
so i put that boring book
to a better use
the school boys called me fag ...
inside cover stamped
by some high school in idaho
back when all counting was done with potatoes
one for dinner and one for town
one for breakfast, one for town
but the plow-man always got
the first bushel
it's in that subtraction
that you always felt
a little hungry
i over-wrote upon the pages
with the fattest marker I could find
my poems weren't ready
for my own title, or my name
so i put that boring book
to a better use
the school boys called me fag ...
#friendship
374 reads
23 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Dec 2023 2:45am
8th Dec 2023 2:45am
Lava Lamp
White wine was the internal ink
the highlighter that we didn't see right away
So red ink sufficed
as it made its way to our skin
Drawing doodles, instead of words
onto one another's wrists
As our veins carried the hints
up to our shoulders
And we smudged the lines
rest of the way
to each other's lips.
~
She rises atop me
like the warming lava
inside her red lamp
Every movement is a curve
each roundness blends
into the next
My hands roam for her edges
-None, but there is depth...
the highlighter that we didn't see right away
So red ink sufficed
as it made its way to our skin
Drawing doodles, instead of words
onto one another's wrists
As our veins carried the hints
up to our shoulders
And we smudged the lines
rest of the way
to each other's lips.
~
She rises atop me
like the warming lava
inside her red lamp
Every movement is a curve
each roundness blends
into the next
My hands roam for her edges
-None, but there is depth...
#lover
#sensual
422 reads
19 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2023 6:37pm
12th Nov 2023 6:37pm
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
397 reads
18 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2023 1:13am
3rd Nov 2023 1:13am
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
622 reads
22 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2023 1:55am
26th Oct 2023 1:55am
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
362 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Oct 2023 2:15pm
14th Oct 2023 2:15pm
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
385 reads
17 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Sep 2023 5:49pm
24th Sep 2023 5:49pm
Heaven Takes Away
Back then...
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...
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...
#fate
#spiritual
#philosophical
716 reads
36 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2023 3:44pm
16th Sep 2023 3:44pm
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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32 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2023 1:49am
12th Sep 2023 1:49am
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
278 reads
21 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Aug 2023 3:31am
28th Aug 2023 3:31am
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, ...
(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, ...
#happiness
#gratitude
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