Submissions by Styxian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't take for granted that Cupid's arrow is a goddamn arrow...
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
476 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
475 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
545 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
504 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
619 reads
22 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Jan 2024 7:34pm
13th Jan 2024 7:34pm
Ebon Night
It's a disguise in an ebon night
as you loosen your grip
on the throwaway cloak
Stepping out, from that shadow-gown
I had hoped you'd come
dressed so conveniently
As I slide the shadow aside
and expose how brave you are
The art of undressing lost
within this riot of shredding
streamers of dark and light
I never doubted my ability
but I thought you were beyond me
Until you opened your eyes
in such a way
as pools of dusky air
Like an Autumn night flickering
hinting of your long lost warmth ...
as you loosen your grip
on the throwaway cloak
Stepping out, from that shadow-gown
I had hoped you'd come
dressed so conveniently
As I slide the shadow aside
and expose how brave you are
The art of undressing lost
within this riot of shredding
streamers of dark and light
I never doubted my ability
but I thought you were beyond me
Until you opened your eyes
in such a way
as pools of dusky air
Like an Autumn night flickering
hinting of your long lost warmth ...
#lover
#passion
603 reads
10 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Jan 2024 00:28am
2nd Jan 2024 00:28am
Box Of Puppies
Good morning Del. How you doing lover?
It sucks that you have to work today. Yet it's cool, that you're working the holiday so that you have an extra day when you come visit again. Kinda like how I'm working tomorrow, whether I'm over this flu or not.
Isn't modern technology great? Our two video calls for celebrating New Year's last night. Once for my midnight and then for yours an hour later. We hung in there! I knew you had to work today. And yeah, my flu (a cold, covid, the lung plague, whatever it is) had me a little blah. Thank god for our resilience and humor! ...
It sucks that you have to work today. Yet it's cool, that you're working the holiday so that you have an extra day when you come visit again. Kinda like how I'm working tomorrow, whether I'm over this flu or not.
Isn't modern technology great? Our two video calls for celebrating New Year's last night. Once for my midnight and then for yours an hour later. We hung in there! I knew you had to work today. And yeah, my flu (a cold, covid, the lung plague, whatever it is) had me a little blah. Thank god for our resilience and humor! ...
#happiness
#gratitude
#emotions
625 reads
29 Comments
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
688 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
367 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
435 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
476 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
441 reads
18 Comments
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