Submissions by Styxian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't take for granted that Cupid's arrow is a goddamn arrow...
About This
So you've picked a poet.
For that, I will lift words
from your skin.
The ones never read,
so thoroughly.
I will place them
upon pages
again and again.
I will call them love poems.
And someday
when we are old
and our eyes fade,
like the memories sometimes do,
you can pull that book down.
Ask me, then, if I remember the words.
I will say how could I have forgotten them.
They are all still standing
in front of me.
Not one word, has ever left.
That book...
For that, I will lift words
from your skin.
The ones never read,
so thoroughly.
I will place them
upon pages
again and again.
I will call them love poems.
And someday
when we are old
and our eyes fade,
like the memories sometimes do,
you can pull that book down.
Ask me, then, if I remember the words.
I will say how could I have forgotten them.
They are all still standing
in front of me.
Not one word, has ever left.
That book...
#happiness
#inspirational
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29 Comments
Red Peignoir/ Collab with KristinaX
A red peignoir is a summoning torch
I unweave the petals of the brightest roses
Lace from the passion of scarlet drops
A flowing heart, with it's ripe vines.
I get drunk on you watching me,
as I toast to your presence.
My lips summon the wine glass
and I stare into the weakened blood of it
swarming to my mouth.
The web pangs it's melancholy tune
Haunting desires stalking a troubled mind
Weaving strands of your essence on my lips
Consuming them, playing them...
Like a tune best forgotten, if I could.
But...
I unweave the petals of the brightest roses
Lace from the passion of scarlet drops
A flowing heart, with it's ripe vines.
I get drunk on you watching me,
as I toast to your presence.
My lips summon the wine glass
and I stare into the weakened blood of it
swarming to my mouth.
The web pangs it's melancholy tune
Haunting desires stalking a troubled mind
Weaving strands of your essence on my lips
Consuming them, playing them...
Like a tune best forgotten, if I could.
But...
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
339 reads
14 Comments
When You're Small
#dark
#confusion
#denial
426 reads
39 Comments
Roja
Will daisies do,
to tuck over your ear today?
You don't seem pretentious.
Roses will follow, my love
Deep red ones, like garnets.
I will flick the thorns off
as I wait for you
I will kiss your hand
and then place the flowers
out, in front of me.
Here, here is how
my heart feels now.
All things dark;
I've outlasted them.
They roared, they threatened
until they finally sighed
And I said not one goodbye
to all that unimportance.
You smiled, and a light
I've not seen, shined on me. ...
to tuck over your ear today?
You don't seem pretentious.
Roses will follow, my love
Deep red ones, like garnets.
I will flick the thorns off
as I wait for you
I will kiss your hand
and then place the flowers
out, in front of me.
Here, here is how
my heart feels now.
All things dark;
I've outlasted them.
They roared, they threatened
until they finally sighed
And I said not one goodbye
to all that unimportance.
You smiled, and a light
I've not seen, shined on me. ...
#happiness
#gratitude
#redemption
431 reads
Wearing Stripes With Coffee
I know it's just a picture.
The part of my brain that does math
tells me so.
Yet, it's a picture with no subtraction.
Nothing from it can be taken away
from me.
That same part, in my head
that does the bills,
reminds me that nothing
can be added to your picture.
I probably won't gain anything
no matter how I stare at it.
But the part of my brain
that controls what I see,
like when I look through the stripes
of night and dawn;
How the moonlight slashes
between grey trees
as...
The part of my brain that does math
tells me so.
Yet, it's a picture with no subtraction.
Nothing from it can be taken away
from me.
That same part, in my head
that does the bills,
reminds me that nothing
can be added to your picture.
I probably won't gain anything
no matter how I stare at it.
But the part of my brain
that controls what I see,
like when I look through the stripes
of night and dawn;
How the moonlight slashes
between grey trees
as...
#happiness
#admiration
#emotions
599 reads
23 Comments
Two Sticks
Yesterday, we were two sticks in the mud
separated by a river
of unfortunate circumstance.
Our feet were buried, ankle high
in the typical muck of life
Both had planned to move, anywhere.
Just so happens, here we are
You there, me here
The river splitting our fates
As we both wonder
what it would be like
standing beside each other.
My morning starts early
my shadow begins to reach
It wavers across the current
But it's the one thing
that the river cannot stop
It's pushed by the...
separated by a river
of unfortunate circumstance.
Our feet were buried, ankle high
in the typical muck of life
Both had planned to move, anywhere.
Just so happens, here we are
You there, me here
The river splitting our fates
As we both wonder
what it would be like
standing beside each other.
My morning starts early
my shadow begins to reach
It wavers across the current
But it's the one thing
that the river cannot stop
It's pushed by the...
#strength
#hope
414 reads
Seru (Winter Garden)
How remarkable you are
in astonishing surroundings
How attractive
So much aglow
in a bed of shadows
A velvet blue spread froths
at its crest
Lace waves lap at your neck
You breathe it forth, then away
Teasing yourself fabricly
and me
Your muddy feet,
but it's simply shade
ebbing as you kick away
-making a frilly splash
of the sheets
As you glow like a great pearl
that I'm prying for,
glimmering head to toe
Nothing else is as immense
as your presence alongside me
In no...
in astonishing surroundings
How attractive
So much aglow
in a bed of shadows
A velvet blue spread froths
at its crest
Lace waves lap at your neck
You breathe it forth, then away
Teasing yourself fabricly
and me
Your muddy feet,
but it's simply shade
ebbing as you kick away
-making a frilly splash
of the sheets
As you glow like a great pearl
that I'm prying for,
glimmering head to toe
Nothing else is as immense
as your presence alongside me
In no...
#happiness
#admiration
440 reads
Dash
There's a hummingbird in my heart
Yet I'm a tired tree
It won't remain there, I fear
too long.
That rapid flutter I feel
shakes Winter off my limbs
A cold sun takes notice
-Will point the bird
in another direction
Will offer it fresh nectar
as I clasp my wound closed
and cherish the momentum
of what was, even in brevity.
For this while;
Place your shoes upon my chest
so that others will know
inside is taken.
I need more friends, quickly
Just so I can introduce you...
Yet I'm a tired tree
It won't remain there, I fear
too long.
That rapid flutter I feel
shakes Winter off my limbs
A cold sun takes notice
-Will point the bird
in another direction
Will offer it fresh nectar
as I clasp my wound closed
and cherish the momentum
of what was, even in brevity.
For this while;
Place your shoes upon my chest
so that others will know
inside is taken.
I need more friends, quickly
Just so I can introduce you...
#happiness
#inspirational
#admiration
681 reads
Touch Screen
I caught myself rubbing
the edge of the screen
Just a slight nudging
with my thumb
as if you'd move, or blink.
As if I could slide
your hair away
from your eyes
So I could have
a closer look at you
through this one way mirror
that you offer me.
Does your breath pause,
at the sight of me,
like mine does
at the sight of you?
While your eyes are locked open
and mine flutter, like a moth
wanting to be
on your end of the light.
It's no brighter, or darker,
It's yours, and
that makes...
the edge of the screen
Just a slight nudging
with my thumb
as if you'd move, or blink.
As if I could slide
your hair away
from your eyes
So I could have
a closer look at you
through this one way mirror
that you offer me.
Does your breath pause,
at the sight of me,
like mine does
at the sight of you?
While your eyes are locked open
and mine flutter, like a moth
wanting to be
on your end of the light.
It's no brighter, or darker,
It's yours, and
that makes...
#happiness
#emotions
604 reads
29 Comments
Red Flannel Symphony
#romantic
#respect
#dating
365 reads
21 Comments
Fara
Was loneliness reason enough
not to build upon my fallen ego
But just to sit fireside, together
while mother nature cursed us outside
It's not as if I was all taker,
I offered, I fed, your hunger
And you, so generous with your breast
where I laid down my weary head
and we dreamt of the ocean
Prisoners, must we retain the shackles
knowing that one day,
rust will eat them away
So late in our winter, arthritic
too late to try mended wings
If we stop to think, such depth
just what could we...
not to build upon my fallen ego
But just to sit fireside, together
while mother nature cursed us outside
It's not as if I was all taker,
I offered, I fed, your hunger
And you, so generous with your breast
where I laid down my weary head
and we dreamt of the ocean
Prisoners, must we retain the shackles
knowing that one day,
rust will eat them away
So late in our winter, arthritic
too late to try mended wings
If we stop to think, such depth
just what could we...
#happiness
#support
381 reads
"Your Name Goes Here"
Dear "______",
We're going to be okay.
But just in case,
I wrote you this note.
When I'm quiet, it's not to shun you,
I'm just at that place in my head.
I'm not even sure that it's within my brain.
It has it's own space, muffling my ears
and glazing my eyes
-It's all reversed, to outside in.
So I go deaf and blind, to many things,
but it's only temporary.
Doctors try to label it,
but I won't sit my ass in their box.
It's too small.
They can't even see the expanse
of all of my thoughts,...
We're going to be okay.
But just in case,
I wrote you this note.
When I'm quiet, it's not to shun you,
I'm just at that place in my head.
I'm not even sure that it's within my brain.
It has it's own space, muffling my ears
and glazing my eyes
-It's all reversed, to outside in.
So I go deaf and blind, to many things,
but it's only temporary.
Doctors try to label it,
but I won't sit my ass in their box.
It's too small.
They can't even see the expanse
of all of my thoughts,...
#PTSD
#Autism
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