Submissions by Styxian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't take for granted that Cupid's arrow is a goddamn arrow...
"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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Decreation
He walked callous through the meadow
kicking dandelions out of his way
Several whirled around him
silently protesting
Though unable to impede his aggression
Angry and airborne,
the seeds swirled
Their revenge will be in blanketing him
when he soon slumbers
He chose an older, grimacing tree
one with raking arms that taunted him
In contrast to the welcoming green ground
that soothed his eyes,
inviting him, come lay
Calmly, he removed his coat
Laid it, extending the layers
of earth, shade,...
kicking dandelions out of his way
Several whirled around him
silently protesting
Though unable to impede his aggression
Angry and airborne,
the seeds swirled
Their revenge will be in blanketing him
when he soon slumbers
He chose an older, grimacing tree
one with raking arms that taunted him
In contrast to the welcoming green ground
that soothed his eyes,
inviting him, come lay
Calmly, he removed his coat
Laid it, extending the layers
of earth, shade,...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
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Two Knives
the sun is down, and so
it's time, but
she says that she can't
take them off
we go inside, where
the light is kind
yet, still she shades
where her eyes are.
has what she's seen been so cruel
that she wears knives for eyes
she stares, in a defensive posture
ready to shred everything
offered, in front of her
even my hand, half extended;
i sense her tense-ness
and i reach no further
towards her danger.
i pulled flowers from the...
it's time, but
she says that she can't
take them off
we go inside, where
the light is kind
yet, still she shades
where her eyes are.
has what she's seen been so cruel
that she wears knives for eyes
she stares, in a defensive posture
ready to shred everything
offered, in front of her
even my hand, half extended;
i sense her tense-ness
and i reach no further
towards her danger.
i pulled flowers from the...
#frustration
#despair
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For A Day
I'd break all the laws of man
I'd be immoral and a thief
I'd steal your kiss on chance
If for a day, you'd love me
I'd claim you were not willing
I'd swear you tried to fight me
I'd forget how passionate we were
If for a day, you loved me
I'd tell the world how cruel
I'd taken you so greedily
I'd bow my head and accept my fate
If for that day, you loved me
I'd be put up for judgement
I'd admit my crime at my hanging
I'd lie forever under a stone
If for one day, you'd love me
I'd stand...
I'd be immoral and a thief
I'd steal your kiss on chance
If for a day, you'd love me
I'd claim you were not willing
I'd swear you tried to fight me
I'd forget how passionate we were
If for a day, you loved me
I'd tell the world how cruel
I'd taken you so greedily
I'd bow my head and accept my fate
If for that day, you loved me
I'd be put up for judgement
I'd admit my crime at my hanging
I'd lie forever under a stone
If for one day, you'd love me
I'd stand...
#happiness
#hope
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Aja Lia
Behold the deepest light, of the tender fire"
-Saint Marco, 1664.
She likes to carry a bible.
I don't judge too harshly.
There's worse things.
As a child, in her home country,
she sold matchsticks by the bundle.
At twelve, they're expected
to sell them door to door,
where the lanterns were kept bedside.
Three dollars American, to them,
was a day's pay like their fathers.
But blue-eyed buyers got a break.
Because a pale-eyed baby...
-Saint Marco, 1664.
She likes to carry a bible.
I don't judge too harshly.
There's worse things.
As a child, in her home country,
she sold matchsticks by the bundle.
At twelve, they're expected
to sell them door to door,
where the lanterns were kept bedside.
Three dollars American, to them,
was a day's pay like their fathers.
But blue-eyed buyers got a break.
Because a pale-eyed baby...
#spiritual
#redemption
#morality
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Wrath Of The Aftermath
#sex
#lover
#passion
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Delicate Fingers
In this world of Adam and Eve
we make believe...
Delicate Fingers
for sensitive beings
Questioning eyes
in sleepless dreams
Caresses that circle
like fingertip kisses
A smile escaping
from intimate senses
A tongue ever passing
over parted lips
Firm hands controlling
soft swaying hips
How well God fashioned;
We are Adam and Eve
We come together
like a puzzle complete
Growling desires
as curtains shred
Pulling apart the night
as the moon...
we make believe...
Delicate Fingers
for sensitive beings
Questioning eyes
in sleepless dreams
Caresses that circle
like fingertip kisses
A smile escaping
from intimate senses
A tongue ever passing
over parted lips
Firm hands controlling
soft swaying hips
How well God fashioned;
We are Adam and Eve
We come together
like a puzzle complete
Growling desires
as curtains shred
Pulling apart the night
as the moon...
#lover
#passion
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Old Lovers
(Packing their things)
If for no other reason
but for you,
I will believe in a Heaven
Because I promised
to never leave you
In spite of all the blanks
of my life
-torn out and spilled
by big and little things,
I'll mend one hole inside
to carry this love for you
When Death dismisses us
as weeds
When our jaded hopes bleed
an envious green
I'll tear my shirt into strips
to slow the drain
For there is so much
of your life
I've yet to see
and I do not...
If for no other reason
but for you,
I will believe in a Heaven
Because I promised
to never leave you
In spite of all the blanks
of my life
-torn out and spilled
by big and little things,
I'll mend one hole inside
to carry this love for you
When Death dismisses us
as weeds
When our jaded hopes bleed
an envious green
I'll tear my shirt into strips
to slow the drain
For there is so much
of your life
I've yet to see
and I do not...
#happiness
#gratitude
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Trip And Fall
The silence repeats itself, at a constant.
I guess that is what's maddening.
I see that silence,
it's an empty noose,
hanging daylight for now.
From my window,
I push my cigarette smoke
from my mouth to the tail lights
of your car.
It makes a red eyed demon.
It was the third person view,
while we argued who was wrong,
because neither could be right.
But were we ever able to say
anything was right,
more than an hour at a time.
Even our beginning
was a trip and fall. ...
I guess that is what's maddening.
I see that silence,
it's an empty noose,
hanging daylight for now.
From my window,
I push my cigarette smoke
from my mouth to the tail lights
of your car.
It makes a red eyed demon.
It was the third person view,
while we argued who was wrong,
because neither could be right.
But were we ever able to say
anything was right,
more than an hour at a time.
Even our beginning
was a trip and fall. ...
#frustration
#denial
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The Light From Lu Bu's Bridge
Come meet me at the pillars
of Lu Bu's bridge, at dusk.
Through, and although, the crowd.
I will be distinguished,
by a torch held high.
A beacon for you, as unchanging
as it was once then.
During the expanse
of our separate journeys,
I met Father Time.
He called me up
several more steps
of his creaking porch.
Although I stepped back once,
perhaps twice, telling him
not that many just yet.
He said 'Then change'.
So I've traded my armor
for a mule.
My arrows are...
of Lu Bu's bridge, at dusk.
Through, and although, the crowd.
I will be distinguished,
by a torch held high.
A beacon for you, as unchanging
as it was once then.
During the expanse
of our separate journeys,
I met Father Time.
He called me up
several more steps
of his creaking porch.
Although I stepped back once,
perhaps twice, telling him
not that many just yet.
He said 'Then change'.
So I've traded my armor
for a mule.
My arrows are...
#love
#hope
#TimeHeals
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Corinna
So you finally got an Italian husband,
who bought you a little large ship.
And you get to see your name upon it
when you stroll (behind him)
down the dock.
Maybe this time it will be taken out,
instead of just a floating table
for friends and drinks.
Maybe he will say yes
when you ask to steer it.
He won't, no matter how
you rub your tits against his.
No matter how wide the ocean is.
Only your name sees
the front of the ship.
But damn if it doesn't look good
in the harbor.
I took to...
who bought you a little large ship.
And you get to see your name upon it
when you stroll (behind him)
down the dock.
Maybe this time it will be taken out,
instead of just a floating table
for friends and drinks.
Maybe he will say yes
when you ask to steer it.
He won't, no matter how
you rub your tits against his.
No matter how wide the ocean is.
Only your name sees
the front of the ship.
But damn if it doesn't look good
in the harbor.
I took to...
#happiness
#TimeHeals
#redemption
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Hopscotch Lines
A long haired girl
with a light blue dress
jumps across hopscotch'd lines.
Every bound blinds me
as I lose her, in the sky
Then, clouds ground her
Grey turns the day
As upon the tin roof
begin the taps
of the drumming rain
With that steady beat
we dance upon the concrete porch
With seven colors of chalk
strewn across its slate.
I marvel, at how
little girls build their worlds
in primarily bright shades
Seven sides then, to this day
Born into a rainy life
As...
with a light blue dress
jumps across hopscotch'd lines.
Every bound blinds me
as I lose her, in the sky
Then, clouds ground her
Grey turns the day
As upon the tin roof
begin the taps
of the drumming rain
With that steady beat
we dance upon the concrete porch
With seven colors of chalk
strewn across its slate.
I marvel, at how
little girls build their worlds
in primarily bright shades
Seven sides then, to this day
Born into a rainy life
As...
#separation
#daughter
#responsibility
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