Submissions by Styxian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Don't take for granted that Cupid's arrow is a goddamn arrow...
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
545 reads
19 Comments
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
570 reads
21 Comments
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
569 reads
26 Comments
Wrath Of The Aftermath
#sex
#lover
#passion
383 reads
23 Comments
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
442 reads
15 Comments
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
590 reads
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
681 reads
21 Comments
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
743 reads
20 Comments
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
548 reads
17 Comments
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
461 reads
20 Comments
Listen
Listen, and I shall speak
Of lovers' days, nights, weeks.
Bowing heads, in cradled hands
Fighting the fading, greying plans.
To lift themselves, above the game
Of everyday, of all the same.
Like a book reread, yet a page unturned
Like a match unlit, but feeling burned.
Forgetting how, to touch within
They kiss lips dry, an inch from skin.
They hear the words, but miss the shout
Of a lover lonely, and calling out.
They turn to sleep, they face the wall
Never seeing, the other at all.
Lying there, with open...
Of lovers' days, nights, weeks.
Bowing heads, in cradled hands
Fighting the fading, greying plans.
To lift themselves, above the game
Of everyday, of all the same.
Like a book reread, yet a page unturned
Like a match unlit, but feeling burned.
Forgetting how, to touch within
They kiss lips dry, an inch from skin.
They hear the words, but miss the shout
Of a lover lonely, and calling out.
They turn to sleep, they face the wall
Never seeing, the other at all.
Lying there, with open...
#regret
#frustration
#emptiness
525 reads
10 Comments
Melody
When the roses lose their color
And the minstrels no longer play,
I'll sing you a melody
To put the sun into your day.
When the knights aren't so gallant
And the stars no longer shine
I'll take you from that emptiness
And give you dreams divine.
When the sparrows pass by your window
And the nights refuse to end,
I'll fill the hours with poetry
And love within the satin.
But the roses still have their color
The stars still shine for you to see
Sparrows dance upon...
And the minstrels no longer play,
I'll sing you a melody
To put the sun into your day.
When the knights aren't so gallant
And the stars no longer shine
I'll take you from that emptiness
And give you dreams divine.
When the sparrows pass by your window
And the nights refuse to end,
I'll fill the hours with poetry
And love within the satin.
But the roses still have their color
The stars still shine for you to see
Sparrows dance upon...
#kindness
#inspirational
368 reads
21 Comments
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