Submissions by doriann_barrere (Dorian)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Gwynplaine's Sentiment
Amidst the fog-wrapped coasts of France's sullen shore,
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester...
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester...
#denial
#despair
#frustration
#sadness
#shame
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Lament of Sister Dearest
Alas! mine heart is wracked with rue, For my fair sister yond I knew. A tender maid, in youth's soft bloom, Hath fled to dwell in yonder tomb.
Oh cruel fates, why thus did snatch The gentle soul I couldst not catch? Her laughter now is but a wraith, Lost to night’s untimely scathe.
O sister sweet, where didst thou stray, When darkness stole thy light away? And bade thee, sore, with tears to drown, To take thy leave, to cast thee down?
Did none but shadows heed thy cry, When thou, alone, didst pine to die? Oh would that I had heard thy call, Ere thou didst from...
Oh cruel fates, why thus did snatch The gentle soul I couldst not catch? Her laughter now is but a wraith, Lost to night’s untimely scathe.
O sister sweet, where didst thou stray, When darkness stole thy light away? And bade thee, sore, with tears to drown, To take thy leave, to cast thee down?
Did none but shadows heed thy cry, When thou, alone, didst pine to die? Oh would that I had heard thy call, Ere thou didst from...
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#heartbroken
#sadness
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BLANCHETE MEMORIAM
To Christa, fairest muse that graced my sight,
Thy name, a whisper on the evening breeze,
It echoes through the chambers of the night,
And stirs my heart like leaves among the trees.
Thou art the dawn that breaks my deepest gloom,
The star that haunts the melancholy sky,
And in thy gaze, I find my budding bloom,
The deathless fire where my soul doth lie.
O Christa, how thy touch, so soft and rare,
Doth banish all the shadows from my soul;
A feathered kiss upon the midnight air,
A balm to make the broken spirit whole.
...
Thy name, a whisper on the evening breeze,
It echoes through the chambers of the night,
And stirs my heart like leaves among the trees.
Thou art the dawn that breaks my deepest gloom,
The star that haunts the melancholy sky,
And in thy gaze, I find my budding bloom,
The deathless fire where my soul doth lie.
O Christa, how thy touch, so soft and rare,
Doth banish all the shadows from my soul;
A feathered kiss upon the midnight air,
A balm to make the broken spirit whole.
...
#emotional
#love
#passion
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Symphonia
Oh, radiant soul that gilds the ebon night,
Like Luna’s beams upon a sable sea,
Thy beauty sets my troubled heart alight,
And binds my soul in chains of ecstasy.
Thine eyes, twin stars that pierce the velvet dark,
Do blaze with fire no earthly flame could hold,
They light my path like some celestial spark,
Yet burn with ice that makes my blood run cold.
O, how thy voice, a symphony divine,
Doth echo through the caverns of my mind!
Like seraphs’ hymns or siren’s wailing whine,
To thee I’m drawn, to madness thou consigned.
...
Like Luna’s beams upon a sable sea,
Thy beauty sets my troubled heart alight,
And binds my soul in chains of ecstasy.
Thine eyes, twin stars that pierce the velvet dark,
Do blaze with fire no earthly flame could hold,
They light my path like some celestial spark,
Yet burn with ice that makes my blood run cold.
O, how thy voice, a symphony divine,
Doth echo through the caverns of my mind!
Like seraphs’ hymns or siren’s wailing whine,
To thee I’m drawn, to madness thou consigned.
...
#emotional
#love
#passion
#romantic
#symbolism
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Brightness of Dayrise
She look so radiant sad,
Yet so beautiful with the seraphim 'geist,
Mysterious soul-spirit radiating,
My own sorrowed sadness, gleaming her melancholic gaze,
All-be Unial understanding and desperation as passion birthing that seed itself, catching our states in the phantomime of unspoken dyads.
Yet it seems eons and millenia decades of travels, centuries of space and time, dimensional lightyears apart,
Bound to cross our lively paths throughout existince itself, of adoration itself, bliss and wonderous connectivity our Ghosts upon the crossroad.
- the...
Yet so beautiful with the seraphim 'geist,
Mysterious soul-spirit radiating,
My own sorrowed sadness, gleaming her melancholic gaze,
All-be Unial understanding and desperation as passion birthing that seed itself, catching our states in the phantomime of unspoken dyads.
Yet it seems eons and millenia decades of travels, centuries of space and time, dimensional lightyears apart,
Bound to cross our lively paths throughout existince itself, of adoration itself, bliss and wonderous connectivity our Ghosts upon the crossroad.
- the...
#happiness
#love
#inspirational
#admiration
#emotions
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Birth of a Lightening Bree
The shining reed tha grows 'pon a Uterus constraption shows ray of life, Force of the weeping Natures call.
And as for your offspring, a grounds grain, seed of joy, the Earth Mother weeps the blissful tear-shed, blessing the hydro-water of infant nurture.
The solemn sun is your post flower, rooted deep within parenting love of vertigo union crease, the moon and thine fiery sun-ray, the bountiful mothers tear.
Twas happiness and solem gratitude of life, the watery 'shed glimmerii, bright passion 'pon passion itself, compassionate the hours I write, in gratitude...
And as for your offspring, a grounds grain, seed of joy, the Earth Mother weeps the blissful tear-shed, blessing the hydro-water of infant nurture.
The solemn sun is your post flower, rooted deep within parenting love of vertigo union crease, the moon and thine fiery sun-ray, the bountiful mothers tear.
Twas happiness and solem gratitude of life, the watery 'shed glimmerii, bright passion 'pon passion itself, compassionate the hours I write, in gratitude...
#happiness
#kindness
#inspirational
#admiration
#emotions
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Choreoatheosis
As to, when I felt my root coincide within yours,
the squared singular cosines formed a double vision with the visual miasmic flows, falling mines emotion.
One truth from that double, neurotic form matter, no type O Negative in soldering squares, a-glow shined contempt that I've held.
For the slumber you've dreamed, I have snoozed embraced in warmth of your circuits passion.
Floating nightingale sung the chirp, I sleep blissful lullabies of your breath, moonlight dust under the covers of city lights, so late into the early variable after-insomia.
And if we drink the...
the squared singular cosines formed a double vision with the visual miasmic flows, falling mines emotion.
One truth from that double, neurotic form matter, no type O Negative in soldering squares, a-glow shined contempt that I've held.
For the slumber you've dreamed, I have snoozed embraced in warmth of your circuits passion.
Floating nightingale sung the chirp, I sleep blissful lullabies of your breath, moonlight dust under the covers of city lights, so late into the early variable after-insomia.
And if we drink the...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#inspirational
#admiration
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The Autumn of My Springtime
Thine Moss-Blizzard Grassflakes of the Coldest Air, Scented High the Wooded-Bark Snow, is the Spring- Autumn Woodlands, Mountains Passed the Fogged Tree Twilight, Twas a Sky Road I've Traveled, the Mist and the Fog, as the Cloud Stairs to the Ausland Haven Near a Heaven, Flames Under Gargantuan Tree, Guardian Forest, The State of Huddled Fire, You Came, We Spoke, Two Lone Particles of Difference Between Us, Between You and They, A-Strangerd Between I and They, We The Strange, Us the Damned Odds, Reconsoled a Mad Connectivity in The Ember Warmth of the Flames, You've Become the Autumn of My...
#happiness
#love
#hope
#admiration
#emotions
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White Silence
From whence we've spoken in the midst of whitest silence?
Seemingly blurred in the eons past.
Breaking kept promises of blissful memories that have been cherished to the point of codependence in our hearts.
Begrudgingly forgotten and left in the sluggish wave of darkness, completely shattered apart.
But we strive for a genesee, a new becoming, to give future reminiscence a new and pure start.
Seemingly blurred in the eons past.
Breaking kept promises of blissful memories that have been cherished to the point of codependence in our hearts.
Begrudgingly forgotten and left in the sluggish wave of darkness, completely shattered apart.
But we strive for a genesee, a new becoming, to give future reminiscence a new and pure start.
#hope
#courage
#motivational #emotions
#motivational #emotions
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Ardor of tin
an akin, crimsonshaded, thine Männlein whom walks, in flower fields of sunnysided, uppeth of meadows, reddish glay over the fabric of barefoot felt grass.
an akin Männlein, sherry of hope, lost in a positive o,
of tender disorientation,
a diving swim, into the ocean of flora.
as then cometh the blue rain, nutrition of soil.
thee Earth-Mother whom weeps the Magnifique rays of joyful tears,
cleansing our rooted hair of darkest, green leaves.
our happiness at ease, at rest, the Männlein guideth the path in plural lonliness.
aesthety' of sorrow, saddened...
an akin Männlein, sherry of hope, lost in a positive o,
of tender disorientation,
a diving swim, into the ocean of flora.
as then cometh the blue rain, nutrition of soil.
thee Earth-Mother whom weeps the Magnifique rays of joyful tears,
cleansing our rooted hair of darkest, green leaves.
our happiness at ease, at rest, the Männlein guideth the path in plural lonliness.
aesthety' of sorrow, saddened...
#happiness
#love
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
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