Submissions by goldenmyst
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Goldenmyst, 53 years old, lives in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The poet and author believe, “Love blossoms even within the walls of a madhouse in hearts yearning to be free.”
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
Today 5:47am
Today 5:47am
Ruthie's Episode
Ruthie's Episode
My entrance into the bedroom finds Ruthie on the floor with her legs flapping madly as she rolls. My first suspicion is that she is choking on something she swallowed. So I pick her flailing body up and put her on the mattress. My false assumption that she is choking leads me to check her mouth for obstructions. By this time she has salivated tremendously with her eyes glazed and her tongue sticking out motionless. To my way of thinking she looks dead. But quickly she revives to her close to normal self. My relief is huge and I can breathe again along with her....
My entrance into the bedroom finds Ruthie on the floor with her legs flapping madly as she rolls. My first suspicion is that she is choking on something she swallowed. So I pick her flailing body up and put her on the mattress. My false assumption that she is choking leads me to check her mouth for obstructions. By this time she has salivated tremendously with her eyes glazed and her tongue sticking out motionless. To my way of thinking she looks dead. But quickly she revives to her close to normal self. My relief is huge and I can breathe again along with her....
#love
#dogs
#illness #dialogue
#illness #dialogue
14 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th May 2019 1:38pm
16th May 2019 1:38pm
Dorm Rules
Dorm Rules
Under the leader, a proper order was arranged. The mentally ill on disability were separated by sex with men housed with other men and women collected in dormitories for women. This was true even for couples. It served to prevent pregnancies from occurring. After all, we didn’t want those genes passed on to new generations.
I haven’t seen my true love Marsha in over a month. We no longer have disability checks and are sent to a commodity warehouse for our personal food. I catch a glimpse of Marsha walking towards the bus. She has a black eye from one of her...
Under the leader, a proper order was arranged. The mentally ill on disability were separated by sex with men housed with other men and women collected in dormitories for women. This was true even for couples. It served to prevent pregnancies from occurring. After all, we didn’t want those genes passed on to new generations.
I haven’t seen my true love Marsha in over a month. We no longer have disability checks and are sent to a commodity warehouse for our personal food. I catch a glimpse of Marsha walking towards the bus. She has a black eye from one of her...
#love
#romantic
#MentalHealth #dystopian
#MentalHealth #dystopian
35 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
16th May 2019 3:05am
16th May 2019 3:05am
Death Has No Dominion
Death Has No Dominion
She tricked Charon with the ruse of her being a deliverer of souls instead of a passenger to Hades. With the help of Zeus, she found a spiritual home in a fresh body reunited with me in our childhood neighborhood. Her chicanery brought her to a sunny day on the screen porch her grandfather built for our house.
I unwrapped the package sent by Aphrodite for our gender fencing. Our foil sticks were made of rubber which while harmless proved effective for our battle of the sexes. Under the sun her pink and my blue foils danced to the rhythm of...
She tricked Charon with the ruse of her being a deliverer of souls instead of a passenger to Hades. With the help of Zeus, she found a spiritual home in a fresh body reunited with me in our childhood neighborhood. Her chicanery brought her to a sunny day on the screen porch her grandfather built for our house.
I unwrapped the package sent by Aphrodite for our gender fencing. Our foil sticks were made of rubber which while harmless proved effective for our battle of the sexes. Under the sun her pink and my blue foils danced to the rhythm of...
#love
#death
#mythology
25 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
11th May 2019 3:57am
11th May 2019 3:57am
Hitchhiker
Hitchhiker
I forswear romance for the rest of this life. My true love has crossed over into a universe beyond my comprehension. But sometimes lessons need to be repeated until they sink into the marrow of the soul. And so one rainy night she comes in a madras summer dress.
I pick her up by the roadside where she hitchhikes on a lonely Louisiana highway in the sugar cane fields. A cloud of birds takes flight overhead, an omen for either good or bad, which I cannot tell. She says, “Hey do you have a place to crash tonight? If...
I forswear romance for the rest of this life. My true love has crossed over into a universe beyond my comprehension. But sometimes lessons need to be repeated until they sink into the marrow of the soul. And so one rainy night she comes in a madras summer dress.
I pick her up by the roadside where she hitchhikes on a lonely Louisiana highway in the sugar cane fields. A cloud of birds takes flight overhead, an omen for either good or bad, which I cannot tell. She says, “Hey do you have a place to crash tonight? If...
#love
#heartbroken
#romantic #illness
#romantic #illness
47 reads
11 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
2nd May 2019 7:15pm
2nd May 2019 7:15pm
The Off-Script Society
The Off-Script Society
Today the grass is green and the women who keep me company show me their summer ways with sunshine smiles and June dresses. A single-lens reflex camera is slung over my shoulder to keep my three women always in the apple of their youth. We cross from the college campus through the gates of the military academy, closed long ago. But the call to arms is so far away from our sun touched shoulders with the gentle sway of women.
I begin to take snapshots of our entourage as the women march like an army of peace. Mandy says, “Hey,...
Today the grass is green and the women who keep me company show me their summer ways with sunshine smiles and June dresses. A single-lens reflex camera is slung over my shoulder to keep my three women always in the apple of their youth. We cross from the college campus through the gates of the military academy, closed long ago. But the call to arms is so far away from our sun touched shoulders with the gentle sway of women.
I begin to take snapshots of our entourage as the women march like an army of peace. Mandy says, “Hey,...
#romantic
#threesome
#historical
87 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2019 10:10pm
1st May 2019 10:10pm
Panning for Wisdom
Panning for Wisdom
Blathering fools from another dimension
Take the airwaves by storm
With epistles to the Ephesians
From a distant corner of the galaxy
Where panning for nuggets of wisdom
Is as fruitless as digging for diamond sutras
With a blown fuse where neurons should be
Blathering fools from another dimension
Take the airwaves by storm
With epistles to the Ephesians
From a distant corner of the galaxy
Where panning for nuggets of wisdom
Is as fruitless as digging for diamond sutras
With a blown fuse where neurons should be
#surreal
30 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2019 9:31pm
1st May 2019 9:31pm
Helium Vocals
Helium Vocals
Fallen women find solace
Even in jumbled males
Whose voices squeak
Like Tom and Jerry on helium
In a rerun from childhood
Fallen women find solace
Even in jumbled males
Whose voices squeak
Like Tom and Jerry on helium
In a rerun from childhood
#surreal
23 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2019 2:38am
30th Apr 2019 2:38am
Good Vibes
Good Vibes
Peace patters like raindrops
On my roof of dreams
Like soft fingertips
Massaging my mind
Peace patters like raindrops
On my roof of dreams
Like soft fingertips
Massaging my mind
#rain
#peace
70 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2019 3:50am
29th Apr 2019 3:50am
Madmen Never Get Old
Madmen Never Get Old
Grab a hold of your madness
Make love to it like a Bourbon Street lady
Who knows her tricks like the back of her hand
And with a twist of her tongue
Takes you down for a boxing match
Where the ring is the mattress
Your crazy days aren’t over
And a dime and a nickel will get you bubble gum
Where Haight meets Asbury
In a club where the blues blast
Just enough to get you through
A long manic night
In a jam session on the threshold
Where chaos theory meets the harmony of the spheres
Grab a hold of your madness
Make love to it like a Bourbon Street lady
Who knows her tricks like the back of her hand
And with a twist of her tongue
Takes you down for a boxing match
Where the ring is the mattress
Your crazy days aren’t over
And a dime and a nickel will get you bubble gum
Where Haight meets Asbury
In a club where the blues blast
Just enough to get you through
A long manic night
In a jam session on the threshold
Where chaos theory meets the harmony of the spheres
#city
#music
#MyInspiration #surreal
#MyInspiration #surreal
35 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2019 3:14am
28th Apr 2019 3:14am
Rose Garden
Rose Garden
Rose garden overtaken by brambles
My old hands prune
The garden Mom and I planted
So many memories in the past
Rose garden overtaken by brambles
My old hands prune
The garden Mom and I planted
So many memories in the past
#mother
#memories
#nostalgia #son
#nostalgia #son
40 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Apr 2019 2:37am
27th Apr 2019 2:37am
Her Tongue
Her Tongue
Her tongue in my ear
Is a wet filling
Of slippery heat
Her tongue in my ear
Is a wet filling
Of slippery heat
#women
#men
#erotic #sensual
#erotic #sensual
133 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Apr 2019 4:21am
20th Apr 2019 4:21am
Bathtub Noir
Bathtub Noir
My lanky ole self is sunk in bathtub noir. The black walls circle me like hawks. My naked body is to be the playground for Gothic sisters in coal gowns. They slip their Coven cotton off to bare their leather strap bodices.
Two of them hold my legs apart by the knees. Another one drains the water from the tub until only my derriere and feet are immersed. The third one brandishes a shaving razor. But before she begins she spreads shaving cream upon my pubic hair with my penis and balls surrounded by the creamy white. The menthol cream feels cool against...
My lanky ole self is sunk in bathtub noir. The black walls circle me like hawks. My naked body is to be the playground for Gothic sisters in coal gowns. They slip their Coven cotton off to bare their leather strap bodices.
Two of them hold my legs apart by the knees. Another one drains the water from the tub until only my derriere and feet are immersed. The third one brandishes a shaving razor. But before she begins she spreads shaving cream upon my pubic hair with my penis and balls surrounded by the creamy white. The menthol cream feels cool against...
#erotic
#gothic
#water #sensual
#water #sensual
72 reads
4 Comments
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