Submissions by mysticstones
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
like the autumn
to live as a child.
in the moment,
for this little while.
in the cover of a smile.
to see, all so safe.
some other time,
in another place.
but to grow old, in this world,
knowing there won’t be a hand to hold.
dreams and visions, coming.
with forceful revelations.
unfit and maladjusted,
even His Holiness...
can’t assist the one, who pretends.
for what is, is. And comes to an end.
to give my love,
to receive...
in the moment,
for this little while.
in the cover of a smile.
to see, all so safe.
some other time,
in another place.
but to grow old, in this world,
knowing there won’t be a hand to hold.
dreams and visions, coming.
with forceful revelations.
unfit and maladjusted,
even His Holiness...
can’t assist the one, who pretends.
for what is, is. And comes to an end.
to give my love,
to receive...
#childhood
#aging
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10000 days
as the days wane
we, in a world,
the bustling of the insane.
in contemplation,
rocking chairs, my hand in yours
less now, the commotion
as the breeze,
so touches on
this life of ease.
gray hairs and wrinkles cut deep within the face,
but so sweet are the days as I remember your teddy of lace
the quiet of the midday
disrupted by your enormous laugh
and the expressions said
how could I not join in.... but laugh.
slowing is our pace
as evening rolls into place
the breaking of bread moments after we say...
we, in a world,
the bustling of the insane.
in contemplation,
rocking chairs, my hand in yours
less now, the commotion
as the breeze,
so touches on
this life of ease.
gray hairs and wrinkles cut deep within the face,
but so sweet are the days as I remember your teddy of lace
the quiet of the midday
disrupted by your enormous laugh
and the expressions said
how could I not join in.... but laugh.
slowing is our pace
as evening rolls into place
the breaking of bread moments after we say...
#relationships
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hue of blue
is there anyone out there?
are you a stones throw away?
or should I heave a small pebble?
where is your gentle laugh? too far from my ears.
where are those eyes? surely, they are not within mine.
where is your warm sensual body....not between my arms.
how does one make the simple dreams come true.
can a rainbow mix its colors only from a hue of blue?
are you a stones throw away?
or should I heave a small pebble?
where is your gentle laugh? too far from my ears.
where are those eyes? surely, they are not within mine.
where is your warm sensual body....not between my arms.
how does one make the simple dreams come true.
can a rainbow mix its colors only from a hue of blue?
#LookingForLove
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on writing
I want to write...but never make the time...
it is easy...
to write love poems
to the phantoms and the myths in my head....
easier to coax the invisible to my bed.
it is easy...
to write love poems
to the phantoms and the myths in my head....
easier to coax the invisible to my bed.
#frustration
#despair
#apathy
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a license to pen
#lust
#erotic
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nurturing the wine
So I must express, with all my freedom, what my thoughts possess.
I wondered as I read, of how the pink was ever so sweet.
I pictured, yes, I dared,
to peel away each petal of pink.
To see all that you might bare.
Could this sweetness be as nurturing as wine?
As I take two more sips
to drink from your cup of pink.
Quickly I wish to think.
A thought, in passing, whimsical yet I seek.
I wondered as I read, of how the pink was ever so sweet.
I pictured, yes, I dared,
to peel away each petal of pink.
To see all that you might bare.
Could this sweetness be as nurturing as wine?
As I take two more sips
to drink from your cup of pink.
Quickly I wish to think.
A thought, in passing, whimsical yet I seek.
#temptation
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Jack O Lanterns (edit)
#lust
#erotic
#sexy
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Lady... you disappear so
My Sweet Lady
the weekend and away you go
you disappear so.
the nights and days pass
rushing and moving yet fast
will ever a moment come
that will cause a slowing to last.
Angel of beauty in the picture
you an object, my mind's fixture...
flirtations and fleeting of a glance
the lacking is as deadly as my opponent's lance.
the essence of courtly love...
our base, from Her moon above
set the tone
as the sun succumbs to our moon.
visions I have of you sitting alone
the pondering knight as I am ...
the weekend and away you go
you disappear so.
the nights and days pass
rushing and moving yet fast
will ever a moment come
that will cause a slowing to last.
Angel of beauty in the picture
you an object, my mind's fixture...
flirtations and fleeting of a glance
the lacking is as deadly as my opponent's lance.
the essence of courtly love...
our base, from Her moon above
set the tone
as the sun succumbs to our moon.
visions I have of you sitting alone
the pondering knight as I am ...
#ForbiddenLove
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the witching hour
#erotic
#temptation
#passion
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before the first snow...
Hmmm...and I think of you...
where o where...
when will i cast my eyes on you...
when o when..
her moon becomes full...
the wiccan gather
people stir...
my body aches for you
pounding beats..
as my blood rushes...
I ponder...
as the leather of the resting flogger
waits another day...
stars fill the night...
casting sparkles
to lay in the green grass
before the first snow...
to lay my eyes on you
before the gray fills my beard...
before the work of the raven...
Oh…how you fill...
where o where...
when will i cast my eyes on you...
when o when..
her moon becomes full...
the wiccan gather
people stir...
my body aches for you
pounding beats..
as my blood rushes...
I ponder...
as the leather of the resting flogger
waits another day...
stars fill the night...
casting sparkles
to lay in the green grass
before the first snow...
to lay my eyes on you
before the gray fills my beard...
before the work of the raven...
Oh…how you fill...
#love
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Deep within myself
As the flickering of the candle's glow,
shadows float in the light so low.
Dreams and trances all given to mood
solemn moments as I sit, I brood.
Eyes grow heavy with each changing tune
leaving me blinded by tonight's full moon.
Ever so lonely as I sit
only wishes I have not to forget.
Moments like we had before
I wish them back- for they, I adored.
Sleep haunts me evermore, is that you at my door?
For to hold you tight, that's the...
shadows float in the light so low.
Dreams and trances all given to mood
solemn moments as I sit, I brood.
Eyes grow heavy with each changing tune
leaving me blinded by tonight's full moon.
Ever so lonely as I sit
only wishes I have not to forget.
Moments like we had before
I wish them back- for they, I adored.
Sleep haunts me evermore, is that you at my door?
For to hold you tight, that's the...
#dreams
#sensual
#passion
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little dab and schooner’s mast
a little dab of this
along with a dab of that
and what shall we have
but,
a glimmer with a spark
giving way through my dark.
patterns
as if, a spider had spun
mystic webs- from where we've begun
systematically forming our past
as the making of a schooner’s mast.
along with a dab of that
and what shall we have
but,
a glimmer with a spark
giving way through my dark.
patterns
as if, a spider had spun
mystic webs- from where we've begun
systematically forming our past
as the making of a schooner’s mast.
#meditation
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