Submissions by princeluteia (Luteia)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have competed at a provincial level for slam poetry and I enjoy writing poetry about all sorts of things. I am also fictionkind as well as generally alterhuman, and I don't intend on shutting up about it anytime soon. It greatly influences my work.
SELF POEM
Published
24th Mar 2019 8:36am
24th Mar 2019 8:36am
overmorrow on the river of time
The biggest mistake I ever made was living for tomorrow knowing there'd be no day after it. Living for tomorrow knowing there'd be no overmorrow, living on a countdown until the day I graduated highschool or the day I put a gun in my mouth. Because we all fuckin' know that nobody cares after you graduate, you never see them anymore and they'll find out in five, ten years in time for the reunion but it'll have been so long they won't care. Because you're on a countdown on until you live or die, and you've got to make your choice. You've got to make a choice to live or die, thinking it'll be...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Mar 2019 8:35am
24th Mar 2019 8:35am
highway 17 west like a falling star
You know, people romanticize death. Especially in a place like this, where you scream out your trauma and curse out your injustice and someone tosses out some fresh breath in the name of somethin’ funny. A lot of people here talk about death, and rightly so, because it is not so much the unknown we wish for but the ending, the beautiful, glorious, bloodstained ending.
Because the falling star is not loved for when it fades but for how it burns out so bright. Because we keep trying to die, and stepping back at the final moment, because damn it, you never feel so alive as the moment...
Because the falling star is not loved for when it fades but for how it burns out so bright. Because we keep trying to die, and stepping back at the final moment, because damn it, you never feel so alive as the moment...
#confessional
#confusion
#SelfReflection #FeelingLost
#SelfReflection #FeelingLost
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STORY POEM
Published
31st Aug 2018 4:08am
31st Aug 2018 4:08am
faery rings like wedding bands.
drink the wine from the chalice, my love,
dance your heart away in the grass.
step over forgotten bones, ambrosia through the eyes of the dead,
draw your laughter to the stars like such shining lights.
open your eyes to the flowers, my love,
tulips and roses and oak and ash,
toss salt like faery dust over your shoulder, iron in your eyes,
draw the blade from your heart like a lost, lost rose.
dance your heart away in the grass.
step over forgotten bones, ambrosia through the eyes of the dead,
draw your laughter to the stars like such shining lights.
open your eyes to the flowers, my love,
tulips and roses and oak and ash,
toss salt like faery dust over your shoulder, iron in your eyes,
draw the blade from your heart like a lost, lost rose.
#violence
#fairies
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Aug 2018 8:50pm
25th Aug 2018 8:50pm
Our Last Summer
Last summer, I wrote a poem, and it talked about an ending in potentia. An ending where someone died. But that person wasn't me, and he wasn't you, and I was tired of saving people and giving up my heart just to be told to fuck off; and then you offered me something pretty because you were tired of making ugly things you didn't have a choice in anymore and my darling,
did we even really know we were meant to last?
Last summer, two boys-not-yet-men-not-ever-girls sit half a continent apart, one on the sidelines of a dance in a shiny dress and one on a boat in an ill-fitting tux and...
did we even really know we were meant to last?
Last summer, two boys-not-yet-men-not-ever-girls sit half a continent apart, one on the sidelines of a dance in a shiny dress and one on a boat in an ill-fitting tux and...
#hope
#LGBT
#TimeHeals
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Aug 2018 8:50pm
25th Aug 2018 8:50pm
an ending in potentia
in my mind there is an ending in potentia. an ending where you die.
they'd say it was suicide, of course it is, i of all people would know. you told me more than you'd tell anyone else, and yet, i still don't know how much of it was lies.
i don't know who i'd get the news from in this ending of potentia. the boy i loved? or the boy you said you loved?
this story was not unlike lolita: you interpreted the book wrong, so wrong-
and i read it right.
should i be sad, be guilty, grieve over your death? you ruined months of my life. took away time that'll never flow...
they'd say it was suicide, of course it is, i of all people would know. you told me more than you'd tell anyone else, and yet, i still don't know how much of it was lies.
i don't know who i'd get the news from in this ending of potentia. the boy i loved? or the boy you said you loved?
this story was not unlike lolita: you interpreted the book wrong, so wrong-
and i read it right.
should i be sad, be guilty, grieve over your death? you ruined months of my life. took away time that'll never flow...
#anger
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ANGER POEM
Published
24th Aug 2018 7:33pm
24th Aug 2018 7:33pm
you will never be pretty.
you will never be pretty."
the bile rises in your throat.
"you will never be pretty,"
you cannot really slice ugliness out of your veins. no matter how much you starve, or cry out your water reserves, or try to run out the pain, you cannot make the jeers or the pity go away. they ring out louder than the noises in the woods, made by more forgiving predators. your classmates refuse to go near you because you're untouchable, like your weight is a contagious disease. but their expressions of laughter and disgust make up for their silence, that laughter like it's a joke. like it's...
the bile rises in your throat.
"you will never be pretty,"
you cannot really slice ugliness out of your veins. no matter how much you starve, or cry out your water reserves, or try to run out the pain, you cannot make the jeers or the pity go away. they ring out louder than the noises in the woods, made by more forgiving predators. your classmates refuse to go near you because you're untouchable, like your weight is a contagious disease. but their expressions of laughter and disgust make up for their silence, that laughter like it's a joke. like it's...
#hope
#beauty
#suicide
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Aug 2018 7:32pm
24th Aug 2018 7:32pm
the cost of blood.
the cost of blood is twelve dollars per ounce. that price varies by geographical location.
and that is valuable, more valuable than anything else i could give you.
why give you my love if i could give you my life? why give you my heart if i could make yours beat?
the deadliest weapons are tempered in molten blood, and the cruellest demons summoned by virgin blood.
blood has a cost and gold alone can never pay for the guilt that comes with wounding someone. but what if it is not gold that is required for blood, but blood required for gold?
how much of yourself must one...
and that is valuable, more valuable than anything else i could give you.
why give you my love if i could give you my life? why give you my heart if i could make yours beat?
the deadliest weapons are tempered in molten blood, and the cruellest demons summoned by virgin blood.
blood has a cost and gold alone can never pay for the guilt that comes with wounding someone. but what if it is not gold that is required for blood, but blood required for gold?
how much of yourself must one...
#love
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STORY POEM
Published
24th Aug 2018 00:32am
24th Aug 2018 00:32am
evermore.
i was riding home one day and i
looked up to the cloudy setting sun
and the mountains extended far
far into the sky
at their summit lay a river,
almost singing out to be crossed.
they say rivers are symbolic
the rushing waters will lead you
to a place that goes by many names
but the one i know it by
and maybe another does too-
evermore.
but it isn't easily accessed
and you have to try.
i could ride forever and stop only for gas
but unless i truly felt free
i would never cross the river
of...
looked up to the cloudy setting sun
and the mountains extended far
far into the sky
at their summit lay a river,
almost singing out to be crossed.
they say rivers are symbolic
the rushing waters will lead you
to a place that goes by many names
but the one i know it by
and maybe another does too-
evermore.
but it isn't easily accessed
and you have to try.
i could ride forever and stop only for gas
but unless i truly felt free
i would never cross the river
of...
#hope
#magic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Aug 2018 00:32am
24th Aug 2018 00:32am
learning to ride
10km per hour.
Wobbling, first gear, clutch half-in.
Slow loops around a parking lot.
20km per hour.
Steady, second gear, foot on the brake.
Emergency stops and slow corners.
30km per hour.
Steady, second gear, one eye on the mirrors.
On the street for the first time.
40km per hour.
Steady, third gear, hand clenched on the throttle.
A slightly larger street, some traffic.
50km per hour.
Panicky, fourth gear, no hand on the clutch.
"Get up here, don't fall back." I swear I'm flying.
60km...
Wobbling, first gear, clutch half-in.
Slow loops around a parking lot.
20km per hour.
Steady, second gear, foot on the brake.
Emergency stops and slow corners.
30km per hour.
Steady, second gear, one eye on the mirrors.
On the street for the first time.
40km per hour.
Steady, third gear, hand clenched on the throttle.
A slightly larger street, some traffic.
50km per hour.
Panicky, fourth gear, no hand on the clutch.
"Get up here, don't fall back." I swear I'm flying.
60km...
#learning
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Aug 2018 8:26pm
21st Aug 2018 8:26pm
the twice-lit world
fall asleep within
the ever rainforest
wake up to
a misty sempiternal world
if you run through
the foggy border
eventually you'll find
an endless sea to cross
the forest is quiet
ringing with a silent melody
creation within
the dark warmth of earth
flee from the light.
artificial love is not
nearly as pure as
the comforting love of night.
fall asleep within
the twice-lit rainforest
wake up to
a dreamy-divine plane
the ever rainforest
wake up to
a misty sempiternal world
if you run through
the foggy border
eventually you'll find
an endless sea to cross
the forest is quiet
ringing with a silent melody
creation within
the dark warmth of earth
flee from the light.
artificial love is not
nearly as pure as
the comforting love of night.
fall asleep within
the twice-lit rainforest
wake up to
a dreamy-divine plane
#dreams
#fairies
#magic
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2018 8:25pm
21st Aug 2018 8:25pm
an ode to an angel i once knew
Worlds away, your halo still shines bright.
A sealed path from me, I can still hear your silent voice.
In whispered dreams, I don’t know if I did right.
A half-forgotten memory, it had never been your choice.
To come from a world of blossoms silver,
Though you did cry, we left for a world of a twice lit sky.
You may take my cloak, darling, do not shiver
Here, Princess, now you will never die.
A cascading river of golden tresses
And every feather in its place
Adorned by the bluest of all dresses
Bright glowed a halo in its...
A sealed path from me, I can still hear your silent voice.
In whispered dreams, I don’t know if I did right.
A half-forgotten memory, it had never been your choice.
To come from a world of blossoms silver,
Though you did cry, we left for a world of a twice lit sky.
You may take my cloak, darling, do not shiver
Here, Princess, now you will never die.
A cascading river of golden tresses
And every feather in its place
Adorned by the bluest of all dresses
Bright glowed a halo in its...
#girlfriend
#magic
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2018 5:24am
21st Aug 2018 5:24am
Depend on Me
Your voice carries through the gale
But even so; it sounds so frail
"A raven can't fly with wings of glass"
So why do you make decisions so rash?
These past few years haven't been nice
Even though we've met naught but twice
The skies are violet, they once were blue
Please don't tell me this is you, fair and true.
You were blinded by rage and sorrow
And now you won't live to see tomorrow
If you had worn goggles, maybe you'd've seen clearly
But I didn't hold your life so dearly
Now you're gone, and I'm alone
What...
But even so; it sounds so frail
"A raven can't fly with wings of glass"
So why do you make decisions so rash?
These past few years haven't been nice
Even though we've met naught but twice
The skies are violet, they once were blue
Please don't tell me this is you, fair and true.
You were blinded by rage and sorrow
And now you won't live to see tomorrow
If you had worn goggles, maybe you'd've seen clearly
But I didn't hold your life so dearly
Now you're gone, and I'm alone
What...
#brother
#family
#magic
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