Submissions by spdred (spidey)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
mad seer. spider of the south. slowly and gleefully spiraling into incoherence.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2019 3:33pm
23rd Aug 2019 3:33pm
love letters for the end of the world: iv
carved bones held
tight in my hands
when the earth shook.
a song in my mind.
the stomping of feet
and lifting of hands.
i knew
there was a line crossed there,
somewhere,
behind the absence of fear.
in the sudden trembling glee,
in the shifting of stones.
i wondered if there were yet more lines to cross.
tight in my hands
when the earth shook.
a song in my mind.
the stomping of feet
and lifting of hands.
i knew
there was a line crossed there,
somewhere,
behind the absence of fear.
in the sudden trembling glee,
in the shifting of stones.
i wondered if there were yet more lines to cross.
#love
#earth
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2019 6:20am
2nd Aug 2019 6:20am
love letters for the end of the world: III
when there is nothing left of your altar
but ashes and wilted spring blooms,
when the wood of your idols no longer remember
how to hold the smoke of incense,
when faith is little more than a fallen tree
rotting quietly in the woods,
I'll come. like so many times before, I'll come.
bending stiff knee and raising gnarled hands.
I'll lay myself down before you and offer up my life
in its final extant form.
as I revealed myself to you years ago in spirit,
I'll do so again in flesh.
layer by...
but ashes and wilted spring blooms,
when the wood of your idols no longer remember
how to hold the smoke of incense,
when faith is little more than a fallen tree
rotting quietly in the woods,
I'll come. like so many times before, I'll come.
bending stiff knee and raising gnarled hands.
I'll lay myself down before you and offer up my life
in its final extant form.
as I revealed myself to you years ago in spirit,
I'll do so again in flesh.
layer by...
#love
#death
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#sacrifice
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2019 1:49pm
1st Aug 2019 1:49pm
love letters for the end of the world: II
i love. and love. and love. and i
will never not hunger
for more,
to love more.
it takes all of me yet i need
more. than this, than all.
this is what they mean when they say that Love is Divine,
and the Divine is all-consuming.
and i see, now.
the Priestess of Djehuty, lady of Khmun's waters she was, who told me long ago:
to seek (and live in the finding of) the Divine is a burning,
an ache unlike any other, and fulfillment beyond all else. --she's right.
so i love. and i love. and i love.
i...
will never not hunger
for more,
to love more.
it takes all of me yet i need
more. than this, than all.
this is what they mean when they say that Love is Divine,
and the Divine is all-consuming.
and i see, now.
the Priestess of Djehuty, lady of Khmun's waters she was, who told me long ago:
to seek (and live in the finding of) the Divine is a burning,
an ache unlike any other, and fulfillment beyond all else. --she's right.
so i love. and i love. and i love.
i...
#love
#God
#spiritual #meditation
#spiritual #meditation
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Aug 2019 1:43pm
1st Aug 2019 1:43pm
love letters for the end of the world: I
would that the fences gave out, and if they so should i would gleefully go--
like a snake from the opened mouth of a trap into the hold of the undergrowth,
like Orpheus into the dark, like Romeo's heart to his paramour's window.
like Icarus, as lovingly soaring up as falling to the grasp of the waters below.
would that i were unfettered by my love and my love's restraint,
(round my wrists and ankles, spider-silk with a mountain's weight)
for love does keep me bowed, yet love shall set me standing straight
come time to meet my due-- a lifetime yet,...
like a snake from the opened mouth of a trap into the hold of the undergrowth,
like Orpheus into the dark, like Romeo's heart to his paramour's window.
like Icarus, as lovingly soaring up as falling to the grasp of the waters below.
would that i were unfettered by my love and my love's restraint,
(round my wrists and ankles, spider-silk with a mountain's weight)
for love does keep me bowed, yet love shall set me standing straight
come time to meet my due-- a lifetime yet,...
#love
#apocalypse
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SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2019 5:28pm
10th May 2019 5:28pm
healing
at one point i realized
i had no pain left
that needed spilling
into these words.
where it was once a flood
it became
a river,
flowing through my forest.
watering my trees.
i had no pain left
that needed spilling
into these words.
where it was once a flood
it became
a river,
flowing through my forest.
watering my trees.
#MentalHealth
#healing
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Apr 2019 9:37am
6th Apr 2019 9:37am
pretty
smug, that's what it is.
the flash of my teeth
and the glint in my eye
is
smug,
when that word is laid at my feet.
call the mountains tall,
the ocean deep,
and deep space wide
--and that's what "pretty" is to me.
"vain" you may call me, too,
but if only you knew...
i'm pretty on the inside too.
that is, if you
consider
the deep-ocean dark
just as pretty as wild spring blooms.
if you
love the fire
as much as its warmth.
if you
love...
the flash of my teeth
and the glint in my eye
is
smug,
when that word is laid at my feet.
call the mountains tall,
the ocean deep,
and deep space wide
--and that's what "pretty" is to me.
"vain" you may call me, too,
but if only you knew...
i'm pretty on the inside too.
that is, if you
consider
the deep-ocean dark
just as pretty as wild spring blooms.
if you
love the fire
as much as its warmth.
if you
love...
#identity
#beauty
#SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Mar 2019 1:30pm
28th Mar 2019 1:30pm
as ice, as is
You're not at all what I thought you'd be."
Well. Better or worse, I'd like to think
I'm rather honest.
At least on matters of the heart.
At least to myself.
Though, like any Iceberg,
I am visible only in part.
If only for the weight of what I am,
I am heavier than the water that holds me--
to a degree.
Obviously, the part that isn't
is the part you see
initially.
I hide not; it is simply my nature
to be hidden.
And though it is the nature of water
to conceal,
if your eyes...
Well. Better or worse, I'd like to think
I'm rather honest.
At least on matters of the heart.
At least to myself.
Though, like any Iceberg,
I am visible only in part.
If only for the weight of what I am,
I am heavier than the water that holds me--
to a degree.
Obviously, the part that isn't
is the part you see
initially.
I hide not; it is simply my nature
to be hidden.
And though it is the nature of water
to conceal,
if your eyes...
#honesty
#SelfReflection
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Mar 2019 9:20am
14th Mar 2019 9:20am
predation
she
grins as i unravel,
open my ribs to her
lovingly.
she
kisses me
as though i don't feel
her teeth.
i try not to grin in return.
she
dives.
into the dark pathways
i reveal to her.
takes my silks and silvers
down the tunnels
of the Tree.
she
makes as if she devoured
me.
there
at the very bottom of
her quickly-fleeing hunger,
i wait
with my unsated own.
lovingly.
grins as i unravel,
open my ribs to her
lovingly.
she
kisses me
as though i don't feel
her teeth.
i try not to grin in return.
she
dives.
into the dark pathways
i reveal to her.
takes my silks and silvers
down the tunnels
of the Tree.
she
makes as if she devoured
me.
there
at the very bottom of
her quickly-fleeing hunger,
i wait
with my unsated own.
lovingly.
#relationships
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2019 8:12am
7th Mar 2019 8:12am
faith in common
we, bend knee to the same force,
the same inutterable flame,
the same wilderness cut
in the facets of the same hundred names.
i know you but for the carving
of your current gleaming frame.
you of ash and i of vine,
but brother, in us and our shared paramour,
the two are oft entwined--
to what difference now, than ever before?
what trenches thus, what wretched troughs
have you there suffered, and i not suffered of?
"i, i, i. i alone," you say, "and They, my only guide..."
with stinging grin, in bitter...
the same inutterable flame,
the same wilderness cut
in the facets of the same hundred names.
i know you but for the carving
of your current gleaming frame.
you of ash and i of vine,
but brother, in us and our shared paramour,
the two are oft entwined--
to what difference now, than ever before?
what trenches thus, what wretched troughs
have you there suffered, and i not suffered of?
"i, i, i. i alone," you say, "and They, my only guide..."
with stinging grin, in bitter...
#depression
#loneliness
#brother
#friendship
#faith
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ANGER POEM
Published
18th Jul 2018 2:19pm
18th Jul 2018 2:19pm
Daughter of Saints
It feels as though I have lost my tongue.
No meters this time, no reason. no rhyme.
How funny. I've always been a liar.
(I learn from the very best--
education starts at home.)
Why I put up with my own abuse,
who can say?
Perhaps I am a fool for love.
Perhaps I still believe in blood.
Perhaps I cannot bear it anyway.
I stay.
I stay because I am not strong enough
or cruel enough
or even alive enough
to fight.
The breeze that comes each midnight
tells me always,
"You can...
No meters this time, no reason. no rhyme.
How funny. I've always been a liar.
(I learn from the very best--
education starts at home.)
Why I put up with my own abuse,
who can say?
Perhaps I am a fool for love.
Perhaps I still believe in blood.
Perhaps I cannot bear it anyway.
I stay.
I stay because I am not strong enough
or cruel enough
or even alive enough
to fight.
The breeze that comes each midnight
tells me always,
"You can...
#family
#abuse
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Jun 2018 7:08pm
15th Jun 2018 7:08pm
Mirror Witness
severance. sweet severance,
above the wilted blooms of love and rage,
a foot beneath the grip of brotherhood.
where patience stands, and loyalty lies dead,
the summer comes and passes as it should.
a grace,
so trampled as grace has, and always will,
an offering upon the shrine of pride.
a protest to the leash that ever has,
but echoing into the great divide.
a thought,
repeating.
repeating.
repeating.
do not forgive me my faithlessness.
severance. sweet...
above the wilted blooms of love and rage,
a foot beneath the grip of brotherhood.
where patience stands, and loyalty lies dead,
the summer comes and passes as it should.
a grace,
so trampled as grace has, and always will,
an offering upon the shrine of pride.
a protest to the leash that ever has,
but echoing into the great divide.
a thought,
repeating.
repeating.
repeating.
do not forgive me my faithlessness.
severance. sweet...
#brother
#family
#patience #separation
#patience #separation
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Nov 2017 4:33pm
26th Nov 2017 4:33pm
traveler
i am the lady of the crossroads
alive in the liminal
you may stop for a moment
in my arms
but never longer
take your solace from my lips
leave your sorrows on my tongue
but walk on
i will watch
from every road you did not take
alive in the liminal
you may stop for a moment
in my arms
but never longer
take your solace from my lips
leave your sorrows on my tongue
but walk on
i will watch
from every road you did not take
#travel
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