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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 8:59pm
8th Mar 2025 8:59pm
THE MASTER - SHATTERED REFLECTIONS
#evil
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FeNyX
Poem Published
31st Dec 2020 12:54pm
31st Dec 2020 12:54pm
k A Tale Of Two Brothers
There's a story of two bothers. Two other brothers or the same brothers. One gets twisted in the throes of early tumultuous history telling. Warped over time to fit exigency and greed.
Both had fine brides that loved them very well, but the younger who ruled the heavens grew jealous of his elder and coveted his wife. So he conspired with the nether world to kill his younger brother. They succeeded.
They lay a trap and drowned him in the great river, causing a panic in the realm below .
His wife led the search and eventually found him nestled...
Both had fine brides that loved them very well, but the younger who ruled the heavens grew jealous of his elder and coveted his wife. So he conspired with the nether world to kill his younger brother. They succeeded.
They lay a trap and drowned him in the great river, causing a panic in the realm below .
His wife led the search and eventually found him nestled...
#love
#jealousy
#spiritual
#revenge
#healing
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FeNyX
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 2:16pm
12th Jan 2021 2:16pm
k- Slaves Do Not A Lord Make
Further along he walked softly alongside Mercury. Witches fun and dead innocents behind now. He mourned his failings, wishing he were better, always better. Filling his heart with guilt and pain he carried as the weight of oceans.
His legacy was long and troubled, tinged with greatness and tragedy. He carried almost all unknowingly, save for his line. Royal of royals he respected it and strove to better it in all ways, compassion being one. His name will drop form the story in time, his given name that is ... his other name will follow him and his offspring through eternity...
His legacy was long and troubled, tinged with greatness and tragedy. He carried almost all unknowingly, save for his line. Royal of royals he respected it and strove to better it in all ways, compassion being one. His name will drop form the story in time, his given name that is ... his other name will follow him and his offspring through eternity...
#love
#FreeVerse
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FeNyX
Poem Published
25th Jan 2021 1:05am
25th Jan 2021 1:05am
Notifications
Jeff awoke to his phone alarm at 6am. Rolling over to quiet it. Then punching in his pin to check his texts, Facebook notifications, Twitter notifications, Instagram etc. Seeing the large number today he settles in to scroll through them in turn. Scrolling the titles and opening words of each, then opening and sometimes replying to interesting ones.
He pays particular attention to a co-worker's comments and posts. The blonde with the big tits he's been trying to bed. Another sexy selfie she tagged him in. Ogling her pic in a tight fall sweater with a come hither look, has his lust...
He pays particular attention to a co-worker's comments and posts. The blonde with the big tits he's been trying to bed. Another sexy selfie she tagged him in. Ogling her pic in a tight fall sweater with a come hither look, has his lust...
#philosophical
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FeNyX
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2021 9:29am
2nd Feb 2021 9:29am
k- Present Incoherent
I sleep infrequently and sparingly. The apartment is too cold and too hot and I think it's just me. It's as cluttered as my mind is these days. My practical memory ... google, and my personal memory riddled with mysteries.
I dream tales ... stories, fantasies, horrors ... truths? I don't know. One night I am a mighty King, loved and revered for wisdom and a child must be split ... and Mother defers ... and I wake sweating. Another I'm a soldier with a flint musket, rushing up a hill bayonet affixed and ready to skewer a Redcoat with young terrified eyes. I run him through and...
I dream tales ... stories, fantasies, horrors ... truths? I don't know. One night I am a mighty King, loved and revered for wisdom and a child must be split ... and Mother defers ... and I wake sweating. Another I'm a soldier with a flint musket, rushing up a hill bayonet affixed and ready to skewer a Redcoat with young terrified eyes. I run him through and...
#love
#dreams
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:32pm
11th Apr 2025 12:32pm
A Suicide of Crows (Ch4)
Chapter Four
I
Siberian Taiga
Those trees could’ve predated
the Sequoia and Redwoods of
California, a congregation
of sentinels.
An ink abyss of sky towered
above the festivities.
Aisik [From Nivkh "ais" meaning
gold] took a big slug of vodka,
then another, his sister pulling
a lit torch from outta nowhere,
held it close, as he blew the
second swig of vodka into the
flames.
Sending a burst of light
into the night.
II
The whole clan...
I
Siberian Taiga
Those trees could’ve predated
the Sequoia and Redwoods of
California, a congregation
of sentinels.
An ink abyss of sky towered
above the festivities.
Aisik [From Nivkh "ais" meaning
gold] took a big slug of vodka,
then another, his sister pulling
a lit torch from outta nowhere,
held it close, as he blew the
second swig of vodka into the
flames.
Sending a burst of light
into the night.
II
The whole clan...
#shadows
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 12:32pm
11th Apr 2025 12:32pm
A Suicide of Crows (Ch5)
Chapter Five
I
Feeling a caution to the wind
carelessness, Liz/Beth, clad
in red corset, garters and silk
stockings, gripped the glass pipe
in a shadow of an alleyway
of The Red Light District.
Her dealer held the lighter
over the bowl, hand cupping
the flame, illuminated softly
like a votary candle.
She smoked the toad.
The venom of a Sonoran
Desert Toad.
II
Such a full bodied smoke.
A moment of tranquility on
the exhale, which seemed
to...
I
Feeling a caution to the wind
carelessness, Liz/Beth, clad
in red corset, garters and silk
stockings, gripped the glass pipe
in a shadow of an alleyway
of The Red Light District.
Her dealer held the lighter
over the bowl, hand cupping
the flame, illuminated softly
like a votary candle.
She smoked the toad.
The venom of a Sonoran
Desert Toad.
II
Such a full bodied smoke.
A moment of tranquility on
the exhale, which seemed
to...
#shadows
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 11:05am
3rd Apr 2025 11:05am
Playing The Piano
The piano's keys made a noise.
That sounded like a lullaby,a voice.
As the hand went through the piano.
And it played their own song.
The melody was serene.
Peaceful,and very long.
Everyone clapped as they began to play.
Everybody listened and began to sway.
May I play with you,if I may?
Or hear your song someday?
Figures began to dance in your mind.
Your stress disappear as you unwind.
And the music became images,illusions.
Real,or in your head.
They become stories,that people will tell when you are...
That sounded like a lullaby,a voice.
As the hand went through the piano.
And it played their own song.
The melody was serene.
Peaceful,and very long.
Everyone clapped as they began to play.
Everybody listened and began to sway.
May I play with you,if I may?
Or hear your song someday?
Figures began to dance in your mind.
Your stress disappear as you unwind.
And the music became images,illusions.
Real,or in your head.
They become stories,that people will tell when you are...
#dance
#happiness
#hope
#music
#uplifting
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FeNyX
Poem Published
14th Dec 2020 12:36pm
14th Dec 2020 12:36pm
k- The Ways The Mind Poisons The Heart As In The Heavens As On The Earth
The nature of Magik is pure. The nature of those who invoke it is ... suspect at best. To wield it creates a responsibility. Though most invocations are neutral in this, conjuring a cloak or summoning an article of clothing, some tend to fall outside this area. Altering one's perception or reality. Manipulating one as a puppet, Enchanting, carries more serious affects.
This never stopped those who use it from carrying out dastardly deeds and might explain the Karmic effects befallen them in later times. The divine ledger, as it were, checking off each box as appropriate to the...
This never stopped those who use it from carrying out dastardly deeds and might explain the Karmic effects befallen them in later times. The divine ledger, as it were, checking off each box as appropriate to the...
#love
#hate
#dreams
28 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
9th Apr 2025 10:20pm
9th Apr 2025 10:20pm
Silent Silkworms
I fell asleep
Drifting gently, to the land of dreams
And they, for a change
Were mostly pleasant
I awoke
Feeling umusually relaxed
And at peace
In fact my bed
Felt more comfortable, than usual
As if the bedcovers
Were made of the finest silk
I lay there for a while
Daydreaming, engaging within the harmony of existence
Only disturbed
By the sense, my bed was moving
I opened my eyes
It was pitch black
Yet i always sleep with soft light
Perhaps the light was momentarily lost
I tried...
Drifting gently, to the land of dreams
And they, for a change
Were mostly pleasant
I awoke
Feeling umusually relaxed
And at peace
In fact my bed
Felt more comfortable, than usual
As if the bedcovers
Were made of the finest silk
I lay there for a while
Daydreaming, engaging within the harmony of existence
Only disturbed
By the sense, my bed was moving
I opened my eyes
It was pitch black
Yet i always sleep with soft light
Perhaps the light was momentarily lost
I tried...
#anxiety
#LifeAsAWriter
#nightmares
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Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
5th Aug 2021 00:30am
5th Aug 2021 00:30am
Tituba
Please cooy & paste and listen while reading. And as always thanks for looking
Daughter: Smother: https://youtube.com/watch?v=JDZaiM8oAOU
Time Traveling Witches pages 27,28,
Narrated by Elizabeth Wentworth
“ COME HERE GIRL!” Scolded the Reverend Samual Parris. Without hesitation Tituba did what she was told and walked over to the Reverend, her owner…
“Samual Parris put on a white glove he retrieved from the inside...
Daughter: Smother: https://youtube.com/watch?v=JDZaiM8oAOU
Time Traveling Witches pages 27,28,
Narrated by Elizabeth Wentworth
“ COME HERE GIRL!” Scolded the Reverend Samual Parris. Without hesitation Tituba did what she was told and walked over to the Reverend, her owner…
“Samual Parris put on a white glove he retrieved from the inside...
#magic
#witches
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
8th Apr 2025 1:15pm
8th Apr 2025 1:15pm
A Suicide of Crows (Ch2)
Chapter Two
I
He looked like the creepy dude in
phantasm, dressed in all black
suit, tie, hat.
He liked to stand in the
mirror with the muted light
of the sun setting into
the edge of the world.
The interplay of light and
shadows popped in his
synapses, making him
feel alive.
He felt he could read
and heal his own aura.
Something he developed through
his writing experiments, learned
on The Site.
He learned so much from The Site.
II
...
I
He looked like the creepy dude in
phantasm, dressed in all black
suit, tie, hat.
He liked to stand in the
mirror with the muted light
of the sun setting into
the edge of the world.
The interplay of light and
shadows popped in his
synapses, making him
feel alive.
He felt he could read
and heal his own aura.
Something he developed through
his writing experiments, learned
on The Site.
He learned so much from The Site.
II
...
#shadows
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DU Poetry : Least Read Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
