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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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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 10:52am
25th Jan 2025 10:52am
The Ship Sails
High in the mountains,the sun veils.
Cloud dances and ship sails.
They say the magical tales.
Of flying ships,ocean whales.
They say it's full of treasure.
Big,with no specific measure.
They tell he legend of an air ship.
Full of magic and whit.
You can see it in the clouds during day.
If you just look up,far away.
They say it runs by magic.
And nothing tragic happens to it.
Nor to its treasure.
I know it's just a legend.
But this myth about the treasure.
Everyone looked high and low. ...
Cloud dances and ship sails.
They say the magical tales.
Of flying ships,ocean whales.
They say it's full of treasure.
Big,with no specific measure.
They tell he legend of an air ship.
Full of magic and whit.
You can see it in the clouds during day.
If you just look up,far away.
They say it runs by magic.
And nothing tragic happens to it.
Nor to its treasure.
I know it's just a legend.
But this myth about the treasure.
Everyone looked high and low. ...
#hope
#magic
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
4th Feb 2025 8:14pm
Secrets - Freddy Again
Back at The Factory, we bump into Freddy again in the entrance hallway.
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
'Hello, hello, hello,' he says, peering at us through the rimless specs. He's wearing a pullover and walking boots with thick grey socks. 'And where have we been today?'
'We went to a puppy farm,' Robert says.
'Aye, and very nice too. Are yous planning on buying a dog?'
I answer. 'It was just for fun. Robert and Mel like dogs. I tolerate them as long as they don't bark and whine for too long. I prefer cats, myself.'
'Aye,...
#family
#mystery
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missjem56
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 8:57pm
22nd Jan 2025 8:57pm
Malicia McFee
Poor Malicia McFee
She drowned in bed, in solitary
A series of serious
Hot water bottle bursts
Caused Malicia to utter
A quite quiet silent curse
As a deluge of tepid water
Engulfed her in her sleep
She drowned quietly
Like an old ship
The rubber had proffered warmth
But no buoyancy
The quilt that had kept her safe
Now drowned her, beneath this tepid wave
Her lover had found her looking deflated
Although her lover, thought her much over-rated
He returned Malicia, to the town of her birth
Along with an unpaid...
She drowned in bed, in solitary
A series of serious
Hot water bottle bursts
Caused Malicia to utter
A quite quiet silent curse
As a deluge of tepid water
Engulfed her in her sleep
She drowned quietly
Like an old ship
The rubber had proffered warmth
But no buoyancy
The quilt that had kept her safe
Now drowned her, beneath this tepid wave
Her lover had found her looking deflated
Although her lover, thought her much over-rated
He returned Malicia, to the town of her birth
Along with an unpaid...
#funny
#satirical
#surreal
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
6th Feb 2025 6:52pm
Gentle Nell
This is an excerpt from a book I'm writing. Any feedback on things like the readability of prose and enjoyability will be greatly appreciated!
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
Nellie Gibson was known as "Gentle Nell" in the same manner of irony that allowed for enormous men to be called "tiny". She was, in truth, a nigh-on lunatic, though until recent months, collected enough to lead a band of criminals through several escapades. Her lieutenant was a man called Morris, who sometimes, on looking at her, wondered if she'd ever taken a man to her bed and pitied any that she had. She was not a...
#fiction
#historical
#prose #violence
#prose #violence
26 reads
2 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 9:57pm
13th Dec 2024 9:57pm
Princess Alia vs The Hypocritical Prude
#hate
#hypocrisy
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michaelslove2
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 7:05am
5th Feb 2025 7:05am
Her Picture
HER PICTURE
“Here it is Lyle,” Gary said handing him the picture. Lyle reached up from the hospital bed and
winced. The pain was excruciating.
“Who is she?” Gary asked. “I know I've seen her somewhere.”
“She's special,” Lyle said, looking into her crystal blue eyes smiling a little.
“Do you know her?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Yeah I do,” Lyle said. “In a different sort of way maybe we all do.”
Gary grunted. “How you feeling buddy?”
“Okay,” Lyle said looking at his friend. “Just a little weak. It's...
“Here it is Lyle,” Gary said handing him the picture. Lyle reached up from the hospital bed and
winced. The pain was excruciating.
“Who is she?” Gary asked. “I know I've seen her somewhere.”
“She's special,” Lyle said, looking into her crystal blue eyes smiling a little.
“Do you know her?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Yeah I do,” Lyle said. “In a different sort of way maybe we all do.”
Gary grunted. “How you feeling buddy?”
“Okay,” Lyle said looking at his friend. “Just a little weak. It's...
#anxiety
#confusion
#dark #fear
#dark #fear
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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
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:54am
19th Jan 2025 10:54am
Cursed Collar
There was a girl long ago.
Who had a cursed collar.
The collar slowly grew tighter.
And time quickly flew.
She hoped someday,it may fall off.
That it'll grow looser and fall.
She hopes she would grow tall.
Without the feeling the collar's toll.
As time slowly passed.
And she grew up big fast.
The collar stayed the same.
The collar got tighter with time.
And she began to forget her name.
She hoped for someone ,something.
To take it off,away.
In another world,she daydreamed.
And began...
Who had a cursed collar.
The collar slowly grew tighter.
And time quickly flew.
She hoped someday,it may fall off.
That it'll grow looser and fall.
She hopes she would grow tall.
Without the feeling the collar's toll.
As time slowly passed.
And she grew up big fast.
The collar stayed the same.
The collar got tighter with time.
And she began to forget her name.
She hoped for someone ,something.
To take it off,away.
In another world,she daydreamed.
And began...
#dark
#depression
#hope
#inspirational
#uplifting
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DU Poetry : Least Read Fictional Prose: Short Stories and Chapters from Books and Novels
