Submissions by BlackRose_Mira (Elle)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The raucous, random ramblings of T.M. Emanuelle.
DARK POEM
Published
5th Sep 2014 1:48pm
5th Sep 2014 1:48pm
On The Ninth Night, I Dreamt
(Okay, it's more of dream-like than dark, but I s'pose it goes here just as well)
Beyond this effervescent veil,
Beneath this bright façade;
Past the red horizon,
Where lies the cold and hard,
Shine and gleam a thousand lights,
Each one a ghostly shard.
O, Sun behind the bleeding clouds!
Descending from the Sky;
Forever wrapped within his shroud,
To Earth he casts his Eye,
Where these shattered wraiths do crowd;
Come Night, the Moon that perches nigh
Doth reign-- blood-red and proud.
...
Beyond this effervescent veil,
Beneath this bright façade;
Past the red horizon,
Where lies the cold and hard,
Shine and gleam a thousand lights,
Each one a ghostly shard.
O, Sun behind the bleeding clouds!
Descending from the Sky;
Forever wrapped within his shroud,
To Earth he casts his Eye,
Where these shattered wraiths do crowd;
Come Night, the Moon that perches nigh
Doth reign-- blood-red and proud.
...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
30th Aug 2014 6:33pm
30th Aug 2014 6:33pm
And the Serpent Said, "Dusta!"
Beheaded, they walk;
Corrupted, they talk.
Their faces concealed,
Their wounds always heal.
What's it feel like to be an empty shell?
Does it feel right? I hope it feels like hell.
Deception; believe.
Inspire; conceive.
When everything's wrong;
The weakness, too strong.
So what's it feel like when the tables turn?
Does it feel right? I hope it's torture.
Liar, liar, think you're saved?
Liar, liar, dig your grave
Nowhere to run (run now, run far)
Nowhere to hide, turn around.
Beheaded, they walk;...
Corrupted, they talk.
Their faces concealed,
Their wounds always heal.
What's it feel like to be an empty shell?
Does it feel right? I hope it feels like hell.
Deception; believe.
Inspire; conceive.
When everything's wrong;
The weakness, too strong.
So what's it feel like when the tables turn?
Does it feel right? I hope it's torture.
Liar, liar, think you're saved?
Liar, liar, dig your grave
Nowhere to run (run now, run far)
Nowhere to hide, turn around.
Beheaded, they walk;...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
27th Aug 2014 3:23pm
27th Aug 2014 3:23pm
Freewriting- warm up for Compo Test
I like to do this...thing. Before composition tests (every Tuesday), I'd freewrite. This was a (surprisingly coherent) page of my Exercise Book from this week. It's a really noncommittal thing, but I like it. Thoughts?
I want to write a story.
I want to write a story I can drown in. I want it to be an ocean. I want it to be endless and unexpected, no matter how much of it one's explored. I want it to be deceptively deep. I want it to be profound, bottomless, in the sense that perhaps one needn't see the end--on just needs to know that it's there, somewhere, always a breath a way;...
I want to write a story.
I want to write a story I can drown in. I want it to be an ocean. I want it to be endless and unexpected, no matter how much of it one's explored. I want it to be deceptively deep. I want it to be profound, bottomless, in the sense that perhaps one needn't see the end--on just needs to know that it's there, somewhere, always a breath a way;...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Aug 2014 2:09pm
21st Aug 2014 2:09pm
Devotional piece, to Loki.
Your eyes are eyes of fire--
That scorch and shine like flaming gems.
They burn away all lies
And strip all facades,
And leave no shield or scintilla of deceit
Obscuring the core of the soul.
Burn me, My Lord;
Strip away my facade.
Expose my Heart and Soul;
I give them to You.
Your tongue is one of silver--
Quickly turning, aptly stirring
The deceptive quiet, oft called Peace
(But which is Stagnance in disguise),
And tearing down all fortresses
That protect one--and inhibit one!
Speak...
That scorch and shine like flaming gems.
They burn away all lies
And strip all facades,
And leave no shield or scintilla of deceit
Obscuring the core of the soul.
Burn me, My Lord;
Strip away my facade.
Expose my Heart and Soul;
I give them to You.
Your tongue is one of silver--
Quickly turning, aptly stirring
The deceptive quiet, oft called Peace
(But which is Stagnance in disguise),
And tearing down all fortresses
That protect one--and inhibit one!
Speak...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2014 1:53pm
12th Aug 2014 1:53pm
State of Grey
Chaos. Order. Creep.
There are many, so many
worlds within ours, we just don't
see.
We refuse to see; what our world
consists of is now grey and blue
and grey and blue
and me and you
are nothing, nothing, aye, but plaster
statues brought to life.
And all this, all this, aye, is void of
hate and death and strife.
'Cause nothing, nothing dies if only
it did not have life.
And no-one, no-one loves if no-one
ever knew of strife.
Drizzles. Hailstorms. Weep. ...
There are many, so many
worlds within ours, we just don't
see.
We refuse to see; what our world
consists of is now grey and blue
and grey and blue
and me and you
are nothing, nothing, aye, but plaster
statues brought to life.
And all this, all this, aye, is void of
hate and death and strife.
'Cause nothing, nothing dies if only
it did not have life.
And no-one, no-one loves if no-one
ever knew of strife.
Drizzles. Hailstorms. Weep. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 8:00am
9th Aug 2014 8:00am
The Xysticus and Lycosidae Conundrum (a spider's identity crisis)
A hundred little hatchlings ride atop
The back of their Wolf-Spider mother; she
Shall carry them--and if one falls, she'll stop
To pick one up and never leave one be.
She will not let them go before she's seen
That they'll survive without a family.
Consider now X. audax spiderlings
Who know no family, nor do they care;
They fly, upon their silken spider strings,
at Life--into whose eyes they boldly stare.
They fly unknowing if they will survive
To land, and further strive to stay alive.
I'll tell you now just what amazes me:...
The back of their Wolf-Spider mother; she
Shall carry them--and if one falls, she'll stop
To pick one up and never leave one be.
She will not let them go before she's seen
That they'll survive without a family.
Consider now X. audax spiderlings
Who know no family, nor do they care;
They fly, upon their silken spider strings,
at Life--into whose eyes they boldly stare.
They fly unknowing if they will survive
To land, and further strive to stay alive.
I'll tell you now just what amazes me:...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2014 2:48pm
22nd Jul 2014 2:48pm
By A Lokean
Lo! The god whose name I wear
Like Spring's lush blossoms in my hair;
Like a dress of spiderwebs;
The Coat of Tide that never ebbs.
Lo! The trickster deity
Whom I feel, though never see--
Whom I love and so revere--
Though my love is free of fear.
Lo! O, Loki, will You hear?
True indeed, I hold You dear;
And I place upon Your altar
Proof my love will never falter.
Will You see my humble verse?
O, Loki, in these feeble words
My heart I do outpour to You--
An offering I feel is due.
Your mark is on this life I...
Like Spring's lush blossoms in my hair;
Like a dress of spiderwebs;
The Coat of Tide that never ebbs.
Lo! The trickster deity
Whom I feel, though never see--
Whom I love and so revere--
Though my love is free of fear.
Lo! O, Loki, will You hear?
True indeed, I hold You dear;
And I place upon Your altar
Proof my love will never falter.
Will You see my humble verse?
O, Loki, in these feeble words
My heart I do outpour to You--
An offering I feel is due.
Your mark is on this life I...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
7th Jul 2014 3:39pm
7th Jul 2014 3:39pm
On Wing, Arachnid Child
Skan, have I angered you?
I know not what I've done.
I know not what I'll do;
Skan, have I angered you?
Maka, have I done you harm?
tell me, Maka, how I'll ease
your pain and your alarm.
Maka, have I done you harm?
Maka, why do you not answer?
Skan, why do you reprimand?
I am in need!--I am a stranger
stranded in a stranger's land.
The trees, they do not speak to me;
I feel I am not free.
My spiders do not come when called;
I feel I've hit a wall.
Iktomi does not speak to me;
I know I am not...
I know not what I've done.
I know not what I'll do;
Skan, have I angered you?
Maka, have I done you harm?
tell me, Maka, how I'll ease
your pain and your alarm.
Maka, have I done you harm?
Maka, why do you not answer?
Skan, why do you reprimand?
I am in need!--I am a stranger
stranded in a stranger's land.
The trees, they do not speak to me;
I feel I am not free.
My spiders do not come when called;
I feel I've hit a wall.
Iktomi does not speak to me;
I know I am not...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2014 6:27am
2nd Jul 2014 6:27am
Siblings, as seen by a mosquito
mi-
nus-
cule.
Blood carries many things.
I taste helpless anger,
fueled by
ridicule.
From the sweet red rivers buried,
under a penetrable carpet
of young tissue.
What is this burden
of inferiority?
un-
no-
ticed.
Blood is indeed eloquent.
I taste lazy amusement,
in the face of
'quite a spectacle'.
From the rich, gushing elixir hidden
under a plump quilt
of flesh.
Why the saccharine haze
of serene solitude?
dis-
tur-
bing.
Blood might well be the Fountain of...
nus-
cule.
Blood carries many things.
I taste helpless anger,
fueled by
ridicule.
From the sweet red rivers buried,
under a penetrable carpet
of young tissue.
What is this burden
of inferiority?
un-
no-
ticed.
Blood is indeed eloquent.
I taste lazy amusement,
in the face of
'quite a spectacle'.
From the rich, gushing elixir hidden
under a plump quilt
of flesh.
Why the saccharine haze
of serene solitude?
dis-
tur-
bing.
Blood might well be the Fountain of...
34 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2014 5:01am
25th Jun 2014 5:01am
How To Kill A Blank Paper
A blank paper
Is mocking me
It has mocked me for weeks
It dances about my room
And taunts me
So I pick up my pen
But as I reach to slay it
It absconds my ink
And dances again
A blank paper
Is mocking me
It has mocked me for months
It dances about my mind
And jeers at me
So I pick up my pencil
But as I reach to slay it
It escapes my graphite
And dances again
A blank paper
Is laying still
I have given up chasing it
It lies there on my desk
In ennui not...
Is mocking me
It has mocked me for weeks
It dances about my room
And taunts me
So I pick up my pen
But as I reach to slay it
It absconds my ink
And dances again
A blank paper
Is mocking me
It has mocked me for months
It dances about my mind
And jeers at me
So I pick up my pencil
But as I reach to slay it
It escapes my graphite
And dances again
A blank paper
Is laying still
I have given up chasing it
It lies there on my desk
In ennui not...
62 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2014 10:24am
10th Jun 2014 10:24am
Summer With A Side Of Fatigue
July,
Can you tell me a story?
Preferably the one
About my birth,
And how you snatched me
From September.
July,
Can you please come early?
June has so far been
Quite mean to me,
And she refuses to leave.
Get rid of her.
I've been thinking, July,
I've been thinking a lot.
Maybe a little too much.
And I've also been wandering;
I've been wandering a lot.
Maybe a little too far.
Can you rain this time, July?
Usually you would shine,
Bright and bold and hot,
And scorch me.
But just this...
Can you tell me a story?
Preferably the one
About my birth,
And how you snatched me
From September.
July,
Can you please come early?
June has so far been
Quite mean to me,
And she refuses to leave.
Get rid of her.
I've been thinking, July,
I've been thinking a lot.
Maybe a little too much.
And I've also been wandering;
I've been wandering a lot.
Maybe a little too far.
Can you rain this time, July?
Usually you would shine,
Bright and bold and hot,
And scorch me.
But just this...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2014 11:00am
8th Jun 2014 11:00am
Epitaphs
I
Here lies
in eternal unrest
a sparrow
who hit a window
he wanted to get in
II
here lies
in eternal unrest
a finch
whose head got stuck in the bars
he wanted to get out
Here lies
in eternal unrest
a sparrow
who hit a window
he wanted to get in
II
here lies
in eternal unrest
a finch
whose head got stuck in the bars
he wanted to get out
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