Submissions by DarcAnGeL (Araweelo)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Dec 2013 3:37am
30th Dec 2013 3:37am
Where Heaven Fades and Hell's Flares Still
Heaven lurks in the corner of a sleeping child's smile
a mother, feeling her baby kick for the very first time
a father, given a hero's welcome home by an adoring child
a grandfather's wise words, secret treats whenever he's around
a grandmother's wild stories
fact and fiction, tightly entwined
a slurring pulse, drunken on waves of fingertips
still dancing to the tunes of an ever-after-life
I love you. I love you. I love you.
thrives in heaven and
fuels hell's waves in...
a mother, feeling her baby kick for the very first time
a father, given a hero's welcome home by an adoring child
a grandfather's wise words, secret treats whenever he's around
a grandmother's wild stories
fact and fiction, tightly entwined
a slurring pulse, drunken on waves of fingertips
still dancing to the tunes of an ever-after-life
I love you. I love you. I love you.
thrives in heaven and
fuels hell's waves in...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Oct 2013 4:35am
8th Oct 2013 4:35am
Ghouta Blues
Fall's canvas graces the air
as orange spices tease our tongues
cocooning skin against the chilly tunes
of the season's winds.
even the trees shed their summer's sins
while ours lay hidden
under layers of warm thoughts
and denial mittens
singing empty promises
to the tombs of the forgotten.
far away,
seep the aromas of Hades' tokens
flinging pieces of the sun against the heads of children
hopes set aflame faster than an arsonist's playpen.
they,
...
as orange spices tease our tongues
cocooning skin against the chilly tunes
of the season's winds.
even the trees shed their summer's sins
while ours lay hidden
under layers of warm thoughts
and denial mittens
singing empty promises
to the tombs of the forgotten.
far away,
seep the aromas of Hades' tokens
flinging pieces of the sun against the heads of children
hopes set aflame faster than an arsonist's playpen.
they,
...
62 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Sep 2013 4:29am
6th Sep 2013 4:29am
That's All
i packed my heart long ago
in a sealed case of indifference
no longer beating to the pulse of words
flowing through reticent hard lips
carnal suasion of interrupted breaths, whisper
midst velvet strokes of quixotic pledges
this lyrical duress undoes my fort
heartbeats morph into submissive urges
like snowflakes floating in a race to the floor
your sweet nothings pile up to enclose it
my fingers can't shovel off your warmth anymore
than my pulse can stop racing, your eyes beckon
kiss me in raindrops that quench deserts...
in a sealed case of indifference
no longer beating to the pulse of words
flowing through reticent hard lips
carnal suasion of interrupted breaths, whisper
midst velvet strokes of quixotic pledges
this lyrical duress undoes my fort
heartbeats morph into submissive urges
like snowflakes floating in a race to the floor
your sweet nothings pile up to enclose it
my fingers can't shovel off your warmth anymore
than my pulse can stop racing, your eyes beckon
kiss me in raindrops that quench deserts...
78 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
12th Dec 2012 3:57am
12th Dec 2012 3:57am
End of Games (for end of the world comp.)
bloody sheared feathers float in the air
aftermath of heads exploding
shredded pillowcases and soft fillings linger
over human stains
the first victims. scapegoats?
once,
proud inhabitants of
penthouses and top floors
on exclusive steel and glass
deathtraps
formerly known as skyscrapers.
now,
recycled by nature into
cracked bones and flesh
left in makeshift pressure pots.
the force of corked remains mixed with panicked souls
...
aftermath of heads exploding
shredded pillowcases and soft fillings linger
over human stains
the first victims. scapegoats?
once,
proud inhabitants of
penthouses and top floors
on exclusive steel and glass
deathtraps
formerly known as skyscrapers.
now,
recycled by nature into
cracked bones and flesh
left in makeshift pressure pots.
the force of corked remains mixed with panicked souls
...
107 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2012 2:08am
27th Nov 2012 2:08am
Chatteled Concubine
you bought the inside of me
with words of silk
smooth,
luscious
on skin and heart.
verses on rose petals
with scented ink
float under dew drops
veined with tattoos
of servile art.
woven between the lines
you softly imprint
into my senses
through these leaves
you've grown and carved.
the curves of my name
molded by your quill
tickle my head
my will laves, under your spell
your sweet command.
i smell your passion
see your smile
taste your tears...
with words of silk
smooth,
luscious
on skin and heart.
verses on rose petals
with scented ink
float under dew drops
veined with tattoos
of servile art.
woven between the lines
you softly imprint
into my senses
through these leaves
you've grown and carved.
the curves of my name
molded by your quill
tickle my head
my will laves, under your spell
your sweet command.
i smell your passion
see your smile
taste your tears...
162 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Aug 2012 6:00am
30th Aug 2012 6:00am
amor e morte
the dead
won't come back home.
Our bedroom is quiet now
the jingling keys still echo behind you
doors, once wide open
now try to seal what's left inside.
This aftermath
long long overdue
our tab on love, closed tonight
and every other night
after the one thousand and one we shared
the eclipse has ended
and finally released the light.
Walls stand empty now
longing for memories' caresses
warm whispers of sated breaths
...
won't come back home.
Our bedroom is quiet now
the jingling keys still echo behind you
doors, once wide open
now try to seal what's left inside.
This aftermath
long long overdue
our tab on love, closed tonight
and every other night
after the one thousand and one we shared
the eclipse has ended
and finally released the light.
Walls stand empty now
longing for memories' caresses
warm whispers of sated breaths
...
110 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2012 5:08am
10th Jul 2012 5:08am
Nu (for Ancient Egyptian Mythology Comp)
sacred stream
dark nurturer of
chaos
source of all life
my life
my Atum
as you stroke my heart
through the scarabs of your eyes
kneeling,
we become our own
deities
dark nurturer of
chaos
source of all life
my life
my Atum
as you stroke my heart
through the scarabs of your eyes
kneeling,
we become our own
deities
125 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 2:45am
22nd Jun 2012 2:45am
God's Anthem
The night buries it's stars
under the drapes of dawn light
lulled to sleep by little surges
of bird-songs
God's anthem
at dusk, they will meet again
Pulses of immolated consciences stir
beneath the clogging city streets
they all have places to go
dreams to chase
hearts to break
some may make it
others will fall short
but we still do it all over again
When the stars are buried once more
under the drapes of dawn light
and traffic drowns out
the chirps of morn
we flutter our eyes
and...
under the drapes of dawn light
lulled to sleep by little surges
of bird-songs
God's anthem
at dusk, they will meet again
Pulses of immolated consciences stir
beneath the clogging city streets
they all have places to go
dreams to chase
hearts to break
some may make it
others will fall short
but we still do it all over again
When the stars are buried once more
under the drapes of dawn light
and traffic drowns out
the chirps of morn
we flutter our eyes
and...
117 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th May 2012 11:36pm
12th May 2012 11:36pm
Purple Roses on Pills
a speck
in the dull uniform fields
of lavenders swaying
in the summer breeze
a Salt-Rose
stands alone
to the trained myopic eye,
is just another wildling
to be plucked
by healing shears
molded normal
institutionalized
to society’s ease
'blessed them angels'
never to be lavenders
forever graced
to be ...
in the dull uniform fields
of lavenders swaying
in the summer breeze
a Salt-Rose
stands alone
to the trained myopic eye,
is just another wildling
to be plucked
by healing shears
molded normal
institutionalized
to society’s ease
'blessed them angels'
never to be lavenders
forever graced
to be ...
109 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2012 10:35pm
11th Mar 2012 10:35pm
Seesaw Palace
I'm tired of playing,
yet home is no option
neither is it a lever
to reach for the skies from
Smooth grains of sand
tickle toes that are
constantly curled
braced
against the sharp jabs of glass
hidden under the good bouts
Others come to play
in this playground
some come to prey
few come to watch over
and guard
like time washed statues
once staunch warriors
now decaying...
yet home is no option
neither is it a lever
to reach for the skies from
Smooth grains of sand
tickle toes that are
constantly curled
braced
against the sharp jabs of glass
hidden under the good bouts
Others come to play
in this playground
some come to prey
few come to watch over
and guard
like time washed statues
once staunch warriors
now decaying...
139 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2012 3:46am
2nd Mar 2012 3:46am
The Living Club: Membership
I know that we all
take turns
swimming
in the cesspool
(some even dive ultra deep)
But at times
I wonder
what if
I just
cancelled...
Will I drown
in the refund?
take turns
swimming
in the cesspool
(some even dive ultra deep)
But at times
I wonder
what if
I just
cancelled...
Will I drown
in the refund?
111 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Feb 2012 00:40am
28th Feb 2012 00:40am
Morning After
White virgin drapes sparkle
caressed by golden rays
rejuvenescent acres stretch
poised...waiting
to be ravished by time's
mortal prints
Lush wombs underneath
green with promise
ready
to spring forth their
young
Maiden grows to mother
when winter breaks up
with earth
yet again
caressed by golden rays
rejuvenescent acres stretch
poised...waiting
to be ravished by time's
mortal prints
Lush wombs underneath
green with promise
ready
to spring forth their
young
Maiden grows to mother
when winter breaks up
with earth
yet again
117 reads
2 Comments
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