Submissions by DarkEnchantress
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For I am a spell-spinner...a word weaver...who dares to capture and control--with ink and parchment--the influences of the Light and the Darkness, and cast them into the minds,and hearts,of all who read my writings.
ANISOPTERA
(Jasper's Dragon(fly)
Rainless leaves,thistledown,
Created practically of nothing,
but of substance quite enough'
To be extended eyes, reflecting Life,
And two translucent emerald twigs
To be perfect perpetual motion--
Ravenous, insatiable hunger,
Grappling love.
Unencumbered by Earth's confinements,
Transcendent link between Air and Water,
Light touches wing to shift fragmented patterns--
Irridescence on prismatic lace--
Carnivorous twice-born predator;
You splinter into heat.
Swiftness, eluding...
Rainless leaves,thistledown,
Created practically of nothing,
but of substance quite enough'
To be extended eyes, reflecting Life,
And two translucent emerald twigs
To be perfect perpetual motion--
Ravenous, insatiable hunger,
Grappling love.
Unencumbered by Earth's confinements,
Transcendent link between Air and Water,
Light touches wing to shift fragmented patterns--
Irridescence on prismatic lace--
Carnivorous twice-born predator;
You splinter into heat.
Swiftness, eluding...
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DISGUISES
Mirror, mirror
On the door,
Who was I
The day before....yesterday?
Inspired by the poem, "Unmasked". (Thank you jagracia!)
On the door,
Who was I
The day before....yesterday?
Inspired by the poem, "Unmasked". (Thank you jagracia!)
123 reads
17 Comments
Haiku IV
Crescent moon ascends
With cheshire smile nite sky grins
Darkness scoffs at us
With cheshire smile nite sky grins
Darkness scoffs at us
112 reads
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Haiku...III
ADRASTIA
Harsh screams pierce the night
On your breath I taste the blood
She has claimed your soul
Author's Notes:
Just for fun, I entered this piece in the Haiku Competition.
Adrastia means 'inescapable.'
Harsh screams pierce the night
On your breath I taste the blood
She has claimed your soul
Author's Notes:
Just for fun, I entered this piece in the Haiku Competition.
Adrastia means 'inescapable.'
144 reads
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Haiku
Crystallized soul thaws
Twilight ice in heart's sunset
Pain drips on your smile
Twilight ice in heart's sunset
Pain drips on your smile
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Haiku
Entered in Haiku Competition
Soft grey clouds crying
Sunbeams consoling day's grief
In prisms sky smiles
Soft grey clouds crying
Sunbeams consoling day's grief
In prisms sky smiles
120 reads
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POWER PLAY: Avenge/Revenge
("You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way...the
o n l y way...it does NOT exist." ~Freidrich Neitzsche.)
P l e a s e...
Could you--
For just 2 seconds--
Stop all your wheezing?
Then, perhaps there would be a chance to explain.
You told me you adored(or, was that abhored?)the comfort
Of my arms enfolding you in lust...in love.
So, my Belov`ed, I have a surprise for you!
I have laced my hands together in knots;
Snapped every fragile little finger--
One-by-one--splintered all those tiny phalanges-- ...
o n l y way...it does NOT exist." ~Freidrich Neitzsche.)
P l e a s e...
Could you--
For just 2 seconds--
Stop all your wheezing?
Then, perhaps there would be a chance to explain.
You told me you adored(or, was that abhored?)the comfort
Of my arms enfolding you in lust...in love.
So, my Belov`ed, I have a surprise for you!
I have laced my hands together in knots;
Snapped every fragile little finger--
One-by-one--splintered all those tiny phalanges-- ...
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L E T H A L I T Y
Clock-tick...
Latch-click...
You're g o n e !!
****
Fingertips of night smudging, smearing ebony gloss streaks
Down dusty, grimy glass--
Swallowing your spectral image
In the tainted glow of neon-rainbow billboards.
A twenty-first century Lancelott, you don your callousness and
And self-loathing like a tarnished suit of armor
On a chivalrous quest to save two-hundred-dollar Nocturne Ladies
From drug primed pimps...
T H E M S E L V E S...
But---n o t from you!! ...
Latch-click...
You're g o n e !!
****
Fingertips of night smudging, smearing ebony gloss streaks
Down dusty, grimy glass--
Swallowing your spectral image
In the tainted glow of neon-rainbow billboards.
A twenty-first century Lancelott, you don your callousness and
And self-loathing like a tarnished suit of armor
On a chivalrous quest to save two-hundred-dollar Nocturne Ladies
From drug primed pimps...
T H E M S E L V E S...
But---n o t from you!! ...
336 reads
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"Psycho"-Therapy ??
"Psycho"-
Gazing with glazed eyes,
I watch the valium visions
of endless ebony dragons kiss the molten sky--
feel the earth stretch, and yawn,underneath my feet.
Writhing within my skull,
I am tortured by the feasting
of the translucent, conqueror worm--
that will never slumber, that can never die.
Every night--all night--as through a violent storm,
I hear incessant, indistinct voices calling--
shouting out my name upon the wildly whimpering wind,
while the monsters and the demons destroy my guilty mind....
Gazing with glazed eyes,
I watch the valium visions
of endless ebony dragons kiss the molten sky--
feel the earth stretch, and yawn,underneath my feet.
Writhing within my skull,
I am tortured by the feasting
of the translucent, conqueror worm--
that will never slumber, that can never die.
Every night--all night--as through a violent storm,
I hear incessant, indistinct voices calling--
shouting out my name upon the wildly whimpering wind,
while the monsters and the demons destroy my guilty mind....
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Captured Memory
I
Proudly,in its place of honor,resting amid forgotten volumes
of Dickinson, Elliot,Frost, and Poe--on the second shelf
of an unstable bookcase--rests an aging pewter frame.
In the early morning sunbeams,the tarnished edges, somehow,
faintly gleam.
Behind its glass, your face stares back at me--ebony hair
that falls in boyish, unruly wisps upon your forehead,
your violet eyes dancing with the laughter that hides
the tortured soul that only I could discern...and understand.
II
The faintest...
Proudly,in its place of honor,resting amid forgotten volumes
of Dickinson, Elliot,Frost, and Poe--on the second shelf
of an unstable bookcase--rests an aging pewter frame.
In the early morning sunbeams,the tarnished edges, somehow,
faintly gleam.
Behind its glass, your face stares back at me--ebony hair
that falls in boyish, unruly wisps upon your forehead,
your violet eyes dancing with the laughter that hides
the tortured soul that only I could discern...and understand.
II
The faintest...
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Autumn's Anguish
Footsteps---faltering--stumble,
Shuffle through the sulphur haze
of a haunted Autumn's eve.
Leaves--death's dream shades--crushed,
Ground beneath careless placements
into jewel dust of garnet, topaz, amethyst.
Wind--chilled--wails,
Weeping with your vintage voice
that is surreal...unreal...too real.
Sun--slaughtered--hemorrhages,
Bleeds-out the scarlet, congealed essence
of your suffering spirit.
Eyes--smouldering--blaze,
Flaring with transmuted flames of passion
forever seared into my memory.
...
Shuffle through the sulphur haze
of a haunted Autumn's eve.
Leaves--death's dream shades--crushed,
Ground beneath careless placements
into jewel dust of garnet, topaz, amethyst.
Wind--chilled--wails,
Weeping with your vintage voice
that is surreal...unreal...too real.
Sun--slaughtered--hemorrhages,
Bleeds-out the scarlet, congealed essence
of your suffering spirit.
Eyes--smouldering--blaze,
Flaring with transmuted flames of passion
forever seared into my memory.
...
290 reads
37 Comments
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