Submissions by Dulcea
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
~~ esoteric microcosm of inspired vibrations ~~
Katasterismoi (Constellations)
Rotated 'round out-reaching souls.
Ephemeral cyclical nights.
Panoramic murals of
dead kings & beasts
(of legend and allegory)
peering through time
The enlightening eyes
of those no longer alive.
Ephemeral cyclical nights.
Panoramic murals of
dead kings & beasts
(of legend and allegory)
peering through time
The enlightening eyes
of those no longer alive.
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Fetishize ©
The god
of a moment.
The power of present
& of presence
& tending to prescribe
personality & purpose..
Perfectly pliable
& permeated.
Perpetuating patronage
& prayers of the past.
Of faith & of clay.
Alive. Awake!
Are you ready
for what you have made?
of a moment.
The power of present
& of presence
& tending to prescribe
personality & purpose..
Perfectly pliable
& permeated.
Perpetuating patronage
& prayers of the past.
Of faith & of clay.
Alive. Awake!
Are you ready
for what you have made?
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Waiting to Sting ©
I want
to tear out
your heart
&
my hair.
You make
me aware
of a
fiery scorpion
in me.
I'm waiting to sting . . .
Waiting to indulge in destructive deeds.
to tear out
your heart
&
my hair.
You make
me aware
of a
fiery scorpion
in me.
I'm waiting to sting . . .
Waiting to indulge in destructive deeds.
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Dream Quest ©
inspired by the world of H.P. Lovecraft*
It's tucked into your bed,
your bound silver thread,
sewn in fleshy cavities,
where hearts do beat.
Pulled astray
from the light of day,
Out of the grey.
Of wonder and dismay.
Plucked just to make minds play,
to resonate dreamscapes.
Drawn through . . .
Lured to . . .
Remembering the nights of before.
Allies of surreal galore.
Determined to find your way
to romanticized cities,
the splendor of which
has carved a deep wish
and caused you to crave
this exalted...
It's tucked into your bed,
your bound silver thread,
sewn in fleshy cavities,
where hearts do beat.
Pulled astray
from the light of day,
Out of the grey.
Of wonder and dismay.
Plucked just to make minds play,
to resonate dreamscapes.
Drawn through . . .
Lured to . . .
Remembering the nights of before.
Allies of surreal galore.
Determined to find your way
to romanticized cities,
the splendor of which
has carved a deep wish
and caused you to crave
this exalted...
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Westward Sun ©
Closing time
Upon the dawn.
When the allure emerged.
Golden fadings.
Flies twinkling.
Harmony of Otherworlds.
Listen to blackbirds.
Frequencies of guiding songs.
Light your candle.
It's coming to life!
More steadily,
As dwindling light.
Draw horizons into your chest.
Adoring hailings to the west.
The glory of the dusk
Never fails to impress.
Keep all your gold -
Not what I behold
To be the finest element.
Sure, the day's delight
But noontime's far too bright.
I much prefer a precursor to night.
...
Upon the dawn.
When the allure emerged.
Golden fadings.
Flies twinkling.
Harmony of Otherworlds.
Listen to blackbirds.
Frequencies of guiding songs.
Light your candle.
It's coming to life!
More steadily,
As dwindling light.
Draw horizons into your chest.
Adoring hailings to the west.
The glory of the dusk
Never fails to impress.
Keep all your gold -
Not what I behold
To be the finest element.
Sure, the day's delight
But noontime's far too bright.
I much prefer a precursor to night.
...
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Stoic Moment I
To die, you are deprived of nothing.
(Moments that you never had.)
Fear not anything that’s coming.
May my misfortunes make me glad.
(Moments that you never had.)
Fear not anything that’s coming.
May my misfortunes make me glad.
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Cannot Make Up My Mind ©
I’ll likely suffer, until I die.
Revived for vengeance on the reasons I cry.
A torpid heart, from years of grief.
A final end, or much relief?
To and fro- Fear. Belief
(Cannot make up my mind.)
Hope for joy, and dreams that shine
are consumed by the fire of that heart of mine
That heart that’s blind.
Give in or strive?
Live or die?
Darkness or light?
Cannot make up my mind
Revived for vengeance on the reasons I cry.
A torpid heart, from years of grief.
A final end, or much relief?
To and fro- Fear. Belief
(Cannot make up my mind.)
Hope for joy, and dreams that shine
are consumed by the fire of that heart of mine
That heart that’s blind.
Give in or strive?
Live or die?
Darkness or light?
Cannot make up my mind
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I Confess, I'll Never Belong.
Everybody seems to only want to interact with someone so long as they’re certain you will like and agree with the same things as them. Nobody likes discussions of opposing viewpoints. But I like to probe- find the how and why. I enjoy having new or different things shown or explained to me. I find lessons and insights both as the Devil’s advocate or opposer; but am expected to just nod and smile, and gods forbid if I disagree, or try to add my two cents, or find a middle ground, or comprise. I’m expected to bite my tongue, in the face of opposition and/or insult. To do so would be something...
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Janus © (Tales of Myth & Legend, pt. 2)
He is the spark of every beginning,
and the shadow of every end.
The sentinel. The door.
The moment to defend.
He looks into your past
and sees right through your end.
The time-changer. The guardian.
The clock we try to rend.
And, in this moment, he's with you.
Whether you can pretend.....
He is this very moment,
and his time is round.
He is always there with you.
He is the here and now.
The first month of the years.
Where his name doth appear.
Yet we forgot the wheel.,
the very one he rears.
and the shadow of every end.
The sentinel. The door.
The moment to defend.
He looks into your past
and sees right through your end.
The time-changer. The guardian.
The clock we try to rend.
And, in this moment, he's with you.
Whether you can pretend.....
He is this very moment,
and his time is round.
He is always there with you.
He is the here and now.
The first month of the years.
Where his name doth appear.
Yet we forgot the wheel.,
the very one he rears.
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Deflowered © ( Tales of Myth & Legend, pt. 1)
Plagued with grief and worry,
bitter pain seized the heart of the harvest mother.
The Underworld lord had fallen for -
Fallen for her darling Kore.
She left the sky
and searched the night, by torch.
Eleusian field. Careful plans. Fragrant traps.
By the hand of Hades, she was rapt.
Snatched up in the chariot.
Her dark abductor clasped the reigns,
commanded every horse by name -
through dark and deadly sulphurous caves.
He was to make an unwilling bride that day.
When cast into a steaming well,
his...
bitter pain seized the heart of the harvest mother.
The Underworld lord had fallen for -
Fallen for her darling Kore.
She left the sky
and searched the night, by torch.
Eleusian field. Careful plans. Fragrant traps.
By the hand of Hades, she was rapt.
Snatched up in the chariot.
Her dark abductor clasped the reigns,
commanded every horse by name -
through dark and deadly sulphurous caves.
He was to make an unwilling bride that day.
When cast into a steaming well,
his...
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Finish Me ©
There's always some reason to lose faith,
Something more to take.
Don't give yourself away
Or buckle under the weight.
Just another push.
How much 'til you break?
It's plain! Some are living to hurt.
You! You live to shatter dreams.
Go on! Take another piece.
But you'll never finish me.
It's doubtful times change.
Must push through all pain.
It's too easy to cave .
Those with thick skin
and fire in their hearts
aren't so easily torn apart.
Beware! Both ends of the candle burn.
You want to bring me to...
Something more to take.
Don't give yourself away
Or buckle under the weight.
Just another push.
How much 'til you break?
It's plain! Some are living to hurt.
You! You live to shatter dreams.
Go on! Take another piece.
But you'll never finish me.
It's doubtful times change.
Must push through all pain.
It's too easy to cave .
Those with thick skin
and fire in their hearts
aren't so easily torn apart.
Beware! Both ends of the candle burn.
You want to bring me to...
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*currently untitled
Here in your mind's metropolis,
you are dancing in the rain.
In the thunderstorms
you're shaping with your brain.
The streets are filled with static
There is joy and there is pain.
Old memories return again.
The whole thing is insane.
This great and thriving city
Has it triumph, has its strife.
At the very center
is an all-entrancing light.
The single most alluring thing
You've seen in all your life.
There are dreary, shadowed days,
But they won't last your life.
you are dancing in the rain.
In the thunderstorms
you're shaping with your brain.
The streets are filled with static
There is joy and there is pain.
Old memories return again.
The whole thing is insane.
This great and thriving city
Has it triumph, has its strife.
At the very center
is an all-entrancing light.
The single most alluring thing
You've seen in all your life.
There are dreary, shadowed days,
But they won't last your life.
64 reads
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