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    Write You Real

    I always knew you existed.All those years I created a loverout of words, to fill the void; That absence within my purpose.-To have someone, something to do with my hands besides write. Someone to hold, long, in winter.Someone to blend...

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    • Dude you don’t have to write dark pieces, you’re a lover. The world needs far more light flowing through love than our darkness Halloween pieces. Tight one dude

      • I have a few dark pieces. But it isn’t something I like to dwell within too much. Yaknow? Creative writing to me is also a form of escapism. So I prefer not to escape to the darkness much. It’s therapeutic to write ourselves out of the glum. At least it seems to me anyway.
        Thank you, again, for the support my man. I’m probably taking a break from posting material for a bit. But I will still sign in and catch up on some reading. I do enjoy good reads!

    • This is full of emotion and beautiful imagery.
      As writers we get it. Totally get it. Our dreams are what encourage us to write. That extraordinary feeling of connection with something beyond our grasp. So we grab the pen and off we go with our words. Trying to convey what we feel in our own sense of style and tone. You never disappoint. Your writing is exceptional because you’re exceptional. You have mastered expression my love. This is a beauty.

      With much love and respect
      Adelphina

      • Well I respect your opinion!
        You know that this is obviously to you, about you. If it’s any form of a love poem, or prose, you know that you are the star in it. Because you’re the brightest thing I’ve ever seen. Inspiration is so easy with you in my life. I’m blessed now. I have a focus to look towards. You!
        And thank you, for being you. Although we have real life, it’s nice to be cozy here too!

    • If I ever find that special someone, I hope I can write something like this. Nice one, Styx.

      • Thank you Sir Tim.
        As everyone probably knows (from DUP world) Del and I were not on that site looking for a personal connection like this. It just built itself and now here we are. Maybe that was the key, we were not looking. Sometimes when we least expect it… so they say.
        I do think, though, that creative writing is a very good indicator of “like minds” understanding the processes and such. It can be a lonely hobby really. And timing, perhaps. The right place at the right time and all that!
        I’m hoping that your successes become excessive soon! In all that you seek.

    • Beautifully penned, Mark. Love the title, this is an excellent write my friend. I can identify with that process, not always knowing where a write will lead sometimes not till the very end. I knew I wasn’t the only one. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Man, I just get these little visions/ideas and it makes me want to write it out. Yet is obviously never complete until we begin the creative crafting. Then who knows! LOL
        I think a lot of times it’s the mood that accompanies that brief vision, that guides the words. Yeah?
        Also, who hasn’t written a love poem, or fifty, about finding love, and having it. Whether it’s a current reality or not, we all have been there I’m sure. It becomes sort of guide, too, because you’ve spent so much time thinking about it, that much of it can fall into place.
        Thank you, Damian. I think I’m going to take a break from writing new material, because I’m neglecting my chore of getting my book together! Del is much more focused, obviously, than I am. LOL

    • Truly beautiful work, my friend.

      • I appreciate that, Thomas. I do try to make my writes worth the readers time. It’s how we connect here, through mutual appreciation for the craft of it all, and the understanding of a write well versed. I try!

    • Totally absorbing, the more I scrolled down. I found it intriguing to learn of how real you wrote her – how immersing that discovery felt from a reader’s point of view. We don’t always know where our muse will lead us, do we? But oh, how lovely the discovery we find!

      • So true. I liked the title when it came to me, so I needed a write to go with it! The ideas were pretty easy to come by, as well.
        Many times I get motivated by things that I’ve recently read, and it sets the mood for me to write.
        Thank you very much for the encouraging comment, Kelly.

    • Yes, that perfect lover, the soulmate. In my life she was dreamt of but never found. Like you, I have written about her and dreamt about her. I’ve tried to paint her image, even though I didn’t know what she looked like. Your poem perfectly describes how we feel about that special someone.

      • Well speaking from experience, when we are not looking is when it seems to happen! Our guard is down, our doubts even, etc. If someone finds us, and accepts us as is, then perhaps that is the way it should always begin. Nothing fancy, nothing prepared.
        Thanks Sam, I appreciate your positive note!

    • A very brief incorporation… a warm poem… that’s all I needed.

      • it was an idea I had, so I figured I’d go for it and see what I could come up with. I guess like all of us do!
        Thanks for the acknowledgement my man. I’m still kickin and good to see that you are too.

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    Moth Light

    He’s told the news in a room with no windows,no avenue of escape, from the inevitable.There’s a hum of machines, and a doctorwho says the word like a stone dropped in water:terminal.It ripples through him,but he does not flinch.He...

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    • Oh. Daggers to the heart babe!
      This write is terminal and has a quiet elegance about it.
      The whole piece gets you in the feels.
      It all tied together perfectly with the moth. I didn’t realize the significance of it until the end.
      Just bravo! It needs to go in your book!

      Proud fiancé right here!

    • I was talking to a co-worker the other day, about if we should tell our loved ones or not if we are “terminal”. Because it changes the dynamics of the relationship right away. Happiness is hard to have then. It’s always bittersweet from then on.
      So, I began this write based on the dilemma. But then the whole moth aspect gave me a different approach, like a focal point away from the gloom.
      I will undoubtedly hack at this some more, slightly, but for now this is what I got.
      Thank you honey! It’s a bit heavy I know. Just a write I swear! 😉

    • This is a wonderful sad and bittersweed writing on a difficult and heavy topic, dear Styxian! The moth as a spirit guide is a well chosen and meaningful symbol. A moth knows how to die. It focuses only on the light and its overwhelming attraction towards it. I think death can show us what really matters in life. Gratitude for everything we have experienced in life, for the people we love and for all of life here on Earth. Of course, a terminal disease comes with many burdens and hardships but it also gives you the chance to say goodbye and to surrender completely to love – just like a moth does.

      • I’ve dealt enough with death over the years. Sometimes it takes awhile for the grieving to set in, too. We try to focus sometimes, on other things less final. I tend to pick simplistic metaphoric things because its easier to relate to. And yes, the moth is always reaching for the light. Perhaps as we humans do, when we must go.
        Thank you kindly, Elke. Though it was only creative writing and not reality, it is something that awaits us all in some form. Even as the survivor.

    • Jeez Mark, this is beautifully heart breaking and offers much food for thought. The moth motif is a clever touch.

      • I was going to use the luna moth specifically. But decided to keep the moth common, like people can feel like.
        And yes, the symbolism of nearing the light is obvious. We may not know, but we can hope.
        Thanks for the encouraging words, Rob. It was a drag to write, actually, but uplighting once done.

      • Thank you sir! I just edited it a bit, cleaned up some lines, added a few small touches. Now I can say I am done with it. LOL

    • Yes the big “C” through neighbors and family we are familiar with this destroyer of home, family, and bank accounts. We remember while younger a neighbor was sent back home to die with stomach cancer. Dude you would not believe the screams, the entire neighborhood felt relief with his passing. Maybe, just maybe this moth was also is spirit guide. To tight dude

      • I’ve been around that sonofabitch death too much. It tries to numb us, but we’re too human to be too cold.
        I would believe the screams. We had a guy gut-shot and it took forever to get the medic helicopter to us. He hollered so much some guys started yelling at him to STFU! It is not like TV or movies, at all.
        Thanks for the Props!

    • Brilliantly penned, Mark. This one has layers and depth my friend, and it pulled on the heartstrings as well. Excellent write. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • I felt it was relatable to us all, in some degree of closeness to someone who has gone through it. One day it will be old news, as mankind will eventually find a cure and perhaps prevention. Til then, we stay humanly flawed in this way as well as other ways. Yet life is awesome!

    • I enjoyed this. It is full of images and captures the rolling duality of life and death, with style.
      Regards James

      • Thank you James. It was one of those writes that I am not so sure that I enjoy writing, because of the content. Yet, sometimes as writers we go with what compels us to write about. It stayed with me awhile so I figured I’d write it down.
        I appreciate the acknowledgement of my results.

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    Sucker Punched

    the world has pausedsilence hammers at the sensesheart still beating...barely...does it even matter...it flutters unheard the universe is screamingbanshee howl of despairsucking life from hopea wildly spinning black holedevouring beauty in its path I am collateral damageinsignificant to the true lossa...

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    • Poetic oxygen is hanging by a fingernail in our world. But! There is hope. Well done, Willow.

    • Thought on this one Lady, maybe to much. We think it would had hit even harder if posted closer to Halloween

      • To be honest, I hadn’t even thought of Halloween. 😂 Just nursing a bit of pain. I actually didn’t think on it much at all. This was a write and drop piece. I tend to do that when emotion is high. Thank you for your thoughts, ME

    • Extraordinarily compelling ink ma’am .. I was hooked from the off and enjoyed the ride write to the very opposite end and no kidding .. Write on my fine literary friend .. Neville

    • Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend with precise imagery and wordplay. Felt this one! Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • I felt it too…like a baseball bat to the crotch. There were layers in this one. World and…life, if you get my drift. Thank you, my friend. Your continued support means a lot

    • The way you combined nature and human in this piece is breathtaking. We should not be used as collateral damage for the error of polluting the air. That is one way I took this piece.
      Then the ones that are cast aside unnoticed.. That is sad, but I believe that there is someone noticing them. They may not know what to do to bring more light in their black hole.
      Just thoughts I got from your piece.

      • You’re not far off the mark on this one. As I said to Damian,👆 there are layers to it. Where it takes the reader is between them and their imagination. Thank you for your thoughts, Fia. Much appreciated

    • the same as for all of us – some care
      thank you Willow

    • Wow. This is a cigarette and a shot write. It is almost bitter, almost defeatist. Yet it also feels like you’re scoffing at the processes too. You need a seashell necklace while writing like this. Reminding you of what’s salty out there.

      • Well, I don’t smoke and I’m a tragic lightweight drinker. Just a full blood hippy who lives by the Moon. Still, I get your drift. I guess when I was writing this, I was reminding myself that my little whimpers are fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Thank you for your thoughts, Styxian

    • Willow…you had me from the first line and held me there until the last.
      Message delivered and your mission accomplished.
      The universe never pauses.Everything rises and ceases,nothing permanent….thank God.Imagine a permanent Trump.

      • A permanent Trump sounds like eternal hell. It’s bad enough dealing with it now. And we still have years ahead. I don’t even like the contemplate what will happen next. It’s like living in a minefield. Thank you for your thoughts, Peter

    • This is dark with a lot of reality in it too. You nailed it with your silent hammers.
      What ever the subject matter your writing is it’s articulate and thought provoking.

      • We can’t always hear the blow coming. We just find ourselves flat on our back in agony. Such is our world at present. Thank you for your thoughts, Adelphina

    • Brilliant use of languge and great imagery.

    • damn…incredible write.

    • The world is all too willing to leave the hurt ones behind. Great ink friend.

      • Truth and facts right there. We gotta pick each other up. Thank you, my friend

    • We see each other. We hear each other. We fall together. We rise together. Thank you for seeing, Volupta

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    Dash

    There's a hummingbird in my heartYet I'm a tired tree  It won't remain there, I fear  too long.   That rapid flutter I feel  shakes Winter off my limbs  A cold sun takes notice  -Will point the bird  in another...

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    • Wow, that was very heartfelt, and I like it when you said to tie your shoe together, throw them over the limb, let them know you’re taken. (Aww) Nicely done

    • Remember when kids would throw their old shoes, tied together, over a power line? usually near their own house. “Oh, there’s Johnny’s shoes!”. That was what I thinking of when I added those lines. Sort of a “I was here” type of thing.
      Thank you Fia!

      • This is my favorite write!! I was so happy when I read this for the first time. Still gives me the same feeling reading after all this time. You my love are my happy place. Even in the very beginning you were my happy place, you still are.
        What a truly special gift you’ve given me with this write.

        I still remember right after you posted you left the site for like a week! You big scaredy cat! Lol

        • I went on a trip! It was a timing thing. LOL. (To give you time to reject or accept)

          • Oh my big sexy goof. If you didn’t realize I was in then I was doing something wrong. Hahaha

            • Oh my dear, you were teetering on that line the same as me and you know it! LOL
              The internet is a crazy place. We were just being careful huh.
              Now we are crazy. LOL

              • Um. Someone got a tasteful and quite lovely booty pic if I remember correctly! That was not teetering on a line. That was long jumping over it! Maybe even pole jumping or whatever that’s called ! Hahah

    • You’re a great poet and a very lucky man.

      • Thank you, Tim. I sincerely try to make my writes worth reading to those who choose to. I have a stack never posted anywhere, because they are not good enough. Like most of us, it’s a hit or miss with the results.
        And, I am not sure it is/was luck. Fortune perhaps. Luck maybe that her and I both found DUP, in the same time frame. Perhaps it was meant to happen. We get along so well. Same values, etc.
        Okay, I’m lucky. LOL

    • Beautifully penned, Mark. Such a lovely and heartfelt write my friend. So glad you and Adel both share your stories with us. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

      Damian

      • Hey Damian. We did discuss if we were going to join SR, or elsewhere, or nowhere, etc. But we both truly enjoy the camaraderie of a nice site, and the reward of reading great material. It’s inspiring. As for posting our own material, to me it is like payment for what I get out of it from others. A trade of creative inspirations.
        And thank you for the props amigo. It’s all a trade.

    • Styxian, this poem, the two of you (in the comments) made me laugh out loud! It was the laugh of pure joy and appreciation of the warmth that flowed freely from your words and especially from the shared feeling of love. A “Hummingbird” may flit and fly everywhere, but they always come back to where the love (nectar) is the sweetest. It’s where they build their home. This poem and its confession and commitment tastes/feels like HOME.

      Truly a really cool poem. I’m glad you shared it!!
      -Curt

      • What a wonderful comment, thank you Curt.
        Her and I both have a great sense of humor, for sure. Sometimes mine is a bit dark, but that’s the way I evolved. Life can have some pretty brutal moments, and humor goes a long way with helping to adjust how we cope. Yeah?
        Her and I met through the joy of writing. That’s a great thing to have in common. The rest simply fell into place.
        She’s a hoot! LOL.

    • It’s a beautiful gift the two of you have found. A lot of people only find more pain and damage online. Cherish what you have and nurture it as you did this lovely heartfelt poem

      • I certainly plan to, Willow. She is unique. I don’t want any second places ever again. So I’m holding on to her.
        And, I appreciate your encouraging words, a lot!

    • What a real treat this turned out to be .. Write on brother .. Oh’ and I so love a happy ending .. Bestest of best regards to all those implicated .. Neville 😎💛👍

    • I love how this poem captures that mix of vulnerability and joy in love. The hummingbird fluttering in your heart is such a perfect image–fragile, alive, and full of hope. It feels intimate and really heartfelt.

      • Yep, fragile but alive and hopeful. Isn’t that a rush to be in?
        It was a teeter-totter write for me, because usually I am quite stoic in person.
        She broke that mold!
        Thank you much, Romaj.

    • How sincere, sweet, lovely and emotionally this was written! it leaves for sure a happy smile and warmth in heart. I was immediately drawn from the first lines, good poetry does this! Don’t fear expressing anything with her, strengths and weaknesses… and all else, sharing makes the bond stronger! All The happiness for both of You💕

      • Thank you, Light.
        It’s been a whirlwind in between the lulls of time together. Sort of story book, even.
        Our challenge will be when it becomes daily! But I think we are ready!

    • I have found through the years, and many poems I’ve written, that the closing verse is most significant. It is the last spoken words of the poem that the writer bequeaths us with, like the last page of a book. It’s meant to catch our breath. As this does, overwhelmingly so.

    • Hey Kelly. I have two huge flaws when I write, one causes the other. In that I carry on too long, many times, by not knowing how or when to end a write. So sometimes they become long as hell. At least I hope they can be rewarding to read at least. As we all hope with our own writes.
      So thank you for the positive note. It does matter.

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