"oizys" poems
Oizys, son
From behind the leaves, I saw you, trembling
In your presence, your power strengthening
In the empty, midnight parking lot
While the street lights hummed
And moths danced around your illuminated frame
You turned slowly, onyx eyes of shame
And dirtied bare feet, male hair long and white
The street lights flickered when you blinked and cried bitterly
And I saw, for my first time, the eyes of Misery
Achyls, daughter
You were in an empty field
No premonitions did you wield
An ancient silo in the distance
Leaning over a chasm black lamb
Dark skinned, dressed in black robes
With tribal painted face
Digging earthen fingers into its black lace
When you looked up, I saw your cloudy eyes
Churning of a storm, cataract yet wise
Your lamb had absent vapored eyeballs
The Mist of Death made my skin crawl
Hypnos, son
Secluded in a cave by the sea
A silent, empty place to be
While gray waves crash into jetties
The clouds gather in the distance
Poppies at the mouth changing time in an instance
I go in your palace and rub my cold skin
For pulsing blue glows from deeper within
You, a lanky youth, with thick brown hair and heavy eyes
Sit there with a paper mask
Illuminated by the penetrating glow
In the center, surrounded by whale bones
Humming a song I remember fondly
You trapped me in your Dreams, singing lullabies softly
Eris, daughter
Violates a bedroom with utmost hate
There are paintings of kings and statues of satyrs
Pillows of silk and animals on the walls
Usurping the gold clawed palace
Silent but kicking and throwing with malice
With black skin covered in a chalky white substance
I peek through the crack in the mansion’s door
Lips formed in a silent shout, you notice my presence
Naked and bruised and plagued with no voice
Suddenly stops and lays against a ****** wall
Through your electric black hair
And fiery red stare
I witness a Child of Spite
Woman of Strife
Nyx, mother
I am a crawling shadow of trees
And wicked heart of night
I am the wax on the cold leaves
And the glow of the moon’s light
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 7:24 PM UTC
When did friendship come with an expiration date
Since the first date we were strung out
Rung out and left to decay away
I thought I called Philotes all this time
Wrong dial- wrong mood- Oizys answers me in her place
It is the fear of absolment that vices my tongue
For I too often dissolve beneath others' acid
Quicker to cut the appendage than to gather my pride
Or what's been scraped from me
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:04 PM UTC
A serpentine chisels paranoia into the soul,
A plaque of distrust, sculptures of fear,
A wicked work of art as it takes control
O sordid Oizys, of you speaks an urbane seer!
Through his teeth emerges your ambition,
Aspiration of which in repulse I jeer
With dark power, you summon serpents, terror is their mission
With fangs of dismay, they bite the throat,
And the venom sows the poisons of suspicion
Hark! Goddess of anguish, the victims arise with antidote!
Guidance of the trained, support of the friend
No longer, in their tormented cries, shall you gloat
By the sword of Kratos, your bones shall break and bend
Your victims rise, determined are they for fears to cease
Their rage shall be your glorious end
A spectacle it shall be, from fear a sweet release
The terror will no longer control minds
Finally, the tormented shall be at peace!
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
They speak of the moment where he whispers
Most of happening fright
In the second where the rein of his sister
Takes you by the dismal night
But through the frequent connections
No one does find the sinister
Even in broad day inspection
The idea is nothing if not frivolous
But for the hopeless victims of the daughter of Nyx
Oh how I do feel pity
Those tortured beyond the ability to be fixed
but to the world, their troubles are so bitty
To find yourself filled with the words in the light of day
Walking with the heavy burden of unseen baggage
To know there is nothing anyone can do or say
Now that is her goal
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
Bleak in your highness, i disagree
Remember the shrine of drunken hades,
Kind in species of the honest spies
Like the dead Hephaestion, Alexander's lover.
So fine love is, sweet to ceto and the sea
Dancing in shadows of the high lords
Is a lonesome girl, without any lover or trust
A girl with childrens of blood and death, Medusa
"Feel so cheated by love "said Amphitrite
Its not her fault but is, as she loved the lonesome ocean
She fancy the misery of Oizys and the darkness of Nyx
Because the rule is pretty
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 3:03 AM UTC