Shalyn Stachmus


Shalyn Stachmus Poems

1. Meeting The Maker 8/6/2012
2. The Misery Atlas 8/6/2012
3. The Ghost Of Your Ghost 8/6/2012
4. Castle Reverie 8/6/2012
5. Prelude To A Kiss 8/6/2012
6. Burnt, Trapped, Fallen 8/6/2012
7. Dear Friend 8/6/2012
8. Turn Signal 8/6/2012
9. Splitting 8/6/2012
10. Seeking 8/6/2012
11. The Modality Of Evil 8/19/2012
12. From The Laundry Room 8/19/2012
13. The Deal With A Devil 8/23/2012
14. The Tea Party Of The Soul 8/23/2012
15. 'Hello, ' To Them 8/28/2012
16. Soon 8/28/2012
17. Blind 9/1/2012
18. Morphine 9/1/2012
19. Promises, Promises 9/8/2012
20. Buying Happiness 9/8/2012
21. Muddy Water 9/22/2012
22. Delicate 9/8/2013
23. Preservation 9/8/2013
24. Shadows 9/8/2013
25. Deep Black Element 9/8/2013
26. Calligraphy 9/19/2013
27. Here 9/19/2013
28. Uncertainty 9/19/2013
29. Convoy Of Doubt 9/1/2012
30. Peaceful, Persistent, Powerful 9/19/2013
31. Bound 9/19/2013
32. Psych Ward 9/8/2013
33. After-Glow 9/8/2013
34. Until The Innocent Are Not Punished 8/28/2012
35. Catch 8/23/2012
36. I Found My Lungs On The Shelf 8/6/2012
37. Outcry And Revolt 8/6/2012
38. Sleep And His Brother Death 9/1/2012

Comments about Shalyn Stachmus

  • Stevens Cadet Stevens Cadet (8/22/2012 9:50:00 PM)

    Thank you for all your lovely words & comments. Truly appreciate it and you dropping by to read whenever you can.

    -Stevens

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  • Maya Dearth Maya Dearth (8/6/2012 12:37:00 PM)

    I love the conversation in your poem.

Best Poem of Shalyn Stachmus

I Found My Lungs On The Shelf

If what we're breathing in are the scents of sin, will it cause us all to choke?
If in the very end we've not made amends, will we really lose all hope?
I hope not.
Even though I've been warned, I don't seem to care anymore.
Is this bad?
You see these questions, but can you see the reasons I ask?
If I've been warned and I don't care,
Is this bad?

This ultimatum has no effect on the effects of the threats themselves.
What will happen after death if no one cares?
Vaguely, I can feel you, even though you're gone.
I hope you won't be watching me, but I'm...

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The Misery Atlas

As I mold into the miscreant of myself,
I frame self-portraits in my esoteric hell.
Seems no one seems to care, but oh well.

As I turn into a torpid, tepid pool,
I choke my mind with Oblivion, so cruel.
Seems no one seems to care, that's the rule.

It's okay. It happens. All the time, every day.

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