Submissions by Bluevelvete
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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secret lives of stars
take my hand
feel
three squeezes,
because
let's slip
between
unseen spaces
glow dreams
from wishes sent
wrap ourselves
sealed in perfect
warmth
safe, together
take harbor
there
become illumination
amidst all that agonizing
darkness
is how heartbeat
tender-stokes heartbeat
where our origins
share a reality
find strength,
life
and a faith
in rare magic
a warm smile,
when time
shows...
feel
three squeezes,
because
let's slip
between
unseen spaces
glow dreams
from wishes sent
wrap ourselves
sealed in perfect
warmth
safe, together
take harbor
there
become illumination
amidst all that agonizing
darkness
is how heartbeat
tender-stokes heartbeat
where our origins
share a reality
find strength,
life
and a faith
in rare magic
a warm smile,
when time
shows...
#fate
#hope
#love
#passion
#stars
658 reads
56 Comments
the sometimes painful folly of being sentimental
(and other lessons learned)
"After this, there's really nothing left"...
she says, almost absentmindedly,
while pulling out a tiny black velvet bag.
(have no doubt, this was her mostly playing martyr)
I quickly catch the simultaneous swallowing
of the huge lump in her throat,
proof, that was more telling than she'd like.
She went on saying (with trademarked bite)
that she'd gifted my sister
some old piece of her jewelry as well—
perhaps a ring
or earrings ...
"After this, there's really nothing left"...
she says, almost absentmindedly,
while pulling out a tiny black velvet bag.
(have no doubt, this was her mostly playing martyr)
I quickly catch the simultaneous swallowing
of the huge lump in her throat,
proof, that was more telling than she'd like.
She went on saying (with trademarked bite)
that she'd gifted my sister
some old piece of her jewelry as well—
perhaps a ring
or earrings ...
#mother
#frustration
#daughter
#healing
#TimeHeals
649 reads
30 Comments
Against all odds
Despite dark perils
cloaking a delicate spray
hope still finds her way
cloaking a delicate spray
hope still finds her way
#flowers
#nature
#haiku
#MentalHealth
#uplifting
471 reads
33 Comments
eye of the beholder
lids weigh heavy
soft reveling
quiets
smallish exhausted mews
barely a sound
signal acquiescence
random hushed tones
turn
steady
rhythmic
breathing
dewy skin
finds cozy warmth
amidst sweet
sherpa satisfaction
curling into herself,
happily losing the fight—
sleep grabs hold
he watches
her rise and fall
for a long while
lost in gazing—
never seeing
anything
more beautiful.
...
soft reveling
quiets
smallish exhausted mews
barely a sound
signal acquiescence
random hushed tones
turn
steady
rhythmic
breathing
dewy skin
finds cozy warmth
amidst sweet
sherpa satisfaction
curling into herself,
happily losing the fight—
sleep grabs hold
he watches
her rise and fall
for a long while
lost in gazing—
never seeing
anything
more beautiful.
...
#love
#romantic
#erotic
#BDSM
#magic
599 reads
51 Comments
Reckless are ends, unspoken
i watch
the sun
being tucked away
my skin, still warm
from the strength
of florida sunshine,
radiates our stark contrast
wasn't it yesterday
where sandcastles grew tall
and all that one particular day knew
was peals of shared laughter with zero agenda
funny, how a child's mind retains such goodness while packing away the hurt
fading light plays it's tricks,
thunder rolls in the distance
maybe a warning of turmoil—
an omen the universe gifts,...
the sun
being tucked away
my skin, still warm
from the strength
of florida sunshine,
radiates our stark contrast
wasn't it yesterday
where sandcastles grew tall
and all that one particular day knew
was peals of shared laughter with zero agenda
funny, how a child's mind retains such goodness while packing away the hurt
fading light plays it's tricks,
thunder rolls in the distance
maybe a warning of turmoil—
an omen the universe gifts,...
#mother
#illness
#aging
#daughter
#karma
433 reads
47 Comments
Fickle is a hollow heart
My sweet breath
catches the hell
that forms itself
on the tip of your tongue
Quick, pounds the blood
in life giving metamorphosis
as quicker wits brandish hard
splaying open
all the mystifying revelations
a night's essence offers
It grabs hold
pulls me in
fully encompassing with
it's own
dark gravity
blissfully weighted comfort
I love how you beautifully crush
our often weightless hearts
I've come to need the vacuous ache ...
catches the hell
that forms itself
on the tip of your tongue
Quick, pounds the blood
in life giving metamorphosis
as quicker wits brandish hard
splaying open
all the mystifying revelations
a night's essence offers
It grabs hold
pulls me in
fully encompassing with
it's own
dark gravity
blissfully weighted comfort
I love how you beautifully crush
our often weightless hearts
I've come to need the vacuous ache ...
#erotic
#BDSM
#magic
#SelfDiscovery
#sensual
841 reads
52 Comments
sensory overload (a love letter)
I see you
a wayward son
drawing strength from shadows
picking through grey bouquets
of crestfallen moments
wild, uninhibited, unfair
are how those blossoms
slowly faded
into a new kind of blackness
I know each thought invasively meanders
scattering like seed- far and wide
understanding that quickly taking root
by digging deep, is to bury an always
i see you ask yourself if it's possible to reconcile pain
given how hurt grows with such ease
when watered by a tide of tears...
a wayward son
drawing strength from shadows
picking through grey bouquets
of crestfallen moments
wild, uninhibited, unfair
are how those blossoms
slowly faded
into a new kind of blackness
I know each thought invasively meanders
scattering like seed- far and wide
understanding that quickly taking root
by digging deep, is to bury an always
i see you ask yourself if it's possible to reconcile pain
given how hurt grows with such ease
when watered by a tide of tears...
#love
#depression
#friendship
#support
#apathy
559 reads
54 Comments
origins of psychosexual creation
From the meager offerings
of an untamed dervish...
thralls of metamorphosis—oh how they call out!
I hear the aching whistles
through howling winds
delicate screams echo from midnight's breast
this body dances to and fro
in automatic rhythmic swirls
true sanctuary begets insatiable hunger
upon sweetest lips, promises sing-song
hypnotic trance-like dreams
beckon purification by fired desire
dangerous, in reality
twine imaginations darkly forge together
in fiendish fortune
we carve out these...
of an untamed dervish...
thralls of metamorphosis—oh how they call out!
I hear the aching whistles
through howling winds
delicate screams echo from midnight's breast
this body dances to and fro
in automatic rhythmic swirls
true sanctuary begets insatiable hunger
upon sweetest lips, promises sing-song
hypnotic trance-like dreams
beckon purification by fired desire
dangerous, in reality
twine imaginations darkly forge together
in fiendish fortune
we carve out these...
#erotic
#BDSM
#spiritual
#magic
#Halloween
905 reads
54 Comments
Deeper shades of read
each word becomes home
proven sanctuary
moored upon warmth that is you
call out to me— my other half
I'm listening
searching
where meeting between the lines
is bold discovery
that heartily welcome
arcs of pure incendiary imagination
exposing mind, body and soul
feel deep, in bold triumphant spirit
revel amongst pleasurable panacea
riding out as waves, crashing
marvel each page's turn
across a captivated yearn
carving...
proven sanctuary
moored upon warmth that is you
call out to me— my other half
I'm listening
searching
where meeting between the lines
is bold discovery
that heartily welcome
arcs of pure incendiary imagination
exposing mind, body and soul
feel deep, in bold triumphant spirit
revel amongst pleasurable panacea
riding out as waves, crashing
marvel each page's turn
across a captivated yearn
carving...
#lover
#PowerOfWords
#metaphor
#lust
#LifeAsAWriter
880 reads
55 Comments
Legendary
I murmur mostly to myself
something about
needing to feel you
in new places
which clamor for your magic
then wait
(despite how difficult)
allowing small purposeful mews
to travel
where it is
that lust usually guides me
my patience ebbs
in the best of ways
unable to stand it any longer
I take your tongue
between my lips
ravenous violent potential
glistens moist
and tastes even better
I am danger
carnal moans
pierce an atmospheric high ...
something about
needing to feel you
in new places
which clamor for your magic
then wait
(despite how difficult)
allowing small purposeful mews
to travel
where it is
that lust usually guides me
my patience ebbs
in the best of ways
unable to stand it any longer
I take your tongue
between my lips
ravenous violent potential
glistens moist
and tastes even better
I am danger
carnal moans
pierce an atmospheric high ...
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#magic
#sensual
774 reads
39 Comments
the more things change the more they stay the same
she sat on the edge of the bed
pulling at her nightgown
ignoring the paramedics
checking her over
stared at me
weak
frail
disheveled
looked right through me
maybe seeing something else
because she definitely was unable
to see
me
some things never change
pulling at her nightgown
ignoring the paramedics
checking her over
stared at me
weak
frail
disheveled
looked right through me
maybe seeing something else
because she definitely was unable
to see
me
some things never change
#mother
#LifeStruggles
#illness
#aging
#metaphor
546 reads
43 Comments
The stench of reality and a reminder to wipe up the blood
caught off guard
lamed by bold blistering sting
wretched dire ache
comes in dreaded waves
fuck, how i still burn
still need you
need the tangled longing
hate myself for
craving it
like I do
tears well up
in a hot slide down
red puffy
pissed off cheeks
swinging by nightmarish tenterhooks
reason sways to and fro
speckling me in blood-loss
viscera in bold stark darkness
it's so easy to forget
how we once thrived in pools of light ...
lamed by bold blistering sting
wretched dire ache
comes in dreaded waves
fuck, how i still burn
still need you
need the tangled longing
hate myself for
craving it
like I do
tears well up
in a hot slide down
red puffy
pissed off cheeks
swinging by nightmarish tenterhooks
reason sways to and fro
speckling me in blood-loss
viscera in bold stark darkness
it's so easy to forget
how we once thrived in pools of light ...
#TruthOfLife
#despair
#suffering #dark
#suffering #dark
547 reads
33 Comments
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