Submissions by Bluevelvete
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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Sour Grapes
Tastes of bitterness
coat my tongue thick of poison
sourced from your soured well
~
Was it worth it, then?
Knowing that what you wanted
will never be yours
coat my tongue thick of poison
sourced from your soured well
~
Was it worth it, then?
Knowing that what you wanted
will never be yours
#lies
#betrayal
#shame
#senryu
#manipulation
630 reads
32 Comments
a personal something
to create
something from nothing
where previous a void, so apparent,
starkness in bleak surroundings—
nothingness
which strives for it's better greatness
hope grasps complicated colors
in choiceless pure necessity;
from deep within
bevies of buried pain brew
from twisted wells of inspiration
personal ~ so fucking personal
raw humanity,
needed discoveries that tear into flesh,
release building pressure
plunging a tendril so profound
as to siphon it all... away
forging...
something from nothing
where previous a void, so apparent,
starkness in bleak surroundings—
nothingness
which strives for it's better greatness
hope grasps complicated colors
in choiceless pure necessity;
from deep within
bevies of buried pain brew
from twisted wells of inspiration
personal ~ so fucking personal
raw humanity,
needed discoveries that tear into flesh,
release building pressure
plunging a tendril so profound
as to siphon it all... away
forging...
#WritingPoetry
#honesty
532 reads
38 Comments
death of a songbird.
I dwell upon the bluebird,
and the need to set it free
can you hear the quiet serenade?
chirping it's whiskey melody
O' shhh you caroling songster
deeply buried surrounded by silence
hidden from the dayward light
lest her ne'er-do-wells seed violence
I strain to hear the bluebird
unknown in love only cheap salvation
devotional thrive by five and dime
the kind...
and the need to set it free
can you hear the quiet serenade?
chirping it's whiskey melody
O' shhh you caroling songster
deeply buried surrounded by silence
hidden from the dayward light
lest her ne'er-do-wells seed violence
I strain to hear the bluebird
unknown in love only cheap salvation
devotional thrive by five and dime
the kind...
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#TruthOfLife
#CharlesBukowski
#metaphor
639 reads
44 Comments
Exsanguinate
Hugging myself
in pure hatred
Applying pressure
right where raw awareness
stabs daggers
over
and
over
Blood spills,
caressing my wounds
in liquid warmth
and just the way
I love
to bleed
in pure hatred
Applying pressure
right where raw awareness
stabs daggers
over
and
over
Blood spills,
caressing my wounds
in liquid warmth
and just the way
I love
to bleed
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#minimalist
#metaphor
#hurt
641 reads
49 Comments
Lastly
Replies come like a firestorm
caution is thrown
to winds far far past
where my usual inklings lay comforted
Needing our way,
sequestering us both... away
learning exactly how
to expand and contract
the very molecules of temptation itself
It's all for us—
the sun and moon
which allow for quiet focus
solely on each other,
a concentration of true heartbeats
stir to fully quicken
One rhythm drums... then two
rapture melds into a symbiotic echo,
complimentary sounds
delicately...
caution is thrown
to winds far far past
where my usual inklings lay comforted
Needing our way,
sequestering us both... away
learning exactly how
to expand and contract
the very molecules of temptation itself
It's all for us—
the sun and moon
which allow for quiet focus
solely on each other,
a concentration of true heartbeats
stir to fully quicken
One rhythm drums... then two
rapture melds into a symbiotic echo,
complimentary sounds
delicately...
#love
#crush
#passion
755 reads
45 Comments
C'est la vie
Forgiveness is trite
when scars become currency
upon which you trade
when scars become currency
upon which you trade
#secrets
#lies
#betrayal
#senryu
#MovingOn
608 reads
46 Comments
Valuable lessons in leering
Anticipation
steeps
hot and steady
My skin
sparks
like a live wire
One quick
purposeful glance
from over the shoulder,
catapults
need
Knowing
you'll catch
that look on my face
has me
sharpening my claws
and
it's there,
amidst remnants
of my devious
Cheshire cat-like smile
flaring so
very recognizable
that my
chameleon tongue
tauntingly licks
from the corners
of deep
red
lips
in...
steeps
hot and steady
My skin
sparks
like a live wire
One quick
purposeful glance
from over the shoulder,
catapults
need
Knowing
you'll catch
that look on my face
has me
sharpening my claws
and
it's there,
amidst remnants
of my devious
Cheshire cat-like smile
flaring so
very recognizable
that my
chameleon tongue
tauntingly licks
from the corners
of deep
red
lips
in...
#lust
858 reads
53 Comments
Of queens and pawns
She tried to turn it into a game,
making it even more hurtful
when even my 7 year old self
understood enough
to know better
yet still longed to play, anyway
Eventually it was time
to fully dismantle,
taking whatever little hands could carry;
it sparked flashbacks—
reminding
how the four of us
had dreamily done this...all
before
Been made to throw away
or told to leave our favorite things behind; ...
making it even more hurtful
when even my 7 year old self
understood enough
to know better
yet still longed to play, anyway
Eventually it was time
to fully dismantle,
taking whatever little hands could carry;
it sparked flashbacks—
reminding
how the four of us
had dreamily done this...all
before
Been made to throw away
or told to leave our favorite things behind; ...
#father
#childhood
#abuse
#manipulation
#TruthOfLife
744 reads
58 Comments
The delicacy of sweet anarchy.
Wishful moments
tenderly caress into wild danger
slow
deliberate
stokes
beckon hallelujah's ache
each supple tasking
-a flint spark incantation-
calls out
manifesting you... us
ardent whimpers
quietly regale white hot confession
as entangled energies
bow, twist and conform,
crisscrossing themselves
into combustible calculation
masterfully sharing rapturous reins
to duel consume
harden
and crystallize
O' sweet anarchy!
Pillage vast
and plunder deep ...
tenderly caress into wild danger
slow
deliberate
stokes
beckon hallelujah's ache
each supple tasking
-a flint spark incantation-
calls out
manifesting you... us
ardent whimpers
quietly regale white hot confession
as entangled energies
bow, twist and conform,
crisscrossing themselves
into combustible calculation
masterfully sharing rapturous reins
to duel consume
harden
and crystallize
O' sweet anarchy!
Pillage vast
and plunder deep ...
#love
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM
#seductive
936 reads
43 Comments
Rearranging my range of (e)motion
I stay away
walk on the periphery of people
keep to myself
stay small and nimble
strengthening
what I've learned
needs to be stronger
Trying to lose the penchant
for long distance damages,
where my depth perception
perceives things much smaller in the mirror
than how they actually appear
Forging along
each siren step—
a muscle flexed
under weight
that bears down
in welcoming
transformation
How it permeates
each cell,
lifting...
walk on the periphery of people
keep to myself
stay small and nimble
strengthening
what I've learned
needs to be stronger
Trying to lose the penchant
for long distance damages,
where my depth perception
perceives things much smaller in the mirror
than how they actually appear
Forging along
each siren step—
a muscle flexed
under weight
that bears down
in welcoming
transformation
How it permeates
each cell,
lifting...
#strength
#loneliness
#escape
#healing
#determination
705 reads
53 Comments
3am
Sleep is interrupted
for the umpteenth time
rumpled sheets, dismantled pillow cases
and my favorite woobie,
all damp with flop sweat
Sounds of the washing machine—
water mixing those bedclothes,
pierce silent darkness,
become soundtrack
Exhaustion floats all around
dusting it's essence
everywhere
A clumsily one-eyed redress of the bed
as thoughts circle
of 'a much better sleep'
intertwined with a hope
that the new crisp sheets,
bring with them...
for the umpteenth time
rumpled sheets, dismantled pillow cases
and my favorite woobie,
all damp with flop sweat
Sounds of the washing machine—
water mixing those bedclothes,
pierce silent darkness,
become soundtrack
Exhaustion floats all around
dusting it's essence
everywhere
A clumsily one-eyed redress of the bed
as thoughts circle
of 'a much better sleep'
intertwined with a hope
that the new crisp sheets,
bring with them...
#women
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
#aging
710 reads
38 Comments
787 reads
51 Comments
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