Submissions by Elenore
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FLY ME BACK HOME
The rain’s silvery teardrops spill into the bucket of sunshine.
Did you see how I looked into your eyes?!
The sun’s rays are back in the pail.
I smile.
Did you see how I looked into your eyes?!
The sun’s rays are back in the pail.
I smile.
#love
#crush
#passion
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Respite
A warning approaches from beneath the darkening storm clouds.
I need a brief moment to toast my inebriated inheritance.
My throat is raw, my neck tense and twisted.
My heart is a landslide of angst.
My heart races.
My face blushes.
The blood in my veins is thick with an ebbing flow of melancholy.
I need to quench my parched thirst.
A cruel hunger fills my heart with despair.
I don’t recognize my shadow in the distance.
I feel I’ve never appreciated anything in life.
I’ve never honored my refection, myself. ...
I need a brief moment to toast my inebriated inheritance.
My throat is raw, my neck tense and twisted.
My heart is a landslide of angst.
My heart races.
My face blushes.
The blood in my veins is thick with an ebbing flow of melancholy.
I need to quench my parched thirst.
A cruel hunger fills my heart with despair.
I don’t recognize my shadow in the distance.
I feel I’ve never appreciated anything in life.
I’ve never honored my refection, myself. ...
#depression
#loneliness
#FeelingLost
279 reads
4 Comments
Where
My meditation lifts me to the heights of another realm.
I am here.
Floating above the desert sands I find myself part of Mother Earth’s mirage.
I am here.
I hear the breath of a native flute which gives rise to my deliverance.
I am here.
I’m divergent at the arrival of my own birth.
I am here.
I’m half way between the darkness and dawn.
I am here.
I see phantoms in the vapor of the curious vision.
I am here.
I dream I am.
I am here.
I become.
I am here.
I am here.
I am here.
Floating above the desert sands I find myself part of Mother Earth’s mirage.
I am here.
I hear the breath of a native flute which gives rise to my deliverance.
I am here.
I’m divergent at the arrival of my own birth.
I am here.
I’m half way between the darkness and dawn.
I am here.
I see phantoms in the vapor of the curious vision.
I am here.
I dream I am.
I am here.
I become.
I am here.
I am here.
#dreams
#meditation
#SelfDiscovery
169 reads
2 Comments
For I Have Sinned
Sins are only shadows that hide within themselves.
They aren’t an open book flaming themselves.
They’re silenced in the bewilderment of lost penumbra.
The anxiety of which is bestowed upon fallen angels.
Do we confess the things that matter?
I don’t remember if I know what matters.
My ego is awash in the twinkle of my eye.
It leads me past a field of intentions into the red worry of confession.
I climb the vines of the confessional into the textured walls of the past.
My heart is pounding, it is curious.
My neck is...
They aren’t an open book flaming themselves.
They’re silenced in the bewilderment of lost penumbra.
The anxiety of which is bestowed upon fallen angels.
Do we confess the things that matter?
I don’t remember if I know what matters.
My ego is awash in the twinkle of my eye.
It leads me past a field of intentions into the red worry of confession.
I climb the vines of the confessional into the textured walls of the past.
My heart is pounding, it is curious.
My neck is...
#religion
#God
#morality
141 reads
2 Comments
DEEP INTO EXISTENCE
I am curious.
Aren’t you curious?
I’m distinctly conscious of who I am.
I think.
I am soul, spirit, beating heart, born on the sands of time.
I am quite beautiful, inside and out. This I know.
I was born into the halls of humanity without hesitation.
I knew what I was doing.
I am who I am, gliding on the wings of existence.
Flying into the center of consciousness I find I am fearless.
What is my apprehension without paranoia?
How many eyes see me, stare at me, just out of sight?
Am I having to depend on time itself to accompany me...
Aren’t you curious?
I’m distinctly conscious of who I am.
I think.
I am soul, spirit, beating heart, born on the sands of time.
I am quite beautiful, inside and out. This I know.
I was born into the halls of humanity without hesitation.
I knew what I was doing.
I am who I am, gliding on the wings of existence.
Flying into the center of consciousness I find I am fearless.
What is my apprehension without paranoia?
How many eyes see me, stare at me, just out of sight?
Am I having to depend on time itself to accompany me...
#identity
#SelfReflection
129 reads
2 Comments
Twilight Confessions
#love
#erotic
#crush #passion
#crush #passion
387 reads
2 Comments
Make It Return Whence It Came
You are my strength, my enough.
You are dynamic.
You are driven, in a passive/aggressive manner,
ever glad to engage my soul.
I suspect you are attracted.
I suspect you want.
I know I am attracted.
I know I want.
We must get to know this carnal knowledge of long ago, trust in that.
In order to do so, you must first steal my heart.
Replace the burnt lust of long ago.
Please, take me, puncture my carnal appetite.
It must be pierced.
I’m ready, make sure it hurts.
I want to remember.
...
You are dynamic.
You are driven, in a passive/aggressive manner,
ever glad to engage my soul.
I suspect you are attracted.
I suspect you want.
I know I am attracted.
I know I want.
We must get to know this carnal knowledge of long ago, trust in that.
In order to do so, you must first steal my heart.
Replace the burnt lust of long ago.
Please, take me, puncture my carnal appetite.
It must be pierced.
I’m ready, make sure it hurts.
I want to remember.
...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#UnrequitedLove
#sensual
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A Hunger
I crave a hunger that craves me, only to be lost in the residual ripples of carnal passion.
Born into the lap of a mother drunk on conception, never cherished.
Disguised as waves of pain in childbirth.
The night is just an illusion and I'm buried under a pile of confusion.
To worship the whore before the rising sun,
then torture myself to extinguish the emotions.
Born into sin upon the altar of the father whom I am seeded from.
Celebrated as a virgin, unwed and worthy of conception.
Then sacrificed as a...
Born into the lap of a mother drunk on conception, never cherished.
Disguised as waves of pain in childbirth.
The night is just an illusion and I'm buried under a pile of confusion.
To worship the whore before the rising sun,
then torture myself to extinguish the emotions.
Born into sin upon the altar of the father whom I am seeded from.
Celebrated as a virgin, unwed and worthy of conception.
Then sacrificed as a...
#erotic
#passion
221 reads
5 Comments
Distracted
My mind has been abducted by the shadows.
My eyes, out of focus.
My visibility now dim.
The distance is obscure.
Time is out of place.
My heart abandoned life long ago.
I can’t go back, there is no return.
Yet, I am here, you are here.
Somehow we are connected, but I am not familiar with the sentiment we’ve become.
It’s powerful, it’s spiritual, it’s mindless.
We are more than sentient.
We are transcendent.
My eyes, out of focus.
My visibility now dim.
The distance is obscure.
Time is out of place.
My heart abandoned life long ago.
I can’t go back, there is no return.
Yet, I am here, you are here.
Somehow we are connected, but I am not familiar with the sentiment we’ve become.
It’s powerful, it’s spiritual, it’s mindless.
We are more than sentient.
We are transcendent.
#identity
#dreams
#spiritual #confusion
#spiritual #confusion
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Echos of Confusion
She can laugh in the face of grace while locking eyes with the darkness.
No fear.
She radiates glowing grandeur in the depths of her reflection. She shines.
She worships the center of confusion from within.
It's her truth.
All the while I drown in the past on waves of pain, slowly sinking, discarded in a pool of thirst. I am vulnerable.
Nighttime closes in.
I’m anxious.
Scenarios float through my dreams buried under her lips.
She works at being her own master.
The master of her own story reins. ...
No fear.
She radiates glowing grandeur in the depths of her reflection. She shines.
She worships the center of confusion from within.
It's her truth.
All the while I drown in the past on waves of pain, slowly sinking, discarded in a pool of thirst. I am vulnerable.
Nighttime closes in.
I’m anxious.
Scenarios float through my dreams buried under her lips.
She works at being her own master.
The master of her own story reins. ...
#dark
#UnrequitedLove
#despair
192 reads
2 Comments
Desire
I'm half yesterday and half tomorrow.
I am a curious soul looking, searching, reaching for passion.
I need companionship and I am prolific in lust.
Don't hesitate to touch my mind, my need.
I'm not afraid and I am willing.
I am ready.
I am yours.
I am a curious soul looking, searching, reaching for passion.
I need companionship and I am prolific in lust.
Don't hesitate to touch my mind, my need.
I'm not afraid and I am willing.
I am ready.
I am yours.
#lover
#passion
293 reads
8 Comments
Imagination in Disguise
I like to surrender to my own quiet thoughts.
I can’t wait to get them on paper.
Do your thoughts comfort you, keep you company?
Or do they cast a spell over you, tell on you, or themselves?
As I put words down on a brilliant white background they look as though they are floating just above the paper.
At times I can’t type fast enough as my eyes chase them across the page.
The paper absorbs the ink and feeds my mind as I read what the words have to say.
So, I imagine life inside my mind as I imagine my daily...
I can’t wait to get them on paper.
Do your thoughts comfort you, keep you company?
Or do they cast a spell over you, tell on you, or themselves?
As I put words down on a brilliant white background they look as though they are floating just above the paper.
At times I can’t type fast enough as my eyes chase them across the page.
The paper absorbs the ink and feeds my mind as I read what the words have to say.
So, I imagine life inside my mind as I imagine my daily...
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by Elenore