Submissions by Elenore
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
27th May 2022 10:30pm
27th May 2022 10:30pm
Melting Desire
#lust
#sex
#erotic
502 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
26th May 2022 3:19pm
26th May 2022 3:19pm
Vestige
I need to search my toolbox for elements of stability.
I don’t have to dig too deep to touch implements of love, compassion, companionship.
But what I really need is confidence, affirmation, vision, reassurance.
I’m going to follow along the trail and listen for the call of the horned lark.
What I really don’t realize, though, is how tired I am.
I will go and lay down to rest, slumber, sleep.
I have to have my sleep. It’s my medicine. It’s my antidote.
I will beckon the clouds to send comfort as my pillow.
...
I don’t have to dig too deep to touch implements of love, compassion, companionship.
But what I really need is confidence, affirmation, vision, reassurance.
I’m going to follow along the trail and listen for the call of the horned lark.
What I really don’t realize, though, is how tired I am.
I will go and lay down to rest, slumber, sleep.
I have to have my sleep. It’s my medicine. It’s my antidote.
I will beckon the clouds to send comfort as my pillow.
...
#dreams
#sleep
351 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th May 2022 3:21am
15th May 2022 3:21am
Abstract
Whenever I ignore authority my behavior is not always deviant from the norm.
I am living on borrowed denial from the past.
I’m expecting it to redeem my future.
I’m dependent on it.
And I’m not lying.
Play me.
I keep expecting something bad to happen.
Waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop.
That dreaded anxiety has been ingrained into my living essence since childhood.
Branded like an animal.
I recognize it now, if only for a moment.
It’s like I want something...
I am living on borrowed denial from the past.
I’m expecting it to redeem my future.
I’m dependent on it.
And I’m not lying.
Play me.
I keep expecting something bad to happen.
Waiting for the other proverbial shoe to drop.
That dreaded anxiety has been ingrained into my living essence since childhood.
Branded like an animal.
I recognize it now, if only for a moment.
It’s like I want something...
#hope
#confusion
#hurt #anger
#hurt #anger
173 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
9th May 2022 2:56am
9th May 2022 2:56am
Change Equals Manifestation
I see your heart trade places with the moon and her eclipse.
I sense the beating of your heart within the brilliance of the sun.
Your reflectivity is replaced by an absent dark silence.
There is no fear. There is only sickness, sadness.
The days merge into a monotonous depression.
Clouds cover the sky, chilling rain falls cold onto your neck.
You never seem to get a break.
When will the fulgor return?
Dampness creeps into your bones, your psyche.
Still there is no fear.
No submission, no completion, no contentment. ...
I sense the beating of your heart within the brilliance of the sun.
Your reflectivity is replaced by an absent dark silence.
There is no fear. There is only sickness, sadness.
The days merge into a monotonous depression.
Clouds cover the sky, chilling rain falls cold onto your neck.
You never seem to get a break.
When will the fulgor return?
Dampness creeps into your bones, your psyche.
Still there is no fear.
No submission, no completion, no contentment. ...
#abuse
#alcohol
417 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2022 3:16am
5th May 2022 3:16am
Personification
Embodied brain material from the past lies beside me.
It is the missing lyrics.
They are lost particles of memory and they are free.
This is my brain on poetry.
It is the missing lyrics.
They are lost particles of memory and they are free.
This is my brain on poetry.
#memories
#confusion
226 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
3rd May 2022 2:08am
3rd May 2022 2:08am
The Jester's Armoire
Is it tea time yet?
It feels right.
My dream warped when I stepped into it.
An unfinished conversation with the past keeps haunting my night time slumber.
It gave me a glimpse but my damn thought process is foggy, detached, nothing’s crystal clear.
Even the inner mirror cracked when I looked into it, shattering into bits and pieces floating through my mind’s eye as disassociated memories and reflections.
All I want to do is sleep.
All I want is my slumber.
All I want is renewal.
When will any of it ever come to...
It feels right.
My dream warped when I stepped into it.
An unfinished conversation with the past keeps haunting my night time slumber.
It gave me a glimpse but my damn thought process is foggy, detached, nothing’s crystal clear.
Even the inner mirror cracked when I looked into it, shattering into bits and pieces floating through my mind’s eye as disassociated memories and reflections.
All I want to do is sleep.
All I want is my slumber.
All I want is renewal.
When will any of it ever come to...
#dreams
#insomnia
#sleep
213 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2022 1:38am
2nd May 2022 1:38am
Eternity's Bounty
Embalm me with prayers of the ancients then cast my essence to the winds of time.
Listen for the breath of the elders as they spread life in words of a prophetic nature.
You will find my spirit frolicking on the bounty of their scriptures floating over the gentle cosmos of eternity itself.
Listen for the breath of the elders as they spread life in words of a prophetic nature.
You will find my spirit frolicking on the bounty of their scriptures floating over the gentle cosmos of eternity itself.
#LifeCycle
423 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
27th Apr 2022 4:54pm
27th Apr 2022 4:54pm
Impatient Dreams
The robins are singing the rain song and I see threatening clouds coming in from the west.
Hopefully they bring rain drops to garden earth.
It’s early evening as the rain begins to fall.
I hear traffic’s wet commute driving down the road.
The temperature drops as sheets of rain whip across the open field.
It doesn’t last long and the clouds begin to lighten to make way for the setting sun.
I draw an invisible line across my psyche daring my intuition.
My inhibitions silently drain from my subconscious.
I take care not to fall...
Hopefully they bring rain drops to garden earth.
It’s early evening as the rain begins to fall.
I hear traffic’s wet commute driving down the road.
The temperature drops as sheets of rain whip across the open field.
It doesn’t last long and the clouds begin to lighten to make way for the setting sun.
I draw an invisible line across my psyche daring my intuition.
My inhibitions silently drain from my subconscious.
I take care not to fall...
#dreams
#rain
#sleep
243 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Apr 2022 4:39pm
24th Apr 2022 4:39pm
Beyond The Brier Patch
Your suave attitude turns me on.
My mind is entranced by your confidence.
I admire your devotion and loyalty.
I have found myself feeling mysteriously feminine and seductive when I think of you.
I allow you to seduce my thoughts.
I am alive to be daring.
Maybe one day we will transcend our insecurities and join our passions together as one. Would you allow me to take your hand in mine for a while? To feel the warmth and softness of your skin against mine.
Your spirit is fierce and compassionate.
Allow me to acknowledge your...
My mind is entranced by your confidence.
I admire your devotion and loyalty.
I have found myself feeling mysteriously feminine and seductive when I think of you.
I allow you to seduce my thoughts.
I am alive to be daring.
Maybe one day we will transcend our insecurities and join our passions together as one. Would you allow me to take your hand in mine for a while? To feel the warmth and softness of your skin against mine.
Your spirit is fierce and compassionate.
Allow me to acknowledge your...
#relationships
193 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2022 3:33pm
22nd Apr 2022 3:33pm
Listen To The Longing Within
My shadow and I walk toward the twilight.
Vespers casts a yearning upon my heart.
Absence of solace won’t allow me my sleep.
I'm wired and wide awake on this damp dreary night.
The clouds overhead are heavy, hovering between horizon and hope.
I am ever aware of the silent grandeur seeping from my mind.
I turn to face the darkness within myself.
The echo of my ego taunts me.
I shouldn’t question intuition or insight when a particular stimulus passes through my intellect.
I remember the hollow cavern of my own deception. ...
Vespers casts a yearning upon my heart.
Absence of solace won’t allow me my sleep.
I'm wired and wide awake on this damp dreary night.
The clouds overhead are heavy, hovering between horizon and hope.
I am ever aware of the silent grandeur seeping from my mind.
I turn to face the darkness within myself.
The echo of my ego taunts me.
I shouldn’t question intuition or insight when a particular stimulus passes through my intellect.
I remember the hollow cavern of my own deception. ...
#dreams
#philosophical
188 reads
2 Comments
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