Submissions by Everavalon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The serpents tongue is liquid and claims to be wise
SELF POEM
Published
9th Nov 2024 12:09pm
9th Nov 2024 12:09pm
Seasoned
Temptations, in grace
Never careless or splintered
Hints of variable retrace
When the soul has been wintered
Tepid and fraught
Lay the leaves of our autumn
From the grips of the naught
To the cruel at the bottom
The sun lain on ivory
The rays in the glass
The blooms sip on lively
The jade mentors the grass
The husk of our visions
Inspiring our quill
The clouds in collisions
Let nothing be still
Never careless or splintered
Hints of variable retrace
When the soul has been wintered
Tepid and fraught
Lay the leaves of our autumn
From the grips of the naught
To the cruel at the bottom
The sun lain on ivory
The rays in the glass
The blooms sip on lively
The jade mentors the grass
The husk of our visions
Inspiring our quill
The clouds in collisions
Let nothing be still
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Nov 2024 11:57am
9th Nov 2024 11:57am
In between
Mild and meddlesome
The lark of my wares
Idles wholly in trinkets and medallions
The lark of my pocket
Lining the depths
With feathers in drape
The lark of my ocean
Cresting the waves
With desperate emotion
The lark of my mind
Whittles totems from twigs
Tempting to rise
from all that is nesting
The lark of my conscience
Flits from fluid to stone
Settling each perch with intricacy
The lark of my skin
Clad of courtesy in waiting
Prickly in the...
The lark of my wares
Idles wholly in trinkets and medallions
The lark of my pocket
Lining the depths
With feathers in drape
The lark of my ocean
Cresting the waves
With desperate emotion
The lark of my mind
Whittles totems from twigs
Tempting to rise
from all that is nesting
The lark of my conscience
Flits from fluid to stone
Settling each perch with intricacy
The lark of my skin
Clad of courtesy in waiting
Prickly in the...
#LifeAsAWriter
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2024 10:22am
8th Nov 2024 10:22am
The shine
The seasons are swaying
A mild allaying
Cast in a line til’ the shine is greying
These sessions, painstaking
Of regrets we are weighing
Our eyes, surveying
Focus—
we’re fraying
A mild allaying
Cast in a line til’ the shine is greying
These sessions, painstaking
Of regrets we are weighing
Our eyes, surveying
Focus—
we’re fraying
#wisdom
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2024 10:06am
8th Nov 2024 10:06am
Sapience
I confess,
i’ve exposed an unspeakable wisdom
sworn unto whispers by this breath
I’ve styled my rebirth
with a mirth that proceeds with intrigue,
provoking me to swallow an unswallowable pill
promising gains of privy and excess
If we can ponder illusion into reality,
shall we never question its expense?
Shall it raze our voices?
Shall it upend the tenor that projects our treasured hum?
Just moments ago,
they writ the terms of our order
In the last hour,
I was measuring the eye of the genius, ...
i’ve exposed an unspeakable wisdom
sworn unto whispers by this breath
I’ve styled my rebirth
with a mirth that proceeds with intrigue,
provoking me to swallow an unswallowable pill
promising gains of privy and excess
If we can ponder illusion into reality,
shall we never question its expense?
Shall it raze our voices?
Shall it upend the tenor that projects our treasured hum?
Just moments ago,
they writ the terms of our order
In the last hour,
I was measuring the eye of the genius, ...
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2024 7:39pm
7th Nov 2024 7:39pm
The loch of repose
Pricked an old wound
The soft scar of woe
The revel is bleak
Blade softly in tow
Ebb splays my value
Regressed shadows sprawl
Tears wick the venue
As stiff whispers drawl
As calm as a tempest
As smooth as a wave
Say something of nothing
In which dour forbade
Wherefore does it settle
In the loch of repose
Where time is disparaged
And bones decompose
The soft scar of woe
The revel is bleak
Blade softly in tow
Ebb splays my value
Regressed shadows sprawl
Tears wick the venue
As stiff whispers drawl
As calm as a tempest
As smooth as a wave
Say something of nothing
In which dour forbade
Wherefore does it settle
In the loch of repose
Where time is disparaged
And bones decompose
#SelfReflection
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Nov 2024 2:10pm
7th Nov 2024 2:10pm
Blue devils
In recollections, I reverberate the kill shot
lulled by the clamouring of woe—
a smooth quip through my bones
Blood pools in my rifts
These blue devils, adrift
Grief cinched to their tongues
speak not of bliss
This lament, mired in the fragments of my soul
simmering
as we assemble into jagged walls
puncturing
as resolution befalls
Veil, veil, jacket my resilience
protect me from the despair that rallies afoot
Grit, walk beside me
Accompany me home
lulled by the clamouring of woe—
a smooth quip through my bones
Blood pools in my rifts
These blue devils, adrift
Grief cinched to their tongues
speak not of bliss
This lament, mired in the fragments of my soul
simmering
as we assemble into jagged walls
puncturing
as resolution befalls
Veil, veil, jacket my resilience
protect me from the despair that rallies afoot
Grit, walk beside me
Accompany me home
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Nov 2024 7:31pm
6th Nov 2024 7:31pm
Enigmatic
Empty eyes
A veiled disguise
Within the soul, no depth
A mocking grin
Will breed the sin
Into the mind it crept
Empty hands
In scorching sands
Sifting through the dust
Lest we forsake
The time we take
To break up through the crust
Empty gait
Our moves deflate
And wither on the stone
Enigmatic death
Will seed my breath
Unto the silt it’s sown
I am the dust
That will combust
In the leisure of the flame
My light will chasten
In dark, I hasten
Cruelly, just the...
A veiled disguise
Within the soul, no depth
A mocking grin
Will breed the sin
Into the mind it crept
Empty hands
In scorching sands
Sifting through the dust
Lest we forsake
The time we take
To break up through the crust
Empty gait
Our moves deflate
And wither on the stone
Enigmatic death
Will seed my breath
Unto the silt it’s sown
I am the dust
That will combust
In the leisure of the flame
My light will chasten
In dark, I hasten
Cruelly, just the...
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Nov 2024 2:13pm
6th Nov 2024 2:13pm
Emphatic tongue
Emphatic tongue
Wagging at ire
Absorbing the choler
In the spoils of inspire
A remorseful quip
that strengthens the mire
Lapping up the vile
That poisons the shire
Pleasure be taken—
a forceful deplore
The crimson be blading
Right down to my core
Invest in the nothing
A shadowless gain
Adherence means something
Right after the rain
Wagging at ire
Absorbing the choler
In the spoils of inspire
A remorseful quip
that strengthens the mire
Lapping up the vile
That poisons the shire
Pleasure be taken—
a forceful deplore
The crimson be blading
Right down to my core
Invest in the nothing
A shadowless gain
Adherence means something
Right after the rain
#dark
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DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Nov 2024 9:35pm
5th Nov 2024 9:35pm
Drunkard
Depth of lost wisdom
Anonymity’s schism
Splayed in glass prison
Anonymity’s schism
Splayed in glass prison
#alcohol
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DARK POEM
Published
5th Nov 2024 1:11pm
5th Nov 2024 1:11pm
In lieu of a kiss
In lieu of a kiss is the shading of bliss
Wanton, unruly and scattered
In lieu of a song is a silence, prolonged
In the naught, it’s the wisdom that’s shattered
In lieu of the lain on a wrath that will wane
From a spine that is measured as hollow
In lieu of a breath that is apt to be fresh
its the devil whose words we will swallow
Wanton, unruly and scattered
In lieu of a song is a silence, prolonged
In the naught, it’s the wisdom that’s shattered
In lieu of the lain on a wrath that will wane
From a spine that is measured as hollow
In lieu of a breath that is apt to be fresh
its the devil whose words we will swallow
#dark
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Nov 2024 12:31pm
5th Nov 2024 12:31pm
Bitter pelt
With a glittered pelt
I masquerade as nuanced
I carry the reins of this character
Walk the miles I’m dealt—
stumbling over illusion
to breach the profusion
of unconscious rot
that embellishes the naught;
tethering blurry with bold
weathering scurry with scold
Ornamental inspire in fragments of shoal
sinking into the earth
into an abject rebirth
To sift sand from the valleys;
rip thorns from the rose
To propose upon the victor
A bitter pelt that enfolds
I masquerade as nuanced
I carry the reins of this character
Walk the miles I’m dealt—
stumbling over illusion
to breach the profusion
of unconscious rot
that embellishes the naught;
tethering blurry with bold
weathering scurry with scold
Ornamental inspire in fragments of shoal
sinking into the earth
into an abject rebirth
To sift sand from the valleys;
rip thorns from the rose
To propose upon the victor
A bitter pelt that enfolds
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2024 8:48pm
30th Oct 2024 8:48pm
Shedding our textiles — with Adagio
Virgin husk, masking nothing but regard
Modest skin, curves like whispers
Wordless idle; endowment in flair
Nude lines no linens shall veil
And in silence, inuendoes have failed
Modesty has but our wings to sail
Shedding our textiles to prevail
Modest skin, curves like whispers
Wordless idle; endowment in flair
Nude lines no linens shall veil
And in silence, inuendoes have failed
Modesty has but our wings to sail
Shedding our textiles to prevail
#escape
#freedom
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