Submissions by Everavalon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The serpents tongue is liquid and claims to be wise
SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 11:31pm
4th Dec 2024 11:31pm
I am Century
I’ve secured abandon in these inconsistencies;
never reckless
with countless stanzas defining these anomalies
with the quiver of my pen
I peruse discretion with a turned cheek;
sadness with a gilded tear
The sun never sets on my potential
My effort’s influential
Uncertainty is never written in the tilt of the moon;
It simply is as it is
My prevalence is wild enough to appease even the raven as he reflects pride over the cleanest of bone
I am unique; I have century in my spirit
I am an old soul; I cast depth through these...
never reckless
with countless stanzas defining these anomalies
with the quiver of my pen
I peruse discretion with a turned cheek;
sadness with a gilded tear
The sun never sets on my potential
My effort’s influential
Uncertainty is never written in the tilt of the moon;
It simply is as it is
My prevalence is wild enough to appease even the raven as he reflects pride over the cleanest of bone
I am unique; I have century in my spirit
I am an old soul; I cast depth through these...
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2024 10:12am
4th Dec 2024 10:12am
The riven
An essence remains where endeavour melts away the noisome; the one the devil selects to grease the flanks. Unsteady knees and shoulders that droop. A thousand seasons couldn’t whisk away these scars; these lines of peril writ of the ashes of those darkened days.
I walk the glade because i’ve been emptied. I need to breathe in the expanse. I need to fill my lungs with green earth imbued with raw mirth. Even though my eyes surveil through a veil that’s been sullied. I carve a path over the riven. Treading over these fragments that pinch the grass. And not because of necessity....
I walk the glade because i’ve been emptied. I need to breathe in the expanse. I need to fill my lungs with green earth imbued with raw mirth. Even though my eyes surveil through a veil that’s been sullied. I carve a path over the riven. Treading over these fragments that pinch the grass. And not because of necessity....
#SelfReflection
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DARK POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2024 11:19pm
2nd Dec 2024 11:19pm
Dusk’s blanket
Content to breathe fire
Inhaling the static
Exhaling as the panic that pricks the lips
Too many words are perusing our fate
Bidding the deeds left unburnt by your tenor
I sip on these flames often
Rolling them around on my tongue
I measure their captivity;
shape their tether on my spirit
Drop the ones that don’t smooth ego’s
Prop the ones that bruise
I am defined by the pinch of your voice
These quips that sear
These nips that tear into my flesh
And transform my nectar into poison
to be drank under dusk’s blanket ...
Inhaling the static
Exhaling as the panic that pricks the lips
Too many words are perusing our fate
Bidding the deeds left unburnt by your tenor
I sip on these flames often
Rolling them around on my tongue
I measure their captivity;
shape their tether on my spirit
Drop the ones that don’t smooth ego’s
Prop the ones that bruise
I am defined by the pinch of your voice
These quips that sear
These nips that tear into my flesh
And transform my nectar into poison
to be drank under dusk’s blanket ...
#dark
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Dec 2024 12:41pm
1st Dec 2024 12:41pm
Lonesome lines
Forget wading through the river. The current is harassing and the bottom, dismissive. The whirlpools, evasive; the haughty, permissive. The stones have bullied the balance right out of my gesture. The silt between them grips my gait like it’s in the market for ground bone. The critters beneath nibble at my flesh as it’s shaven, tickling my wounds with their whiskers. Their eyes leak desire when I’m moistened. The fish are hungry here.
Forget walking through the forest. Seven minutes in and the trees aren’t done whispering my location. There’s no silence to be had in these...
Forget walking through the forest. Seven minutes in and the trees aren’t done whispering my location. There’s no silence to be had in these...
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2024 11:31pm
30th Nov 2024 11:31pm
The pearl
Perpetual moments of smoulder fills my vessel with a constant smoke. The grey behind this vision is murky with obscure sediment smothering my perception. Sadness, despair; an excursion of amplified impression. I am justified in this plunder of mirth that was once the foundation that soothed me.
In loneliness, my mind had become valiant with austerity. I was the stern that upended the bow. I was the silence in the lighthouse on temperate nights. I was the heckle in the crowd at your theatre plays. I could be anyone then, so long as I was dismissive. I was callous and hardened; as...
In loneliness, my mind had become valiant with austerity. I was the stern that upended the bow. I was the silence in the lighthouse on temperate nights. I was the heckle in the crowd at your theatre plays. I could be anyone then, so long as I was dismissive. I was callous and hardened; as...
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Nov 2024 12:21pm
30th Nov 2024 12:21pm
In shadows
In meadows they tread
In coves they unveil
In shadows they talk
Until miles prevail
Abreast of the bounty
All covered in gold
Eclipse the dramatic
Defining the bold
Earth lay the coven
Ne’er tattered nor spoiled
May the moon shows it’s clever
To the shadows that toiled
In coves they unveil
In shadows they talk
Until miles prevail
Abreast of the bounty
All covered in gold
Eclipse the dramatic
Defining the bold
Earth lay the coven
Ne’er tattered nor spoiled
May the moon shows it’s clever
To the shadows that toiled
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2024 1:07pm
28th Nov 2024 1:07pm
Emotive soirée
I’m feral and lost in this absent pity
I feel no pressure to own your feelings;
this upset that drains you
I measure your sound with my palms,
caressing the sculpt of your fuse
I finger the noise that emits with amplification
and reverberate it back with a higher pitch
I resonate at a higher frequency
I grind my poise with stone
My feet, firm and resolute
I feel your energy with these tendrils that pierce you
I placate the shudder of your worth
and may swelter under your scrutiny
but will not drench in your emotive...
I feel no pressure to own your feelings;
this upset that drains you
I measure your sound with my palms,
caressing the sculpt of your fuse
I finger the noise that emits with amplification
and reverberate it back with a higher pitch
I resonate at a higher frequency
I grind my poise with stone
My feet, firm and resolute
I feel your energy with these tendrils that pierce you
I placate the shudder of your worth
and may swelter under your scrutiny
but will not drench in your emotive...
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2024 10:55pm
27th Nov 2024 10:55pm
Unwritten words
Fought with the blood
coursing through my veins
Thoughts, segmented into gelatinous ooze
reminiscent of sap seeping intermittently from my bark
My wounds as unsettled as unwritten words
Unstrung lights,
darken the absent hue
Blackening the bones where they roam
Sampling the girth of their stain
I am every pixel of its palette
a measure of simple eyes
I strain to forgive thy wounds
and put the bloom before the husk
Like the cloth before the loom
Sparse gaze,
balking at the forest toothpicks
Upending...
coursing through my veins
Thoughts, segmented into gelatinous ooze
reminiscent of sap seeping intermittently from my bark
My wounds as unsettled as unwritten words
Unstrung lights,
darken the absent hue
Blackening the bones where they roam
Sampling the girth of their stain
I am every pixel of its palette
a measure of simple eyes
I strain to forgive thy wounds
and put the bloom before the husk
Like the cloth before the loom
Sparse gaze,
balking at the forest toothpicks
Upending...
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Nov 2024 12:00pm
26th Nov 2024 12:00pm
Trinkets
I’m invested in your trinkets
Your mind, a medallion
Your body, a novelty
Your soul, a jewel
I pleasure in the abstract
Share lines with the eccentric
I puddle under your wisdom
I pleasure in the scarcity of your word
Have I earned a page in your tome?
Have I acquired a grain in your hourglass?
Have I sampled your truth with the fairest of tongue?
Speak unto the leisure of time
And mute everything that is settled
Your mind, a medallion
Your body, a novelty
Your soul, a jewel
I pleasure in the abstract
Share lines with the eccentric
I puddle under your wisdom
I pleasure in the scarcity of your word
Have I earned a page in your tome?
Have I acquired a grain in your hourglass?
Have I sampled your truth with the fairest of tongue?
Speak unto the leisure of time
And mute everything that is settled
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Nov 2024 11:25am
25th Nov 2024 11:25am
The depth of my scarlet
The beauty beneath my bones
wears linen of marrow
The raven beneath its feathers
is ragged and narrow
The haughty beneath my drone
wears echoes of contempt
The haven beneath the thicket
Is jaded and bent
The rise beneath our stature
Is foiled in gold
The guise beneath our shadow
Is layered and bold
The method beneath my madness
Is brittle and thin
The depth of my scarlet
Has me riddled in sin
wears linen of marrow
The raven beneath its feathers
is ragged and narrow
The haughty beneath my drone
wears echoes of contempt
The haven beneath the thicket
Is jaded and bent
The rise beneath our stature
Is foiled in gold
The guise beneath our shadow
Is layered and bold
The method beneath my madness
Is brittle and thin
The depth of my scarlet
Has me riddled in sin
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Nov 2024 11:28am
24th Nov 2024 11:28am
Heckler of the calm
The poise of a storm
tantalizes the fray; darkness taints the sky and paints his furious shroud as a masquerade
as the gloaming drains my shadow of its arch connecting my toes with its silhouette
The storm dabbles in provoking the lonesome, inviting himself in
unannounced
unplanned for
The fainthearted retreat to timber castles
The bears are corkscrewed in their dens
The birds adhere in pockets like coins of a miser
Across the horizon writhes the storm, rumbling like a train preparing to leave the station. Stoking the...
tantalizes the fray; darkness taints the sky and paints his furious shroud as a masquerade
as the gloaming drains my shadow of its arch connecting my toes with its silhouette
The storm dabbles in provoking the lonesome, inviting himself in
unannounced
unplanned for
The fainthearted retreat to timber castles
The bears are corkscrewed in their dens
The birds adhere in pockets like coins of a miser
Across the horizon writhes the storm, rumbling like a train preparing to leave the station. Stoking the...
#SelfReflection
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2024 1:32pm
22nd Nov 2024 1:32pm
To whole the nothing
In the womb, I am writ of scarlet
My ivory is transparently written in the blood where I simmer, waiting for my birth to ensign this porcelain veil
As a child, I wear the mask of dishevel
I have not yet mastered design with a chiselled quill
I have yet to plaster the nigh with unwholesome will
I have yet to curtail the bloom of unfettered delight
I have yet to prevail over the moon in the night
In my youth, I wear the mask of rebellion
I hamper wit with my fist
I sample tryst with my lips
I measure fate as a bone ...
My ivory is transparently written in the blood where I simmer, waiting for my birth to ensign this porcelain veil
As a child, I wear the mask of dishevel
I have not yet mastered design with a chiselled quill
I have yet to plaster the nigh with unwholesome will
I have yet to curtail the bloom of unfettered delight
I have yet to prevail over the moon in the night
In my youth, I wear the mask of rebellion
I hamper wit with my fist
I sample tryst with my lips
I measure fate as a bone ...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
95 reads
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