Submissions by Everavalon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The serpents tongue is liquid and claims to be wise
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
91 reads
4 Comments
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
79 reads
8 Comments
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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4 Comments
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
73 reads
2 Comments
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
I...
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
I...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
76 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2024 12:19pm
22nd Nov 2024 12:19pm
A temple in my palms
I’ve ended it. I am no longer distracted by these sensations of upset. These reverberations watching the pain ripple west of my doorway, puddling ‘neath the dark words of melancholia. Resilience has risen a temple in my palms.
This frown that is coercive no longer wilts my face.
These tears that are unbidden evanescence into salt.
I will slather whatever salve I can dip my fingers into
to soothe this bruised body.
I propel; flattening these wrinkles beneath my feet.
My footsteps are priming a pathway before me.
I tread...
This frown that is coercive no longer wilts my face.
These tears that are unbidden evanescence into salt.
I will slather whatever salve I can dip my fingers into
to soothe this bruised body.
I propel; flattening these wrinkles beneath my feet.
My footsteps are priming a pathway before me.
I tread...
#SelfDiscovery
63 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2024 4:00pm
20th Nov 2024 4:00pm
Between the husk and the knoll
What is it about me that makes you glimmer?
My essence; my grace?
I confess, I am numb to you
I simmer in your sparkles as if your endeavour were a prism of mindless refraction
Your colours merely smothering my shade
I cannot love you as you want to be loved
I cannot spare any envy to accommodate you
Your outspoken inundation chokes my pen
Strangles my zen
You want my hand— take it
and I will lead you to the meadow
and let you wither between the husk and the knoll
I cannot love you as you want to be loved
I cannot...
My essence; my grace?
I confess, I am numb to you
I simmer in your sparkles as if your endeavour were a prism of mindless refraction
Your colours merely smothering my shade
I cannot love you as you want to be loved
I cannot spare any envy to accommodate you
Your outspoken inundation chokes my pen
Strangles my zen
You want my hand— take it
and I will lead you to the meadow
and let you wither between the husk and the knoll
I cannot love you as you want to be loved
I cannot...
#SelfReflection
98 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2024 12:23pm
20th Nov 2024 12:23pm
Vintage jewels
I perplex over your wit
Fingering your words with discretion
Peeling back the layers
To unveil their meaning
Wisdom is borne of experience
The nectar of the nucleus
Spilling its liquid to cocoon your essence
It’s shimmer is raw and viscous
Your words urge me to ponder deeply
Each metaphor splayed in cloth for dissection
I feel your words in my chest
as they stumble through my spirit
Collecting meaning along the way
My ears twinge as the inner voice is echoing
Throwing noise to your walls ...
Fingering your words with discretion
Peeling back the layers
To unveil their meaning
Wisdom is borne of experience
The nectar of the nucleus
Spilling its liquid to cocoon your essence
It’s shimmer is raw and viscous
Your words urge me to ponder deeply
Each metaphor splayed in cloth for dissection
I feel your words in my chest
as they stumble through my spirit
Collecting meaning along the way
My ears twinge as the inner voice is echoing
Throwing noise to your walls ...
#SelfReflection
73 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Nov 2024 12:27pm
19th Nov 2024 12:27pm
Idling my time
Knowing you’re unwanted is a prickly sensation.
There lay thorns at every corner; blades dig at every turn. My path, riddled with holes.
The world my mother molded for me left an odorous hue. Dense, all encompassing. The murk often blinded my eyes from finding an escape through her fissures— lined of loneliness and retraction, where her glimmer was intermittent at best.
The voice my mother left for me narrates her vibe as detached and selfish. Her crooked lips, up slightly to one side, painted her mouth in a perpetual smirk. Her grimace hid the baggage of her own...
There lay thorns at every corner; blades dig at every turn. My path, riddled with holes.
The world my mother molded for me left an odorous hue. Dense, all encompassing. The murk often blinded my eyes from finding an escape through her fissures— lined of loneliness and retraction, where her glimmer was intermittent at best.
The voice my mother left for me narrates her vibe as detached and selfish. Her crooked lips, up slightly to one side, painted her mouth in a perpetual smirk. Her grimace hid the baggage of her own...
#dark
115 reads
11 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2024 12:00pm
19th Nov 2024 12:00pm
Spoken
The authenticity of the truth spoken
depends on the accuracy
of the words
defined
depends on the accuracy
of the words
defined
#SelfReflection
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3 Comments
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