Submissions by Everavalon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The serpents tongue is liquid and claims to be wise
SELF POEM
Published
29th Oct 2024 12:50pm
29th Oct 2024 12:50pm
The vessel and the cloth
i
Against my palms, my head rests.
I’ve pondered for miles—
these musings set to wrap around the earth, tenfold.
Why do we perplex over all we have written?
Upon this chair I sit, burdened.
I’ve simmered—
reeling between intervals of gin and tonic.
A crack in the glass excretes my glitches,
spilling unspent thoughts from its vessel.
The spill is velveteen and unprincipled.
I cannot clean up the excess—
for it’s the linen that soaks up the overage.
ii
From the depths of chronic pining, ...
Against my palms, my head rests.
I’ve pondered for miles—
these musings set to wrap around the earth, tenfold.
Why do we perplex over all we have written?
Upon this chair I sit, burdened.
I’ve simmered—
reeling between intervals of gin and tonic.
A crack in the glass excretes my glitches,
spilling unspent thoughts from its vessel.
The spill is velveteen and unprincipled.
I cannot clean up the excess—
for it’s the linen that soaks up the overage.
ii
From the depths of chronic pining, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Oct 2024 11:09am
28th Oct 2024 11:09am
Ocean temptress
She is the static that panics the air
Prickling with pulses of galvanic flair
Her tremors are spun
And wrought into one
To nix the soul’s debonair
Trailblazing, in scales
With the fish and the whales
A coven of which she belongs
These waves are still cresting
Her swoon, I’m digesting
To feed the distemper of song
The ocean’s a temptress
her guild is relentless
Breathe not of which bastes her vigour
Her whispers are smooth
Her locution will groove
A crevice that keeps growing...
Prickling with pulses of galvanic flair
Her tremors are spun
And wrought into one
To nix the soul’s debonair
Trailblazing, in scales
With the fish and the whales
A coven of which she belongs
These waves are still cresting
Her swoon, I’m digesting
To feed the distemper of song
The ocean’s a temptress
her guild is relentless
Breathe not of which bastes her vigour
Her whispers are smooth
Her locution will groove
A crevice that keeps growing...
#dark
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Oct 2024 12:56pm
25th Oct 2024 12:56pm
Alchemize your breath
Depth of spirit in freefall,
collecting sludge from these walls
thoughts
pulling you down
in intervals
adhering new gains in reflection
It’s murky here at the bottom
and voluble
I breathe the grains of context into my lungs
absorbing their implications
This content of thought
sticky and smothering
I choke on their connotation
Have you never encountered ...
collecting sludge from these walls
thoughts
pulling you down
in intervals
adhering new gains in reflection
It’s murky here at the bottom
and voluble
I breathe the grains of context into my lungs
absorbing their implications
This content of thought
sticky and smothering
I choke on their connotation
Have you never encountered ...
#SelfReflection
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2024 11:46am
25th Oct 2024 11:46am
In chrysalis — with Adagio
When the shadow is on the gloom
the moon is in metamorphosis
and in slow detox
Saturn has lost it's festoon
and the soul is in a chrysalis
lusting for a raven's caul
When the whispers reach exodus
and the stars in Pavlovian flair
The raven fouls the messenger
To cinch his breath
To pinch his breadth
To seek shallow in place of insight
the moon is in metamorphosis
and in slow detox
Saturn has lost it's festoon
and the soul is in a chrysalis
lusting for a raven's caul
When the whispers reach exodus
and the stars in Pavlovian flair
The raven fouls the messenger
To cinch his breath
To pinch his breadth
To seek shallow in place of insight
#dark
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2024 2:09pm
23rd Oct 2024 2:09pm
This empty revel
i.
Come walk with me. No use wandering alone on this
absent curve with this melancholy
in hand—this stain on your palms.
You try not to let it pester— though it slinks up your sleeve. You mustn’t touch it
It’s prickly; this blackened scab that sullies your ivory; the wound— a trinket of wry
with little relent.
ii.
For all this sorrow forbids you to bathe in the malt of another man’s brew. A potence found only in the ones who have forgiven ...
Come walk with me. No use wandering alone on this
absent curve with this melancholy
in hand—this stain on your palms.
You try not to let it pester— though it slinks up your sleeve. You mustn’t touch it
It’s prickly; this blackened scab that sullies your ivory; the wound— a trinket of wry
with little relent.
ii.
For all this sorrow forbids you to bathe in the malt of another man’s brew. A potence found only in the ones who have forgiven ...
#healing
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2024 3:03pm
22nd Oct 2024 3:03pm
Of a tethered tongue
Jealousy is an empty room
Where nesting ire resurrects
You reel in suspicion
To counter submission
Where you lace gloom to dismay
In fixed disarray
Jealousy is an unopened hand
In a cruel reprimand
The rife of violence
In this molten silence
Jealousy is the grip of a scold
Of a tethered tongue
The quip of the bold
Ill measuring one
Jealousy is a mislaid contusion
On a wearer’s heart
The stance of the shaken
Where souls rip apart
Jealousy is the prick of a knife ...
Where nesting ire resurrects
You reel in suspicion
To counter submission
Where you lace gloom to dismay
In fixed disarray
Jealousy is an unopened hand
In a cruel reprimand
The rife of violence
In this molten silence
Jealousy is the grip of a scold
Of a tethered tongue
The quip of the bold
Ill measuring one
Jealousy is a mislaid contusion
On a wearer’s heart
The stance of the shaken
Where souls rip apart
Jealousy is the prick of a knife ...
#jealousy
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DARK POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2024 12:35pm
22nd Oct 2024 12:35pm
Immortal clothing — with Crimsin
In the night is where it echoes
Reverberating woe from this sable womb
I heed you in the shadows
as you fade your presence
over the contours of misalign
to shade the shine of lunacy
Your lips blade the quips of my enchantments
Beguiling my stance
To stable the whine that pierces
pricking these bones that stiffen the spine
To the rind— where it simmers
In the torrents of this curse
in the winds that pit my skin
I relent
Madness runs circles in this shallow box
Sadness seeps vile from this...
Reverberating woe from this sable womb
I heed you in the shadows
as you fade your presence
over the contours of misalign
to shade the shine of lunacy
Your lips blade the quips of my enchantments
Beguiling my stance
To stable the whine that pierces
pricking these bones that stiffen the spine
To the rind— where it simmers
In the torrents of this curse
in the winds that pit my skin
I relent
Madness runs circles in this shallow box
Sadness seeps vile from this...
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Oct 2024 10:13pm
20th Oct 2024 10:13pm
Uninvited
Death of breath
A life must depart
and know that I’m worried
O’ flutter my heart
An uninvited friend
With a present for you
Won’t know how it ends
Or what you’ll go through
With a when and a why
Be strong or be still
The end has upended
The art of the thrill
No tang of merit
No biding my time
The prang of its sulphur
To render your prime
Of age and of tenure
To narrate thy death
Splayed out with a smidgeon
of destiny’s breath
Save you or fade you
or fester, perhaps ...
A life must depart
and know that I’m worried
O’ flutter my heart
An uninvited friend
With a present for you
Won’t know how it ends
Or what you’ll go through
With a when and a why
Be strong or be still
The end has upended
The art of the thrill
No tang of merit
No biding my time
The prang of its sulphur
To render your prime
Of age and of tenure
To narrate thy death
Splayed out with a smidgeon
of destiny’s breath
Save you or fade you
or fester, perhaps ...
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Oct 2024 6:33pm
20th Oct 2024 6:33pm
The luring twilight— with Lilliputian and Adagio
Embracing the luring twilight
where light and obsidian blend on the horizon
painting the sky
whispering a moonlight serenade silently
its melody of chandelier as stars twinkle
embracing the luring twilight
as the withers begin to unwind life's philosophy
In a colony to column thee
In the space we’ve unrolled
tracing the stars with a stencil
Shifting the voids and clusters
to weave new life into this mottled rift
where silence is shaken by collapsing serenades
spilling the cloak of its spine
to ooze mettle...
where light and obsidian blend on the horizon
painting the sky
whispering a moonlight serenade silently
its melody of chandelier as stars twinkle
embracing the luring twilight
as the withers begin to unwind life's philosophy
In a colony to column thee
In the space we’ve unrolled
tracing the stars with a stencil
Shifting the voids and clusters
to weave new life into this mottled rift
where silence is shaken by collapsing serenades
spilling the cloak of its spine
to ooze mettle...
#dark
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Oct 2024 12:53pm
20th Oct 2024 12:53pm
The timekeeper’s psalm
Inharmonious wisdom
staining my parchment
Where hesitation mentors my quill
Where complexity binds all grievances
to an aura that is greying
Empty quotations narrate my spirit
I’ve no praise to unfurl my wings
No leisure in soar
No measure of lore
to cleanse the feathers
that are tattered and filthy
O’ how words sometimes betray
Where dust clads my tomorrow
where I steal beneath borrow
these minutes— the ones that are crumbling
these seconds, in interlude
infecting...
staining my parchment
Where hesitation mentors my quill
Where complexity binds all grievances
to an aura that is greying
Empty quotations narrate my spirit
I’ve no praise to unfurl my wings
No leisure in soar
No measure of lore
to cleanse the feathers
that are tattered and filthy
O’ how words sometimes betray
Where dust clads my tomorrow
where I steal beneath borrow
these minutes— the ones that are crumbling
these seconds, in interlude
infecting...
#dark
#LifeAsAWriter
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Oct 2024 11:31pm
19th Oct 2024 11:31pm
The skoal of tomorrow — with Adagio
Where we’re noxious, in plume
of interlude, perhaps doom
Within the vestibule of wince and waken
Untilled and forsaken
Where the sky opens up
to billows of whimsical flair
Clouds stretched out
like man-made gout
to flesh out
the lay of our spine
Where the wither of thought
allays the verbiage that pens my odes
ill wrought ‘neath the field of missed breath
Casting doubt upon dither
Masking clout above wither
In the spleen and between
To define the words
adding to...
of interlude, perhaps doom
Within the vestibule of wince and waken
Untilled and forsaken
Where the sky opens up
to billows of whimsical flair
Clouds stretched out
like man-made gout
to flesh out
the lay of our spine
Where the wither of thought
allays the verbiage that pens my odes
ill wrought ‘neath the field of missed breath
Casting doubt upon dither
Masking clout above wither
In the spleen and between
To define the words
adding to...
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Oct 2024 12:18pm
18th Oct 2024 12:18pm
Black mass
In the midst of wither and wane
Upon the mule, a tattered mane
Traipsing o’er the midnight sun
Upon the line, the colours run
Sable leaks from wilting clouds
A viscous rain;
it seeps.
It shrouds
It clings to the shame of vested sorrow
It leeches the pulse of your only tomorrow
It weighs you down
It chalks your words
It fleeces desire
And mutes the birds
No songs to sing
No deserts to wander
I’m brittle
No gleam
I’m left without ponder
Upon the mule, a tattered mane
Traipsing o’er the midnight sun
Upon the line, the colours run
Sable leaks from wilting clouds
A viscous rain;
it seeps.
It shrouds
It clings to the shame of vested sorrow
It leeches the pulse of your only tomorrow
It weighs you down
It chalks your words
It fleeces desire
And mutes the birds
No songs to sing
No deserts to wander
I’m brittle
No gleam
I’m left without ponder
#dark
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