Submissions by Everavalon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
The serpents tongue is liquid and claims to be wise
DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2024 10:18pm
17th Oct 2024 10:18pm
Affixed with fire— with Adagio
Faded quips of the wanton liar
Swelling lines affixed with fire
Gone to ashes of cooling char
From a distance spreading far
Bated breath, alas to be
Until he sipped catastrophe
You splayed the spool of tethers line
And made the fool drink poisoned wine
From the flesh of tainted brine
As the dark permits decline
Under, at last, the tailors spell
Distressed and cruel; a lot like hell
Tasting the silent Methamphetamine
Of the dark's mescaline
Swelling lines affixed with fire
Gone to ashes of cooling char
From a distance spreading far
Bated breath, alas to be
Until he sipped catastrophe
You splayed the spool of tethers line
And made the fool drink poisoned wine
From the flesh of tainted brine
As the dark permits decline
Under, at last, the tailors spell
Distressed and cruel; a lot like hell
Tasting the silent Methamphetamine
Of the dark's mescaline
#dark
#drugs
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Oct 2024 2:36pm
16th Oct 2024 2:36pm
Jewels
How might you love me?
I’ve milled me a wish
With roses and paisley
adorning your kiss
With unsparing hands
That caress my skin
With subtle poise
Felt deep within
With moons that swoon
O’er silken delights
With words that spice
These shaded nights
With quips in svelte
I unravel your swagger
In the haste of the moment
I buckle and stagger
With fingers that rove
‘cross the arc of my spine
With lips that slip
to where you can dine
With...
I’ve milled me a wish
With roses and paisley
adorning your kiss
With unsparing hands
That caress my skin
With subtle poise
Felt deep within
With moons that swoon
O’er silken delights
With words that spice
These shaded nights
With quips in svelte
I unravel your swagger
In the haste of the moment
I buckle and stagger
With fingers that rove
‘cross the arc of my spine
With lips that slip
to where you can dine
With...
#erotic
#passion
#sexy
209 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2024 2:13pm
15th Oct 2024 2:13pm
The coral, in venue
Safe in the waters
the fodder of fish
The salt in the pail
The tang of the swish
The coral, in venue
The sharks in the den
The squid’s in there making
The ink for my pen
The ocean’s a parlour
The sands are amiss
The seashells are clapping
Immersed in their bliss
The waves are contesting
All flocked in a flair
The mists are all churning
A malt in the air
In a sea
in a revel
In the mark of a bloom
And the land in a bevel
the ocean,
a womb
the fodder of fish
The salt in the pail
The tang of the swish
The coral, in venue
The sharks in the den
The squid’s in there making
The ink for my pen
The ocean’s a parlour
The sands are amiss
The seashells are clapping
Immersed in their bliss
The waves are contesting
All flocked in a flair
The mists are all churning
A malt in the air
In a sea
in a revel
In the mark of a bloom
And the land in a bevel
the ocean,
a womb
#sea
#water
110 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Oct 2024 1:23pm
15th Oct 2024 1:23pm
Jaiden
You take a sip of pop and cringe as the fizz hits the back of your throat.
Once in a while you get the urge to try something new. Something spicy.
You brace yourself for the extraordinary,
prepare your palate for a new texture,
whether it be grit or mush.
Whole or crushed.
You sidestep and linger,
fingering the food on your plate.
You stab it with a fork—a million times
and linger some more.
It's the fear of the unknown.
It’s the weight of the challenge.
I've tried to push you to discover all that’s available...
Once in a while you get the urge to try something new. Something spicy.
You brace yourself for the extraordinary,
prepare your palate for a new texture,
whether it be grit or mush.
Whole or crushed.
You sidestep and linger,
fingering the food on your plate.
You stab it with a fork—a million times
and linger some more.
It's the fear of the unknown.
It’s the weight of the challenge.
I've tried to push you to discover all that’s available...
#LifeChangingMoment
109 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 3:52pm
13th Oct 2024 3:52pm
illa
She still has good days amidst the bad
loves kisses on the cheek and comforting hugs
she is brittle and pliant all at once
She’s not the glass of window panes
with a clear view to the inside
She is the glass of sun catchers
complex and multifaceted
Her cancer is all consuming but you wouldn’t know it. It’s almost as if she glances over it like a signature on some hassling renter’s final rent cheque as you watch him push his glasses down his bridge to signal his intention that he’s apt to come back later and collect his belongings. ...
loves kisses on the cheek and comforting hugs
she is brittle and pliant all at once
She’s not the glass of window panes
with a clear view to the inside
She is the glass of sun catchers
complex and multifaceted
Her cancer is all consuming but you wouldn’t know it. It’s almost as if she glances over it like a signature on some hassling renter’s final rent cheque as you watch him push his glasses down his bridge to signal his intention that he’s apt to come back later and collect his belongings. ...
#dark
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Oct 2024 2:29pm
12th Oct 2024 2:29pm
Spades of grit
For the shame of subtle, I blame only me
As I would not say things that set me free
The cryptic tides flowed o’er my head
As they lead me away with a single thread
I’m blindly tasked with collecting crumbs
But they’ve spawned a whirl of feeling numb
I relent,
I’ve spent too much time collecting
I pleasure in the measure of time neglecting
I wander in hopes of finding my way
But these trees above just bend and sway
They cross my path; I find another
But they choke my ascension
They blind and smother ...
As I would not say things that set me free
The cryptic tides flowed o’er my head
As they lead me away with a single thread
I’m blindly tasked with collecting crumbs
But they’ve spawned a whirl of feeling numb
I relent,
I’ve spent too much time collecting
I pleasure in the measure of time neglecting
I wander in hopes of finding my way
But these trees above just bend and sway
They cross my path; I find another
But they choke my ascension
They blind and smother ...
#LifeChangingMoment
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Oct 2024 2:32pm
11th Oct 2024 2:32pm
In sable and dusk
Years ago, darkness lit my oath
I was enticed
I was easy pickings
Where nightmares are collisions in the void
of dark versus light
the thunderous smite
of a demon in lecture
Where listening is chaos flaking from dirtied hands
Nothing leaks crimson like a battered sparrow
flying straight into a window
writhing in his skin
exposed
and
vulnerable
A demon crosses the matrix,
to withdraw the sparrow from authenticity
To cease to be visible in a tidy world
To inject war from...
I was enticed
I was easy pickings
Where nightmares are collisions in the void
of dark versus light
the thunderous smite
of a demon in lecture
Where listening is chaos flaking from dirtied hands
Nothing leaks crimson like a battered sparrow
flying straight into a window
writhing in his skin
exposed
and
vulnerable
A demon crosses the matrix,
to withdraw the sparrow from authenticity
To cease to be visible in a tidy world
To inject war from...
#dark
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Oct 2024 3:11am
10th Oct 2024 3:11am
The Totem
I’ve tread a thousand miles
unfaltering,
narrating my passage
in bleak riddles
where the wildwood resin is agleam
but there’s a thicket across my tremble
where tangles bind my hands
strangles my tone
smothering bone
The wrath of the labyrinthine
sullies the flow of thought
choking my spirit
in the midst of a tempest of perplexity
Though, in its visceral misbehaving, stood I—
the thistle
with a bend in my spine
where there’s potency in abscess
Keepers of the torrent
Feed me a...
unfaltering,
narrating my passage
in bleak riddles
where the wildwood resin is agleam
but there’s a thicket across my tremble
where tangles bind my hands
strangles my tone
smothering bone
The wrath of the labyrinthine
sullies the flow of thought
choking my spirit
in the midst of a tempest of perplexity
Though, in its visceral misbehaving, stood I—
the thistle
with a bend in my spine
where there’s potency in abscess
Keepers of the torrent
Feed me a...
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
113 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Oct 2024 2:45am
9th Oct 2024 2:45am
Poetry of ravens
The raven gossips,
your body is fermenting,
—calls to his brother
decorates your soul with an empty stomach
Predatory culture snips the lines of order
keeping the duo dancing to the tune of lament
One misstep and the eagle will lay claim to what the ravens have pilfered
In the folds, they have versions of dissection
They’ll strip a clean bowel for you
Preachers can’t teach the scavengers about scurry.
Or about fury and wingspan.
About enrol over dole—
throwing poise of idyllic guard into discern ...
your body is fermenting,
—calls to his brother
decorates your soul with an empty stomach
Predatory culture snips the lines of order
keeping the duo dancing to the tune of lament
One misstep and the eagle will lay claim to what the ravens have pilfered
In the folds, they have versions of dissection
They’ll strip a clean bowel for you
Preachers can’t teach the scavengers about scurry.
Or about fury and wingspan.
About enrol over dole—
throwing poise of idyllic guard into discern ...
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Oct 2024 1:20pm
8th Oct 2024 1:20pm
Twilight’s Ouija — with Adagio
to soothe your beast as your soul sinks
into the asphalt of emptiness,
listening,
as the city lights create a false illusion
of calm notes
of seduction,
fading
into a hypnotic state of shadows
and death
as cold fingers touch
the Ouija
I was born to usher the spirits
to unlace their intention
to unbrace their ascension
from the confines of the occult
To slight is to wither
To heed is to deliver
the gains
through my veins
To riddle the tomb as it...
into the asphalt of emptiness,
listening,
as the city lights create a false illusion
of calm notes
of seduction,
fading
into a hypnotic state of shadows
and death
as cold fingers touch
the Ouija
I was born to usher the spirits
to unlace their intention
to unbrace their ascension
from the confines of the occult
To slight is to wither
To heed is to deliver
the gains
through my veins
To riddle the tomb as it...
#dark
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Oct 2024 10:26pm
7th Oct 2024 10:26pm
Vessel of spite
Finally emptied of noisome contemplation
held on to for forty plus years
Tears shed
Gears shred
Your words—
I understand why they corrupted
They were blistering
bristling
You were an emphatic vessel of spite
Yet, you would never raise your voice
Your words—
aired in subtle manipulations
calculated
scarring
You dressed your ice in cryptic spice
Where it would enshroud
then melt
Penetrating my essence
Rusting my self-image
I was never able to redeem my light
choked...
held on to for forty plus years
Tears shed
Gears shred
Your words—
I understand why they corrupted
They were blistering
bristling
You were an emphatic vessel of spite
Yet, you would never raise your voice
Your words—
aired in subtle manipulations
calculated
scarring
You dressed your ice in cryptic spice
Where it would enshroud
then melt
Penetrating my essence
Rusting my self-image
I was never able to redeem my light
choked...
#SelfReflection
102 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Oct 2024 1:58pm
6th Oct 2024 1:58pm
Atrophied in catastrophe
In mixed conscience,
the conscious continue
to toil
in the spoils
of division
Awaking on the road less travelled
to unravel the wisdom
lain in the footsteps of our rivals
Dust billows from oft trudges
through the mire
of doubt and perplexity
pacing the ego with a grief that lingers
of a lost world
The sweltering wick of our fire
smouldering
as we stand idly by as the hierarchy flourishes
The propaganda machine
stoking our fear
as we choke on their lies
Indifference despised ...
the conscious continue
to toil
in the spoils
of division
Awaking on the road less travelled
to unravel the wisdom
lain in the footsteps of our rivals
Dust billows from oft trudges
through the mire
of doubt and perplexity
pacing the ego with a grief that lingers
of a lost world
The sweltering wick of our fire
smouldering
as we stand idly by as the hierarchy flourishes
The propaganda machine
stoking our fear
as we choke on their lies
Indifference despised ...
#dark
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4 Comments
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