Submissions by Layla
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2019 2:23am
9th Sep 2019 2:23am
Hold Me Still (In Your Shadow)
Dusk spreads its wings for the weeping
and
my fingers follow slow, quivering
gathering last of dew from leaves
under the Eucalyptus tree
you lean
aslant
to golden crescent
of the moon
metaphors drip from your tongue
trickling in my mouth
I drink every word drunk
in yesterday's wine
listening to songs of
your heartbeat before dawn
The ocean whines
tormented
at our feet
receding
to greet the salty kiss
of quivering lip...
and
my fingers follow slow, quivering
gathering last of dew from leaves
under the Eucalyptus tree
you lean
aslant
to golden crescent
of the moon
metaphors drip from your tongue
trickling in my mouth
I drink every word drunk
in yesterday's wine
listening to songs of
your heartbeat before dawn
The ocean whines
tormented
at our feet
receding
to greet the salty kiss
of quivering lip...
#love
#dreams
183 reads
19 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Aug 2019 5:32pm
27th Aug 2019 5:32pm
Some Days Are Longer Than Most Years
She Ransacked through the rubble
strewn, rusted, rancid in its glory
To weave remorse with autumn
leaves on her braille skin, but
The Rattan threads snaked, stalking
frayed memories grazing at her feet
To the fading light of a Rebel sun
restitutionary in its golden tears.
Hues of Redemption cascaded from
her cheeks to a familiar Rhapsody
A song, more ancient than time
Ripened on disfigured vines
Dripping Rivulets of fermented wine
on the Rosary chaining her wrists.
Waiting,...
strewn, rusted, rancid in its glory
To weave remorse with autumn
leaves on her braille skin, but
The Rattan threads snaked, stalking
frayed memories grazing at her feet
To the fading light of a Rebel sun
restitutionary in its golden tears.
Hues of Redemption cascaded from
her cheeks to a familiar Rhapsody
A song, more ancient than time
Ripened on disfigured vines
Dripping Rivulets of fermented wine
on the Rosary chaining her wrists.
Waiting,...
#regret
#LifeStruggles
#redemption
203 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2019 4:41pm
17th Aug 2019 4:41pm
Kismet
Synchronicity
of
solitude
spawns shadows
beneath winter’s moon
virginal snow
frosty crossroads;
a heart
splits into two.
of
solitude
spawns shadows
beneath winter’s moon
virginal snow
frosty crossroads;
a heart
splits into two.
#love
170 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Aug 2019 9:27pm
16th Aug 2019 9:27pm
Crashing In The Dark
Melancholia
Tangled hands
Mangled feet
Time
Standstill
Exhibit A
Stars
Scars
Constellations
On the skin
Dark, Darkness, Dark
Ignorance
Stumbles in stupidity;
Generation Z
Unwritten Poem # 1.1
Broken pencil
Torn paper
Silence
Deafening
Tangled hands
Mangled feet
Time
Standstill
Exhibit A
Stars
Scars
Constellations
On the skin
Dark, Darkness, Dark
Ignorance
Stumbles in stupidity;
Generation Z
Unwritten Poem # 1.1
Broken pencil
Torn paper
Silence
Deafening
#sadness
#dark
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
109 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
17th Jul 2019 1:33am
17th Jul 2019 1:33am
The Rising Star
(i)
Life
Absurd
Ruthless
Paradoxical
Mocking every breath
Inhaled and exhaled, in its blasphemy
Temperamental and unpredictable
Like shifting winds, rifting the clouds
Fraught with thunder and lightening
Marring mortals into monsters
Aimless, restless
Seeking shelter in the bosom of the earth
Birthing stories.
(ii)
There are stories
Of stories
Black and white with a hint of grey
Shadowing the hand written
Cast in stone
Rolling down rocky mountains
Becoming...
Life
Absurd
Ruthless
Paradoxical
Mocking every breath
Inhaled and exhaled, in its blasphemy
Temperamental and unpredictable
Like shifting winds, rifting the clouds
Fraught with thunder and lightening
Marring mortals into monsters
Aimless, restless
Seeking shelter in the bosom of the earth
Birthing stories.
(ii)
There are stories
Of stories
Black and white with a hint of grey
Shadowing the hand written
Cast in stone
Rolling down rocky mountains
Becoming...
#lies
#betrayal
#bullying #hypocrisy
#bullying #hypocrisy
170 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Jul 2019 4:50am
14th Jul 2019 4:50am
Spinning Broken Records
Rumors On Fire
They couldn’t
Unhear.. the heard
Unlearn.. the learned
Crucifying
The witch
At
Axis;
Instead
I rose like phoenix
From ashes.
New And Improved “Poem”
Dotted the comma;
Into semicolon
Thundering title
Unbreaking line-
Breaks
Shifting stanzas
up
down
around
Reinventing
Old as new
again.
Crossroads
It was never
My intention
To go this far
From myself
...
They couldn’t
Unhear.. the heard
Unlearn.. the learned
Crucifying
The witch
At
Axis;
Instead
I rose like phoenix
From ashes.
New And Improved “Poem”
Dotted the comma;
Into semicolon
Thundering title
Unbreaking line-
Breaks
Shifting stanzas
up
down
around
Reinventing
Old as new
again.
Crossroads
It was never
My intention
To go this far
From myself
...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
162 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2019 6:18am
12th Jul 2019 6:18am
The Present Will Always Bow To The Past
Time Is An Illusion
Endless
begins at the end
coiling itself backwards
from lesser to less.
The Wait
Seven soggy springs
Asleep on one side of bed
sinking ocean’s deep, waiting, for
An apology which never came.
The Farmer
You plowed digging
Layer by layer for my heart
Beneath each sheet
There was another skin
Dogeared: alabaster, untouched.
Still-Life
The snail glided softly
Slowly in blackest of black
Glistening iridescent path, bridging ...
Endless
begins at the end
coiling itself backwards
from lesser to less.
The Wait
Seven soggy springs
Asleep on one side of bed
sinking ocean’s deep, waiting, for
An apology which never came.
The Farmer
You plowed digging
Layer by layer for my heart
Beneath each sheet
There was another skin
Dogeared: alabaster, untouched.
Still-Life
The snail glided softly
Slowly in blackest of black
Glistening iridescent path, bridging ...
#LifeCycle
#metaphor
123 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jul 2019 8:07pm
5th Jul 2019 8:07pm
Scenes From A Laundromat
3:01pm.
Sunless summer
crawled in the womb of afternoon
gathering clouds by the yoke to devil’s tune.
Brooding slurs, humdrum'd whimpers
rolled in irony, roiling thespian tragedy of
a change coming.
3:17pm.
The washers
twitched in methodical righteousness
agitating right, left
right of streaked pane
green neon light flashing
Cus omer’s Only, t silent
-ly spinning with sins of mortality.
Unwiser than infancy
fools of immortality
helical helix
entwined in vain ...
Sunless summer
crawled in the womb of afternoon
gathering clouds by the yoke to devil’s tune.
Brooding slurs, humdrum'd whimpers
rolled in irony, roiling thespian tragedy of
a change coming.
3:17pm.
The washers
twitched in methodical righteousness
agitating right, left
right of streaked pane
green neon light flashing
Cus omer’s Only, t silent
-ly spinning with sins of mortality.
Unwiser than infancy
fools of immortality
helical helix
entwined in vain ...
#philosophical
204 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jun 2019 10:17pm
28th Jun 2019 10:17pm
The Skin Remembers
I dream of the weather
on my skin
when you lay on top of it
thick like molasses
sweet and salty
jealous in its cravings
over the echoing sea
knotted waves
rise and fall
in
gravity of dreams
touching warmth of the sun
through eye of the storm
then
plummeting
into coolness of the moon
between the sheets.
The bruised scent
of our sex
lingers between fingertips ...
on my skin
when you lay on top of it
thick like molasses
sweet and salty
jealous in its cravings
over the echoing sea
knotted waves
rise and fall
in
gravity of dreams
touching warmth of the sun
through eye of the storm
then
plummeting
into coolness of the moon
between the sheets.
The bruised scent
of our sex
lingers between fingertips ...
#sadness
#love
#IMissYou
219 reads
23 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jun 2019 1:19am
18th Jun 2019 1:19am
Patterns
Reversible Stitch—There is some kind of beautiful in traditions and patterns mimicking time and space; the placidity of tranquility, stepping forward blindly. Relinquishing fears and ties governed solely by senses.
In the shadow of the fig tree I learned to whisper softly and the art of pouring tea; knees bent slightly barely revealing the blossoming curves, blushing tint unraveling the soft skein.
A drop of nectar from ripened figs drips on my braided midnight hair, missing a loop—
Back Stitch—I hear my father call my name stamping into the thick dishrag night sky, twisting...
In the shadow of the fig tree I learned to whisper softly and the art of pouring tea; knees bent slightly barely revealing the blossoming curves, blushing tint unraveling the soft skein.
A drop of nectar from ripened figs drips on my braided midnight hair, missing a loop—
Back Stitch—I hear my father call my name stamping into the thick dishrag night sky, twisting...
#sadness
#love
#childhood #memories
#childhood #memories
365 reads
21 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2019 00:17am
26th Feb 2019 00:17am
Muse of Twilight: Where Art Thou?
Sylph-
like shadow
beguiles the velvet shades
murmuring vespers in the book of twilight
swirling soft plumes
of
Frankincense
weeping from saffron veins;
I search for my muse in vain
in the third
eye.
like shadow
beguiles the velvet shades
murmuring vespers in the book of twilight
swirling soft plumes
of
Frankincense
weeping from saffron veins;
I search for my muse in vain
in the third
eye.
#night
#shadows
#insomnia #art
#insomnia #art
175 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2019 00:55am
25th Feb 2019 00:55am
History of Violence
.. And so it began
When a tree fell in the forest
Punctuating the language
O’ Irony!
Woe to me
Silence misunderstood.
When a tree fell in the forest
Punctuating the language
O’ Irony!
Woe to me
Silence misunderstood.
#relationships
#conflict
#silence #PowerOfWords
#silence #PowerOfWords
125 reads
6 Comments
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