Submissions by PaleSkies
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
Today 3:04am
Today 3:04am
Chokin' Tokie In Poughkeepsie
Welcome to my twilight dark mandolin,
languoroushing in ecstasy, hearing voices
in Poughkeepsie, as my soul goes mute,
and the metaphors shake the bones
of my proclivities in Poughkeepsie,
squeegeeing my lusting tuning fork,
dripping a ravishing, Mama, done me wrong,
screaming my heartbreak, in Poughkeepsie,
bowling crows for Jesús, chokin' tokie.
languoroushing in ecstasy, hearing voices
in Poughkeepsie, as my soul goes mute,
and the metaphors shake the bones
of my proclivities in Poughkeepsie,
squeegeeing my lusting tuning fork,
dripping a ravishing, Mama, done me wrong,
screaming my heartbreak, in Poughkeepsie,
bowling crows for Jesús, chokin' tokie.
#dark
#vampires
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DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 10:21pm
Yesterday 10:21pm
Pale On The Shenandoah
In my gothic poetic melancholia, listening to the whispers
in my Shenandoah. From the graves of my ancestors,
picking crow, weeping cello. In my solemnity of madness.
As I lay me down to feast through the cobble street gates,
piquing blood's puree. The fluid of my being and milk
of essence. As we bond in the deep mahogany, my pale
countenance.
in my Shenandoah. From the graves of my ancestors,
picking crow, weeping cello. In my solemnity of madness.
As I lay me down to feast through the cobble street gates,
piquing blood's puree. The fluid of my being and milk
of essence. As we bond in the deep mahogany, my pale
countenance.
#dark
#vampires
33 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
Yesterday 4:28pm
Yesterday 4:28pm
Brushing The Moon
..in death coming close, brushing the moon,
my decaying corpse, to kissing my birth,
laying down playing dead, with my fate
touching my body, once the eyelids,
in life wearing masks over my genitals,
nothing to read, except for my obituary,
dust drifting over my face, brushing the moon,
translucent jellyfish
my decaying corpse, to kissing my birth,
laying down playing dead, with my fate
touching my body, once the eyelids,
in life wearing masks over my genitals,
nothing to read, except for my obituary,
dust drifting over my face, brushing the moon,
translucent jellyfish
#dark
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 4:57am
Yesterday 4:57am
This One's For You Mama, Hello!
Séances are for the dead, listening,
like you the dead are lonely,
they dance alone and cry
hungering for your voice
never invite a ghost to your séance,
unless you want to go insane,
ghost will attract others
like the Mad Hatter
set up a spiritual-friendly atmosphere,
a lava lamp or incense will do,
no need for a gun,
don't encourage smokeless tobacco
make sure the table is round and level,
never give them momentum to fall off,
maybe the music will...
like you the dead are lonely,
they dance alone and cry
hungering for your voice
never invite a ghost to your séance,
unless you want to go insane,
ghost will attract others
like the Mad Hatter
set up a spiritual-friendly atmosphere,
a lava lamp or incense will do,
no need for a gun,
don't encourage smokeless tobacco
make sure the table is round and level,
never give them momentum to fall off,
maybe the music will...
#spiritual
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DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 00:24am
Yesterday 00:24am
Demon Or God As Twilight Calls
From within the portcullis of my mind
as the Vampire hunger for quiche
grasping with fingers my gothic violin
my bow froze in your embrace
of death's torment watching you die
beyond the feral of my naked eyes
are you Demon or God as twilight calls
as nothing sleeps in that cellar ditch
with your lips closed stitched
in melancholia twilight's dark serenade
feeling the embers of your cold breasts
falling resin touched by teardrops
caressing the oyster in your abyss
as the Vampire hunger for quiche
grasping with fingers my gothic violin
my bow froze in your embrace
of death's torment watching you die
beyond the feral of my naked eyes
are you Demon or God as twilight calls
as nothing sleeps in that cellar ditch
with your lips closed stitched
in melancholia twilight's dark serenade
feeling the embers of your cold breasts
falling resin touched by teardrops
caressing the oyster in your abyss
#dark
#vampires
30 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Mar 2023 6:54pm
18th Mar 2023 6:54pm
Sad Movies
With the soul of the Vampire taking my hand,
a heart cold as stones. Sad movies,
make me cry, creeping with a fetid breath,
bathing in death's gothic twilight.
Return to me Annette Funicello.
Seeing you in my Schizophrenia.
Like a drug addiction feeling the rush burning,
within my lusting animalistic veins, dripping
poetic cyanide, feeling the deranged psycho,
rattling my cage.
As the hunger grows, twilight over your rest,
worthy of my taste for finger-licking breasts,
sad movies make me cry. ...
a heart cold as stones. Sad movies,
make me cry, creeping with a fetid breath,
bathing in death's gothic twilight.
Return to me Annette Funicello.
Seeing you in my Schizophrenia.
Like a drug addiction feeling the rush burning,
within my lusting animalistic veins, dripping
poetic cyanide, feeling the deranged psycho,
rattling my cage.
As the hunger grows, twilight over your rest,
worthy of my taste for finger-licking breasts,
sad movies make me cry. ...
#dark
40 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Mar 2023 3:41pm
18th Mar 2023 3:41pm
GumShue
It all started several months ago when I, Envious Gumshue, was given my pink slip at The Toadstool Inn restaurant. You would have thought that it would have come with lace, but it did get my attention. One has to understand, what "The Stool" lacked in etiquette, it made up for with chewing gum stuck beneath the tables. However, on first entering, you got the feeling of silence as if in meditation. Humming could be heard wafting in the pungent aroma of weeks-old bacon drippings. As if Gregorian chanters, roaches were smacking their gums, humming.
It all started at 6:00 am...
It all started at 6:00 am...
#funny
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Mar 2023 1:09am
18th Mar 2023 1:09am
Last Cock-Kicking Rodeo
#dark
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2023 5:51pm
17th Mar 2023 5:51pm
Looking For Winnie Pooh
In my nightmares playing voyeur to a monstrous dream of fornication
with my cross-circuit Winnie Pooh. Up the elbow of dark, grasping
old sidings of my peckerwood memories. Featuring a corpse
in a macabre negligee,
Caning my weaken effigy. Hearing the floorboards gasping, whispering
silence, to a minor quibble, Perhaps, the Burgomaster cleaving
my mind's mannequin bird nest, for an omelet and a piece of dried toast.
Then a chorus of applejack on wheels among the psychopathic garden gnomes.
Whistling Scooby-Doo, burying my bones in the...
with my cross-circuit Winnie Pooh. Up the elbow of dark, grasping
old sidings of my peckerwood memories. Featuring a corpse
in a macabre negligee,
Caning my weaken effigy. Hearing the floorboards gasping, whispering
silence, to a minor quibble, Perhaps, the Burgomaster cleaving
my mind's mannequin bird nest, for an omelet and a piece of dried toast.
Then a chorus of applejack on wheels among the psychopathic garden gnomes.
Whistling Scooby-Doo, burying my bones in the...
#dark
58 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2023 5:56am
17th Mar 2023 5:56am
Knocking Off The Edges
#dark
#erotic
28 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Mar 2023 1:07am
17th Mar 2023 1:07am
Romancing The Shenanigans
Try to remember the kind of September,"
of Insects leaping, my ogre fair, sweetening
my turnips. Romancing the shenanigans
of macabre's behavior and Crêpes Suzette.
Tasting the omelet of twilight's embryos,
died drowning. Falling to pieces in my arms,
touching your touring eyes in the tureen.
When I could have roux or Dinty Moore.
"Try to remember the kind of September,
then follow, follow, follow."
of Insects leaping, my ogre fair, sweetening
my turnips. Romancing the shenanigans
of macabre's behavior and Crêpes Suzette.
Tasting the omelet of twilight's embryos,
died drowning. Falling to pieces in my arms,
touching your touring eyes in the tureen.
When I could have roux or Dinty Moore.
"Try to remember the kind of September,
then follow, follow, follow."
#dark
49 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Mar 2023 8:01pm
16th Mar 2023 8:01pm
Rolling Thunder, In An Unquiet Grave
#dark
28 reads
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