Submissions by PaleSkies
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Been writing for years. I love raw humor or dark. At times I overcook my words but that's what I do. The dark cannot hurt you unless you are drowning in emotions.
Cursing Bird
Spawning the feckless twilight pâté
a glacé, chilling pale embryos
with creme fétiche of pickle herring
devoured by the cursing bird
breathlessly unchained
cracking the rosary
in dark's cold codicil
a glacé, chilling pale embryos
with creme fétiche of pickle herring
devoured by the cursing bird
breathlessly unchained
cracking the rosary
in dark's cold codicil
#dark
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A Thousand Shriving Midnights
#dark
#erotic
177 reads
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What's In a Name
Listening to the thumping pulse
with two fingers of redeye
dragging the chains of cocaine
of my mind's what's in a name
hanging the convulsing bones
shriving beneath the stones
packing it in sweet nicotine
in the shade of dark academia
as the corpse of the twilight fades
drying on the clinging vine
suffering the goblins
of my mind's what's in a name
with two fingers of redeye
dragging the chains of cocaine
of my mind's what's in a name
hanging the convulsing bones
shriving beneath the stones
packing it in sweet nicotine
in the shade of dark academia
as the corpse of the twilight fades
drying on the clinging vine
suffering the goblins
of my mind's what's in a name
#dark
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Sharpened Tongue
With the blade of a sharpened tongue
mother maid bury my plume rouillée
as the rivers of twilight pass beyond
a hallowed guillotine of dark obscenity
biting off more than it can chew
a dauphine we have in my malaise
of gothic ambidextrous swinging my song
mother maid bury my plume rouillée
as the rivers of twilight pass beyond
a hallowed guillotine of dark obscenity
biting off more than it can chew
a dauphine we have in my malaise
of gothic ambidextrous swinging my song
#dark
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Smoothie Creeping
From the dark side of the solstice
silence whispering, souls weeping
fathoms deep, twilight seeking
tasteless old smoothie creeping
a cold poultice for my mind
silence whispering, souls weeping
fathoms deep, twilight seeking
tasteless old smoothie creeping
a cold poultice for my mind
#dark
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Hearing Mom Speaking
You don't know me well, but I can hear my Mom
speaking out of the dust and through her accordion's
cocoon. Echoing her crying as if her corpse hung the
twilight beneath Raven's cuttlebone as she skipped
the soft shoe. Listening to her bones cackle waiting
for a kiss from the devil's piper and then the dark's
polka, squeezing her accordion squeezy, making it easy.
speaking out of the dust and through her accordion's
cocoon. Echoing her crying as if her corpse hung the
twilight beneath Raven's cuttlebone as she skipped
the soft shoe. Listening to her bones cackle waiting
for a kiss from the devil's piper and then the dark's
polka, squeezing her accordion squeezy, making it easy.
#dark
159 reads
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Cheetahs Chasing Pale Zebras
Across the forehead of my mind
cheetahs chasing pale zebras
Twinkle twinkle white dwarfs
twilight dying a thousand tides
Beneath the moon's concubine
in deep tides and wastelands
Whispering winter's cold poultice
cheetahs chasing pale zebras
cheetahs chasing pale zebras
Twinkle twinkle white dwarfs
twilight dying a thousand tides
Beneath the moon's concubine
in deep tides and wastelands
Whispering winter's cold poultice
cheetahs chasing pale zebras
#dark
#scary
#nightmares
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Ears Become Larger
As you age.
Your toupee gets the mange
and shrinks on your head.
Your eyebrows grow longer
and your ears become larger.
Needing a Weed Eater to trim
the hair in your nose.
You mistake Preparation H
for toothpaste and nothing
taste the same.
Your varicose veins
have become inflamed
and you can't find the fire extinguisher.
...
Your toupee gets the mange
and shrinks on your head.
Your eyebrows grow longer
and your ears become larger.
Needing a Weed Eater to trim
the hair in your nose.
You mistake Preparation H
for toothpaste and nothing
taste the same.
Your varicose veins
have become inflamed
and you can't find the fire extinguisher.
...
#philosophical
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Naked in Deuces
Naked in deuces, my wild suit. Losing my sanity
in the shadows of a marauding galloping gastropod
creeping, thinking it was a bottle of Grey Goose
chilling. I don't cotton to window shades of the
mind's inner sanctum deep within my synopsis of
certainty where the quill describes my character.
Where there is Ouzo there is macabre and where
there are mirrors there are cracks in Twilight's
interlude. How sweet the lips of your aria in falsetto,
awakening my senses smelling your embryos of
Mozzarella, in Macedonia....
in the shadows of a marauding galloping gastropod
creeping, thinking it was a bottle of Grey Goose
chilling. I don't cotton to window shades of the
mind's inner sanctum deep within my synopsis of
certainty where the quill describes my character.
Where there is Ouzo there is macabre and where
there are mirrors there are cracks in Twilight's
interlude. How sweet the lips of your aria in falsetto,
awakening my senses smelling your embryos of
Mozzarella, in Macedonia....
#dark
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Dark Aquarius, Tetanus Lockjaw
Then, there was nothingness in my abomination.
From the cornice of my mind. Dark's Aquarius,
Tetanus Lockjaw. Without a jigger of gin to spill.
Unemotionally smitten by the signs of the Str8 on
the Ouija including pigs and stones. "Grandmom,
what big eyes you have!" Better to salivate, than to
bone the old crone. Listening to the Wooly Bully
pounding the ground. Running the gauntlet of
Twilight's cleft jaw. Beneath the omelet moon
winging through the door. Wagging my truncheon as
Mr. Sandman brings me a dream of a ham...
From the cornice of my mind. Dark's Aquarius,
Tetanus Lockjaw. Without a jigger of gin to spill.
Unemotionally smitten by the signs of the Str8 on
the Ouija including pigs and stones. "Grandmom,
what big eyes you have!" Better to salivate, than to
bone the old crone. Listening to the Wooly Bully
pounding the ground. Running the gauntlet of
Twilight's cleft jaw. Beneath the omelet moon
winging through the door. Wagging my truncheon as
Mr. Sandman brings me a dream of a ham...
#dark
195 reads
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Listening To Old Ned
Taking refuge beneath my bed
of memories and widow threads
frosted wooding of the pinheads
listening to whispers of Old Ned
waiting for the sparrow aforesaid
to open the door to Heaven's shed
listening to whispers of Old Ned
taking refuge beneath my bed
breaking the devil's leg
of memories and widow threads
frosted wooding of the pinheads
listening to whispers of Old Ned
waiting for the sparrow aforesaid
to open the door to Heaven's shed
listening to whispers of Old Ned
taking refuge beneath my bed
breaking the devil's leg
#spiritual
#philosophical
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Moonlit Vespers - with Deliabear
As twilight's shadows dance an agile arabesque
In nature's moonlit vespers with painted rainbows.
Eloquently pirouetting beneath the weeping willow
as theologians mingle in the church of birch trees.
The perfume of berries' pleasure sleeps,
upon the pillow of the forest floor in
nature's pine-scented copse.
Listening contently to the silence of sensuality
in Autumn's wicker basket as twilight's shadows
dance an agile arabesque.
In nature's moonlit vespers with painted rainbows.
Eloquently pirouetting beneath the weeping willow
as theologians mingle in the church of birch trees.
The perfume of berries' pleasure sleeps,
upon the pillow of the forest floor in
nature's pine-scented copse.
Listening contently to the silence of sensuality
in Autumn's wicker basket as twilight's shadows
dance an agile arabesque.
#inspirational
#nature
#collaboration
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