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.
Sliding Into Oblivion - with Her
Waiting for the cellphone vibration
before the commercials kick in
I have to ask myself
Who ate the frigging moth balls?
Where the hell is accountability?
What's up with all this frivolity?
Where the hell am I supposed to hang my hat now?
Listening to the garbage disposal growling
as the icemaker sounds like Tommyknockers
I have to ask myself
Where the hell is palatability?
What's up with all this incorrigibility?
I think I have tapeworms.
Where the hell did all the shopping malls go?
My kid thinks...
before the commercials kick in
I have to ask myself
Who ate the frigging moth balls?
Where the hell is accountability?
What's up with all this frivolity?
Where the hell am I supposed to hang my hat now?
Listening to the garbage disposal growling
as the icemaker sounds like Tommyknockers
I have to ask myself
Where the hell is palatability?
What's up with all this incorrigibility?
I think I have tapeworms.
Where the hell did all the shopping malls go?
My kid thinks...
#ignorance
#collaboration
191 reads
4 Comments
Still Waters
She left me in still waters, weeping,
soul and good shepherd, my wife,
heart and soul and now,
I have forgotten how to laugh
as the silence in the mirror
left me crying in the dark,
listening to her calling me...
telling me that she is lonely,
but I know that she watches me,
soul and good shepherd, my wife
soul and good shepherd, my wife,
heart and soul and now,
I have forgotten how to laugh
as the silence in the mirror
left me crying in the dark,
listening to her calling me...
telling me that she is lonely,
but I know that she watches me,
soul and good shepherd, my wife
#love
#spiritual
214 reads
4 Comments
Sense Of Addiction
With a sense of my addiction
naked latte in my mind's orgy
bringing chills to my soul
sweet dark's obscene
to caffeine's silent dripping
craving dark's origin
of a lustful-communion
with a sense of my addiction
naked latte in my mind's orgy
bringing chills to my soul
sweet dark's obscene
to caffeine's silent dripping
craving dark's origin
of a lustful-communion
with a sense of my addiction
#coffee
#honesty
#philosophical
226 reads
2 Comments
Stuck in Duluth
Of Madmen and Humpty Dumpty
sitting on a wall of broken embryos
with no time for the truth, but,
seeing Alice through the looking glass,
stuck in Duluth
No time for recollection, but a tattoo fits.
Wondering if Jesus has a sleeve of art or
is that hypocrisy?
Hermaphrodites in my mind's candy store,
dinosaurs and Cheetos playing the lotto
on a disconnected, not-so-smart cell phone,
masturbating to a picture of Dinah Shore
No pen nor candle among sodomites,
just a fleeting shadow of The Torah ...
sitting on a wall of broken embryos
with no time for the truth, but,
seeing Alice through the looking glass,
stuck in Duluth
No time for recollection, but a tattoo fits.
Wondering if Jesus has a sleeve of art or
is that hypocrisy?
Hermaphrodites in my mind's candy store,
dinosaurs and Cheetos playing the lotto
on a disconnected, not-so-smart cell phone,
masturbating to a picture of Dinah Shore
No pen nor candle among sodomites,
just a fleeting shadow of The Torah ...
#lies
#greed
#ignorance
#hypocrisy
#deception
213 reads
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Crossing Over Twilight
I am the mascara beyond shuffled eyes
blood in Spades in the crook of a shadow
and mascara's lipstick wearing stilettos
creasing the corpse's necro trousers
and bleeping heart in death's landau
crossing over twilight's winter garden
blood in Spades in the crook of a shadow
and mascara's lipstick wearing stilettos
creasing the corpse's necro trousers
and bleeping heart in death's landau
crossing over twilight's winter garden
#dark
206 reads
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Handmade Goth
Descending the lusting staircase
in negligee of handmade goth
with wings of gossamer strings
drowning me in begotten blue
boiling the billy to waltz my Matilda
through cracks peering at the ghost
with the sloe gin of my mind
to regain my swagger
with bonfires of your ashen eyes
on a canvas of twilight memories
dancing an ingenue's minuet
in the metamorphosis of Genesis
like a butterflies' paragon
drowning me in begotten blue
behind the rusting gate of life
in sheer negligee of handmade goth
in negligee of handmade goth
with wings of gossamer strings
drowning me in begotten blue
boiling the billy to waltz my Matilda
through cracks peering at the ghost
with the sloe gin of my mind
to regain my swagger
with bonfires of your ashen eyes
on a canvas of twilight memories
dancing an ingenue's minuet
in the metamorphosis of Genesis
like a butterflies' paragon
drowning me in begotten blue
behind the rusting gate of life
in sheer negligee of handmade goth
#dark
#erotic
#gothic
253 reads
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Thunder On The Wind
With thunder on the wind in my mind's macabre arena,
as the ashes of dragons battle my soul. Checkmating
my memories and the things in between with a fatal quill,
spilling life's ink. With metaphors in fields where I now lay
jousting with the pawns. Leaving the light switch on,
with thunder on the wind.
as the ashes of dragons battle my soul. Checkmating
my memories and the things in between with a fatal quill,
spilling life's ink. With metaphors in fields where I now lay
jousting with the pawns. Leaving the light switch on,
with thunder on the wind.
#dark
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Sweet Home Crematorium
Rising from the grave as if a ghost
with a corpse's addiction
the knave of the dark's asylum
with a malignant stalagmite
of a cock dripping semen red
touching the ogre of your bones
and pickled cold embryos
in, sweet home crematorium
with a corpse's addiction
the knave of the dark's asylum
with a malignant stalagmite
of a cock dripping semen red
touching the ogre of your bones
and pickled cold embryos
in, sweet home crematorium
#dark
#erotic
#death
228 reads
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Beneath The Croissant Moon
In twilight beneath the croissant moon
with a whispering essence of caffeine
silken as the widow's breasts
soothing emotions of my demons
addicted to the seams of dew
frosting the woods of the poon
as a bunting brings night wings
with a whispering essence of caffeine
in twilight beneath the croissant moon
with a whispering essence of caffeine
silken as the widow's breasts
soothing emotions of my demons
addicted to the seams of dew
frosting the woods of the poon
as a bunting brings night wings
with a whispering essence of caffeine
in twilight beneath the croissant moon
#dark
#erotic
212 reads
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My Now And Then
In meditation rocking my chair
before a breath of antiquity
and the widow of Dark calls.
With the spirits of Sauvignon
haunting, my now and then.
Silencing the monger of twilight
that bewitched my Zen.
Interrupting the flair
Inking the feather as I lyre.
before a breath of antiquity
and the widow of Dark calls.
With the spirits of Sauvignon
haunting, my now and then.
Silencing the monger of twilight
that bewitched my Zen.
Interrupting the flair
Inking the feather as I lyre.
#spiritual
225 reads
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Neath The Willow's Veil
Trailing the veil with tears
and memories of old times,
with a shadow of a kiss,
saying simply, "I love you."
Simply deeper with words,
with you in my arms, to share.
Classic and contemporary,
simply, my nightingale.
Feeling your shadow
neath the willow's veil.
As the boughs weep,
saying simply, "I love you."
and memories of old times,
with a shadow of a kiss,
saying simply, "I love you."
Simply deeper with words,
with you in my arms, to share.
Classic and contemporary,
simply, my nightingale.
Feeling your shadow
neath the willow's veil.
As the boughs weep,
saying simply, "I love you."
#love
#spiritual
#memories
196 reads
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Stranger In Disguise
They don't make friends like useta be
when the world was a safer place
and biology was about human behavior
now everyone is a stranger in disguise,
potatoes with eyes may be watching you
Now we are becoming the shadow people
a Smart Phone without common sense
afraid to walk at midnight beneath the stars
as hypocrites control the news and media
taking away The Pledge of Allegiance
Debit cards take the place of a quarter
a bottle of water is sold in jars
people live on the streets or in shelters
saying,...
when the world was a safer place
and biology was about human behavior
now everyone is a stranger in disguise,
potatoes with eyes may be watching you
Now we are becoming the shadow people
a Smart Phone without common sense
afraid to walk at midnight beneath the stars
as hypocrites control the news and media
taking away The Pledge of Allegiance
Debit cards take the place of a quarter
a bottle of water is sold in jars
people live on the streets or in shelters
saying,...
#corruption
#power
#politics
#freedom
#ignorance
216 reads
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