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.
Portals Of My Mind - with Deliabear
Acorns of memories have descended,
All around me with the tides of time.
In fields through portals of my mind
You were always my perfect daisy.
Serenading silence among
The ancient oak trees.
Now in meditation with nature
As musical winds caress.
The dangling leaves,
With the humming of the bees.
.
All around me with the tides of time.
In fields through portals of my mind
You were always my perfect daisy.
Serenading silence among
The ancient oak trees.
Now in meditation with nature
As musical winds caress.
The dangling leaves,
With the humming of the bees.
.
#nature
#spiritual
#sensual #collaboration
#sensual #collaboration
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Old Socks In An Acorn Of Memories
Forgetting about old socks
with shoestring knots
in an acorn of memories
hearing mom's acapella
Pasting it into an album
counting me a daisy of marigolds
in the shade of a lemonade tree
as bees play the harmonicas
Listening to winds carol
but the clock keeps on turning
forgetting about old socks
from my mind's lockbox
Now an old soul
with physics of knots
in an acorn of memories
of mom's acapella
with shoestring knots
in an acorn of memories
hearing mom's acapella
Pasting it into an album
counting me a daisy of marigolds
in the shade of a lemonade tree
as bees play the harmonicas
Listening to winds carol
but the clock keeps on turning
forgetting about old socks
from my mind's lockbox
Now an old soul
with physics of knots
in an acorn of memories
of mom's acapella
#philosophical
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Ghost Of Sleeping Angel
On a pillow bed of dreams
from a knapsack's carousel
coming in with the tides
of indigo aquamarine
rowing down Shenandoah
where ghosts of angels sleep
rolling over in the clover
a thimble full of rainbows
in Autumn's aquarium
before laying me down to pray
rowing down Shenandoah
where ghosts of angels sleep
from a knapsack's carousel
coming in with the tides
of indigo aquamarine
rowing down Shenandoah
where ghosts of angels sleep
rolling over in the clover
a thimble full of rainbows
in Autumn's aquarium
before laying me down to pray
rowing down Shenandoah
where ghosts of angels sleep
#philosophical
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Somewhere Over The Dunes
No time for the Luna moon
but who is counting planets
there is a star out my widow
twinkling in the dew
as your eyes fill my glass
with a smile waiting for me
in a distant galaxy
somewhere over the dunes
but who is counting planets
there is a star out my widow
twinkling in the dew
as your eyes fill my glass
with a smile waiting for me
in a distant galaxy
somewhere over the dunes
#love
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No Time For Poe
With no time for Poe
swallowed by the twinges
a face going to pale
with wings on hinges
of a butterflies sail
alone in my shell
chowder without a clam
whistling Omar Khayyam
as Old Dixie fell
with a haunting despair
flying up from hell
with wings on hinges
surrounded by finches
with no time for Poe
swallowed by the twinges
a face going to pale
with wings on hinges
of a butterflies sail
alone in my shell
chowder without a clam
whistling Omar Khayyam
as Old Dixie fell
with a haunting despair
flying up from hell
with wings on hinges
surrounded by finches
with no time for Poe
#dark
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Nature Of One's Soul
Listening to the mockingbird
in a gray-flannel suit.
From the labyrinth and grotto
of dark's metamorphosis
and whiskey's Southern Comfort.
I have known and loved monsters,
the grotesque and caretakers.
But the real evil lies within,
the nature of one's soul
and Order of Things.
in a gray-flannel suit.
From the labyrinth and grotto
of dark's metamorphosis
and whiskey's Southern Comfort.
I have known and loved monsters,
the grotesque and caretakers.
But the real evil lies within,
the nature of one's soul
and Order of Things.
#dark
300 reads
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The Minds Of Ancestors
Coquettishly conceived in fornication
with my sweet blood Rose, ingénue.
When the dark falls beyond the veil,
sanity's requiem to eternal damnation.
For a cripple old soul drowning in sorrows
that shadow the minds of ancestors.
Listening to the crows from Jericho,
flaying open the corpus of night's parfleche.
with my sweet blood Rose, ingénue.
When the dark falls beyond the veil,
sanity's requiem to eternal damnation.
For a cripple old soul drowning in sorrows
that shadow the minds of ancestors.
Listening to the crows from Jericho,
flaying open the corpus of night's parfleche.
#erotic
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Earth's Rising Patchouli
Whose thorns, swarming,
in a garden of the gnomes
gathering midnight roses
of seductive pheromones
and crème de cacao
Melting over your naked flesh
in my assayed spilled quarters
of death's lusting cotillion,
streaming, arms akimbo,
giving in to cognac.
From the earth's rising patchouli,
arousing my tongue's temptation,
making fancy with my Brandy
gathering midnight roses,
as she chills in her boozy.
in a garden of the gnomes
gathering midnight roses
of seductive pheromones
and crème de cacao
Melting over your naked flesh
in my assayed spilled quarters
of death's lusting cotillion,
streaming, arms akimbo,
giving in to cognac.
From the earth's rising patchouli,
arousing my tongue's temptation,
making fancy with my Brandy
gathering midnight roses,
as she chills in her boozy.
#dark
#erotic
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12 Degrees, Before Freezing
Cold in this studio,
sweet hypothermia
with rigor's cummerbund.
Curling around me coldly
misty shadow, touching.
Rising to the moonlight
a little death-chilling.
Laying me down
in a land of dreams,
spilling the skeins.
Naked in my darkest dreams
collaborating with 12 degrees,
before freezing.
sweet hypothermia
with rigor's cummerbund.
Curling around me coldly
misty shadow, touching.
Rising to the moonlight
a little death-chilling.
Laying me down
in a land of dreams,
spilling the skeins.
Naked in my darkest dreams
collaborating with 12 degrees,
before freezing.
#dark
#erotic
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Sleeping Pools Of Memories
Don't bleed for me scalpel of night
echo screaming through Goth
in old sleeping pools of memories
not falling far from the mother tree
sinking in Twilight's reaching arms
swallowed in hymns as vision fails
neath the veil, nearer bog to thee
cursing the dawn's woven limbs
as the worms charm my mind
echo screaming through Goth
in old sleeping pools of memories
not falling far from the mother tree
sinking in Twilight's reaching arms
swallowed in hymns as vision fails
neath the veil, nearer bog to thee
cursing the dawn's woven limbs
as the worms charm my mind
#dark
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Slow Boat To Gehenna
I have seen the Beast
my fawning Medina
of the skeleton's mane
death's waxed and waned
with no wiggle room
a cold dark malignancy
biologically profane
spawning embryos
playing Solitaire
on a slow boat to Gehenna
my fawning Medina
of the skeleton's mane
death's waxed and waned
with no wiggle room
a cold dark malignancy
biologically profane
spawning embryos
playing Solitaire
on a slow boat to Gehenna
#dark
#erotic
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Sweet Anesthesia

#dark
#erotic
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