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.
It's The Steampunk I Dread
Into the mass of my insanity
a menagerie of crickets too far
eating the seat of my madness
and five fingers of quackery
it's the steampunk I dread
hotwired to my head
leaving my shadow in the shed
where the sidewalk ends
talking to the dead
a menagerie of crickets too far
eating the seat of my madness
and five fingers of quackery
it's the steampunk I dread
hotwired to my head
leaving my shadow in the shed
where the sidewalk ends
talking to the dead
#dark
#gothic
#steampunk
244 reads
3 Comments
No Time For Anarchy
In seance with a dried-out Sharpie
release me from the hypotenuse
of troubled squatters creeping
from my mind's slide onto obscurity
dripping the ink of dark's algorithms
from the keyboard of my Lenovo
and the mouse pad dearly departed
with no time for cheese or anarchy
in longhand screaming at my shadow...
in seance with a dried-out Sharpie
release me from the hypotenuse
of troubled squatters creeping
from my mind's slide onto obscurity
dripping the ink of dark's algorithms
from the keyboard of my Lenovo
and the mouse pad dearly departed
with no time for cheese or anarchy
in longhand screaming at my shadow...
in seance with a dried-out Sharpie
#dark
#fiction
#scary
188 reads
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Presumptuous Of My Pen's Epitome
The keeper of my shadow in escrow,
presumptuous of my pen's epitome.
No more bees, wildflowers, or words,
now footprints of places forgotten.
In the sand, washed away by the tides,
between the metaphors and the shoals.
In my solitude with a broken silk fan,
of nature's Hope Chest, dreaming.
Twilight's memorabilia, whispering
beneath the glass of fading neon light.
When we were discreetly ghosts,
and felt the pulse of the living.
presumptuous of my pen's epitome.
No more bees, wildflowers, or words,
now footprints of places forgotten.
In the sand, washed away by the tides,
between the metaphors and the shoals.
In my solitude with a broken silk fan,
of nature's Hope Chest, dreaming.
Twilight's memorabilia, whispering
beneath the glass of fading neon light.
When we were discreetly ghosts,
and felt the pulse of the living.
#romantic
#spiritual
#philosophical
167 reads
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Shortsheeted
Sock it to me baby, the time has expired
imprison me with the dark's umbilical cord
narcissistic rainbow of Chasity's insanity
by the grace of Sodom sweet little vignette
it ain't over until the bed gets wet.
welcoming me to my Rorschach
shortsheeted by my Mama
when she dropped me on my head
imprison me with the dark's umbilical cord
narcissistic rainbow of Chasity's insanity
by the grace of Sodom sweet little vignette
it ain't over until the bed gets wet.
welcoming me to my Rorschach
shortsheeted by my Mama
when she dropped me on my head
#dark
#erotic
158 reads
4 Comments
Haunting My Lenovo
#dark
#erotic
141 reads
4 Comments
Loosely Wound Fiddlestick
#dark
#erotic
165 reads
2 Comments
Beneath The Widow's Ashes
On the edge of sorrow I stood
beneath the widow's ashes,
in love's decapitation.
Dripping the marrow, tasting
her flesh's wilting cliche
and sweet labia majora.
From her jammies be-good,
no time for dialogue.
I listened to her screaming
for help from inside the jar.
Nailed to the floor,
beneath the widow's ashes.
Need I say anymore?
beneath the widow's ashes,
in love's decapitation.
Dripping the marrow, tasting
her flesh's wilting cliche
and sweet labia majora.
From her jammies be-good,
no time for dialogue.
I listened to her screaming
for help from inside the jar.
Nailed to the floor,
beneath the widow's ashes.
Need I say anymore?
#dark
#erotic
237 reads
1 Comment
Disguised in Hyperbole
Early winds of flying wings
fading twilight dawning sky
blossoming trees in cinema
of pale prose rising to a rose
from shins of nature's eye
disguised in hyperbole
fading twilight dawning sky
blossoming trees in cinema
of pale prose rising to a rose
from shins of nature's eye
disguised in hyperbole
#nature
187 reads
2 Comments
Schizophrenia's Acey-Deucey
With a shadow of one's creation, exhaling,
my schizophrenia's acey-deucey
walking my Halloweenie
looking through the fractured mirror
at my naked bones of tattered threads
observing a failing image of a pinned omen
neath the weight of dark mascara, breathing,
touched by the brush of the twilight's insanity
listening to the clogging crickets in stereo
and the muted horrors of being a shadow
of tone-deaf stones in an orchard screaming
guilty omens from the wretched Ouija
with frozen embryos crawling up my nose
at my...
my schizophrenia's acey-deucey
walking my Halloweenie
looking through the fractured mirror
at my naked bones of tattered threads
observing a failing image of a pinned omen
neath the weight of dark mascara, breathing,
touched by the brush of the twilight's insanity
listening to the clogging crickets in stereo
and the muted horrors of being a shadow
of tone-deaf stones in an orchard screaming
guilty omens from the wretched Ouija
with frozen embryos crawling up my nose
at my...
#dark
#gothic
#Halloween #scary
#Halloween #scary
272 reads
2 Comments
Coherent Words
#dark
#erotic
209 reads
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The Devil's Pencil
#dark
#erotic
151 reads
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Below The Window
Like magic after the dew
a frosty shade of winter
of snow, I remember
below the window
and the sky was blue
a frosty shade of winter
of snow, I remember
below the window
and the sky was blue
#memories
#philosophical
189 reads
4 Comments
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