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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
12th May 2023 2:32pm
12th May 2023 2:32pm
Ampoule of Intoxication
With an ampoule of intoxication
lusting eyes with wanton hands,
upon my stash of morsel flesh.
In Twilight's apothecary, dreaming,
poetic addiction, sweet Opium
of revelation, and hallucinations.
Washing away scabrous shards,
on the insanities periphery
with an ampoule of intoxication.
lusting eyes with wanton hands,
upon my stash of morsel flesh.
In Twilight's apothecary, dreaming,
poetic addiction, sweet Opium
of revelation, and hallucinations.
Washing away scabrous shards,
on the insanities periphery
with an ampoule of intoxication.
#dark
#erotic
87 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2023 8:36pm
11th May 2023 8:36pm
On Wings of A Clarion
One crowded twilight on the wings of a clarion
with the sound of a fife taking flight,
trumpeting, a call to battle.
Rallying the angels as they stand upright
against fellow man, who knows not to die.
Casting a shadow over Shiloh
as the swallows cry,
one crowded twilight on the wings of a clarion.
with the sound of a fife taking flight,
trumpeting, a call to battle.
Rallying the angels as they stand upright
against fellow man, who knows not to die.
Casting a shadow over Shiloh
as the swallows cry,
one crowded twilight on the wings of a clarion.
#philosophical
53 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th May 2023 6:10pm
11th May 2023 6:10pm
Still Water of My Soul
Never lost in the twilight as long as I have a soul
the ghost of memories listening to the pulse
of nature's winds measuring man
at peace with the epiphany in the trees
as the herons return to the ponds
of still waters
with no discrimination of the rushing silence
preaching a sermon in the rising canes
calming the soothing spirits
the ghost of memories listening to the pulse
of nature's winds measuring man
at peace with the epiphany in the trees
as the herons return to the ponds
of still waters
with no discrimination of the rushing silence
preaching a sermon in the rising canes
calming the soothing spirits
#nature
#spiritual
#philosophical #sensual
#philosophical #sensual
76 reads
16 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th May 2023 7:21pm
8th May 2023 7:21pm
My Dark Manifold
In nature's paranoia among the trees
sweet Schizophrenia, buzzing with bees
listening to the haunting of the willows
in dialysis of memories among the dead
awakening to the silence in overdrive
rushing through my mind's manifold
hearing it in real-time in my head
sweet Schizophrenia, buzzing with bees
listening to the haunting of the willows
in dialysis of memories among the dead
awakening to the silence in overdrive
rushing through my mind's manifold
hearing it in real-time in my head
#dark
#evil
#shadows #ghosts
#shadows #ghosts
92 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th May 2023 8:46pm
5th May 2023 8:46pm
"Hello, Placenta!"
Speaking in translation, the mother tongue,
forever lost in the soul's gothic womb.
"Hello, Placenta!"
With the pale tallow of the candlestick, dripping,
in dark coagulation listening to the embryos,
wrapped in swaddling robes
Crawling through the Orthodox, a disco umbilical,
screaming, a nightmare is born. Congealing as if
wax. "Hello, Placenta!"
"Goodbye, blue sky."
forever lost in the soul's gothic womb.
"Hello, Placenta!"
With the pale tallow of the candlestick, dripping,
in dark coagulation listening to the embryos,
wrapped in swaddling robes
Crawling through the Orthodox, a disco umbilical,
screaming, a nightmare is born. Congealing as if
wax. "Hello, Placenta!"
"Goodbye, blue sky."
#dark
64 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th May 2023 3:03pm
4th May 2023 3:03pm
Devil Did That
The wind chimes are ringing, but there is no wind. The wind chimes have been dead, a long winter ago. It must be my imagination before my lobotomy took my shadow. As if my corpse was swallowed by hypocrisy in my mind's exodus. The blood of my words that inhabited my soul drips before me. Now scripting my silence but the voices are louder in my constricted throat, but my shadow defines me. Falling victim to the horrors behind the willows. The footsteps grow shallower on the staircase but the silence follows me to the water where I lay drowning in a puddle of tomorrows. The dowager's kiss took...
#dark
72 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd May 2023 4:05pm
2nd May 2023 4:05pm
Wearing Face
On a knife's edge dance, wearing face,
face of an angel, the beast unveiled,
willing her buffet for the feast
luting my virile cock, unbound,
mouth to mouth, biting down...
until the fish spawn
face of an angel, the beast unveiled,
willing her buffet for the feast
luting my virile cock, unbound,
mouth to mouth, biting down...
until the fish spawn
#dark
#erotic
79 reads
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2023 6:47pm
29th Apr 2023 6:47pm
Luring A Shadow
With a candle's halo
only ghosts understand
to mirror the living
luring a shadow to the window
of a butterfly in a kimono
dancing alone in loneliness
in a séance virtuoso
up a flight of stairs
away from pneumonia
in the company of the dead
only ghosts understand
to mirror the living
luring a shadow to the window
of a butterfly in a kimono
dancing alone in loneliness
in a séance virtuoso
up a flight of stairs
away from pneumonia
in the company of the dead
#spiritual
67 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2023 2:00pm
27th Apr 2023 2:00pm
Sing Me A song
I can see and feel with my inner eye
the magnificent beauty of nature,
crystal waters that I call home
and a well, l spent with coins
as a young boy.
"Ah, things ain't what they used to be,
from the north and south and east."
Now that my life has gone full circle,
a whisper grows closer to my impending
holding on to memories of days gone by,
listening to the old squeaking glider
sing me a song like an autoharp.
the magnificent beauty of nature,
crystal waters that I call home
and a well, l spent with coins
as a young boy.
"Ah, things ain't what they used to be,
from the north and south and east."
Now that my life has gone full circle,
a whisper grows closer to my impending
holding on to memories of days gone by,
listening to the old squeaking glider
sing me a song like an autoharp.
#SelfReflection
66 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Apr 2023 8:42pm
25th Apr 2023 8:42pm
The Grazing
Where the dead are grazing
chewing twilight's cud
weaning the worms
from the screaming birds
in shadows of the Willow
out of the body, free from loam
suffering from Hippocrates's gout
playing the recluse-speaking tongue
chewing twilight's cud
weaning the worms
from the screaming birds
in shadows of the Willow
out of the body, free from loam
suffering from Hippocrates's gout
playing the recluse-speaking tongue
#dark
75 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Apr 2023 00:17am
18th Apr 2023 00:17am
Waiting For Daddy
Cursed by mentula of dark's will
a twilight sabbatical yielding to quill
gathering the souls of antiquity
enraptured by the wings of death
of insanity's mutation gathering
in the labyrinth of my mind's creation
waiting for Daddy to tuck me in
a twilight sabbatical yielding to quill
gathering the souls of antiquity
enraptured by the wings of death
of insanity's mutation gathering
in the labyrinth of my mind's creation
waiting for Daddy to tuck me in
#dark
#gothic
88 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Apr 2023 6:30pm
16th Apr 2023 6:30pm
Of My Me
Beads of soul in dew raindrops
attracting flowers to the altar
upon dying eyes of Marigolds
and emotions to my heart
capturing the fragrance of death
in the twilight's broom
like dark shades of narcissism
swept into a silent butler
of my me...
I Vampire
attracting flowers to the altar
upon dying eyes of Marigolds
and emotions to my heart
capturing the fragrance of death
in the twilight's broom
like dark shades of narcissism
swept into a silent butler
of my me...
I Vampire
#vampires
85 reads
4 Comments
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