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.
Knees of Autumn
Beneath the ashes of twilight and the bodice of
nature and symphony bees of the antiseptic rose
swooning petal expressions with the scented soul
as the soft winds blow through the gills of the trees
with the moon rising over the wheelwright and the
wooden hypnotic silence whispering inuendoes
swaying to the moon with shadows of butterflies
as nature holds onto the knees of Autumn
listening to the crickets do-si-do, and "Yippee-ki-yay"
nature and symphony bees of the antiseptic rose
swooning petal expressions with the scented soul
as the soft winds blow through the gills of the trees
with the moon rising over the wheelwright and the
wooden hypnotic silence whispering inuendoes
swaying to the moon with shadows of butterflies
as nature holds onto the knees of Autumn
listening to the crickets do-si-do, and "Yippee-ki-yay"
#inspirational
#nature
174 reads
4 Comments
Silent Flame
Sweet the caviar of your purse
the candle blushes silent flame
tasting the shadow from my quill
of the samurai's heckler
dripping ink's blood-red semen
as my tongue coats your oyster's pearl
with my dark mind's hari-kari
through the eyes of the gold koi
the candle blushes silent flame
tasting the shadow from my quill
of the samurai's heckler
dripping ink's blood-red semen
as my tongue coats your oyster's pearl
with my dark mind's hari-kari
through the eyes of the gold koi
#dark
#erotic
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Closer to The yaw
Deepest of the tides in ashen wave
like a hammer to my shallow grave
dark's obsession with the crow claw
with no cuttlebone for my stone
as the cardiac lay waste to my nave
away from the sun closer to the yaw
with no croutons of stale crumbs to clone
to hammer me deep into the unsaved
like a hammer to my shallow grave
dark's obsession with the crow claw
with no cuttlebone for my stone
as the cardiac lay waste to my nave
away from the sun closer to the yaw
with no croutons of stale crumbs to clone
to hammer me deep into the unsaved
#dark
#philosophical
145 reads
2 Comments
Sweet Little Lullabies
Sweet little lullabies haunt my grave as I curse
the rabbi, who rocked me a bunting, "Gone to get
a rabbit skin." Dropping me on my head with other
fish to fry as I crapped in my nappies with no teat
to seize with my frontal lobe teeth. Now all alone
in my box detoxing. Shaving my foreskin with a razor
and Burma Shave with songs from Myanmar. But!
I cut a rug in my new johnny coat gown rocking me
a bunting.
the rabbi, who rocked me a bunting, "Gone to get
a rabbit skin." Dropping me on my head with other
fish to fry as I crapped in my nappies with no teat
to seize with my frontal lobe teeth. Now all alone
in my box detoxing. Shaving my foreskin with a razor
and Burma Shave with songs from Myanmar. But!
I cut a rug in my new johnny coat gown rocking me
a bunting.
#dark
147 reads
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To My Doom, RSVP
..to my doom, to my doom
in nameless tomb
where demons feast
on death's Salisbury
listening to echoes scream
in this lost world of the woken
haven't yet learned to fly
where unwinged angels sleep
to my doom, to my doom...
RSVP
in nameless tomb
where demons feast
on death's Salisbury
listening to echoes scream
in this lost world of the woken
haven't yet learned to fly
where unwinged angels sleep
to my doom, to my doom...
RSVP
#dark
145 reads
2 Comments
Wingnuts
From the pen of a flea on the hair of my foggy
with a deep scent of, s'il vous plaît, ravishing my
aorta throbbing my veins stalking my soul touched
by the filaments of a narcissistic shadow of dark's
guillotine masturbating with its tongue as if a fig to
be hung from the jowls sadomasochistic maniac
unfiltered deloused but with a shade of deep purple
waiting on the Pharmacist to wind my wingnuts to
put Pinocchio's parts back together again
with a deep scent of, s'il vous plaît, ravishing my
aorta throbbing my veins stalking my soul touched
by the filaments of a narcissistic shadow of dark's
guillotine masturbating with its tongue as if a fig to
be hung from the jowls sadomasochistic maniac
unfiltered deloused but with a shade of deep purple
waiting on the Pharmacist to wind my wingnuts to
put Pinocchio's parts back together again
#dark
#erotic
136 reads
6 Comments
Corpse of a Cuckoo
Whispering in my ear lobotomy of my soul
as I pulsate the gathering of my embryos.
From a scented orgy impaled on your flesh
fingered by twilight dreams. Come to me
with verses turned yellow from bandages
at the inquest. Listening to the flies eulogize
the corpse of a cuckoo.
as I pulsate the gathering of my embryos.
From a scented orgy impaled on your flesh
fingered by twilight dreams. Come to me
with verses turned yellow from bandages
at the inquest. Listening to the flies eulogize
the corpse of a cuckoo.
#dark
#erotic
135 reads
2 Comments
Shadow of Pale
In a garden of stone mirrors of bones
and the devil's own frozen vasectomy
palming the face echoing ashes of Hell
your chatoyant green eyes are like jewels
dripping blood through a kaleidoscope
of memories ticking like a metronome
hemorrhaging twilight through a veil
where crimson blood flows wedding bells
seeking my blue lips gone to a shadow of pale
and the devil's own frozen vasectomy
palming the face echoing ashes of Hell
your chatoyant green eyes are like jewels
dripping blood through a kaleidoscope
of memories ticking like a metronome
hemorrhaging twilight through a veil
where crimson blood flows wedding bells
seeking my blue lips gone to a shadow of pale
#dark
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Avalanche of Broken Heart
No Harlequin romance of whispering shadows
collecting memories from the dark's portfolio.
Swallowing death's diphtheria of cold bones
I have known. Whiffing the silence of innuendoes,
lusting from the nave's grave wearing a garter of
buttons and bows. With kisses from a flaunting soul.
Touched by the bugaboo screaming, huddled around
a deep chalet, knocking on wood. But! no one is
there. Now an avalanche of a broken heart.
collecting memories from the dark's portfolio.
Swallowing death's diphtheria of cold bones
I have known. Whiffing the silence of innuendoes,
lusting from the nave's grave wearing a garter of
buttons and bows. With kisses from a flaunting soul.
Touched by the bugaboo screaming, huddled around
a deep chalet, knocking on wood. But! no one is
there. Now an avalanche of a broken heart.
#dark
#erotic
137 reads
2 Comments
Yesterday's Gognac
..of yesterday's Cognac
and green-eyed snifter
in her warmer cup
forever my Sandi
from pages of my heart
the milk of my soul
comes the teardrops
peeling the old label
of yesterday's Cognac
and green-eyed snifter
in her warmer cup
forever my Sandi
from pages of my heart
the milk of my soul
comes the teardrops
peeling the old label
of yesterday's Cognac
#memories
139 reads
2 Comments
Kite Dreaming
Listening to nature's silent anthologies
acey-deucey, two pairs, aces, and twos
Soaring a night sky in a kite's dream
touched by the wind beneath it's tail
Among the yardbird stars and berms
with no time for game's Backgammon
Tossing a ball of string into space
listening to nature's silent anthologies
acey-deucey, two pairs, aces, and twos
Soaring a night sky in a kite's dream
touched by the wind beneath it's tail
Among the yardbird stars and berms
with no time for game's Backgammon
Tossing a ball of string into space
listening to nature's silent anthologies
#inspirational
#philosophical
130 reads
4 Comments
Seductive Scent of Nude
..a seductive scent of nude
ashes of potpourri erotica
touching your lips, whistling,
brushing the soft notes,
in pale's twilight corset
over tongue, hum so blue
in acquiesce, clutching,
a seductive scent of nude
ashes of potpourri erotica
touching your lips, whistling,
brushing the soft notes,
in pale's twilight corset
over tongue, hum so blue
in acquiesce, clutching,
a seductive scent of nude
#erotic
242 reads
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