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.
Touch of Goya
Hats off to the mania dressed in Polyester
with a touch of Goya lost in life's dark aquarium
no neon lights on the trampoline just shadows
on the wall gone fishing like a puffer fish dressed in
Polyester with a touch of Goya sinking into insanity
with a touch of Goya lost in life's dark aquarium
no neon lights on the trampoline just shadows
on the wall gone fishing like a puffer fish dressed in
Polyester with a touch of Goya sinking into insanity
#philosophical
#culture
#deception
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Argyle Leaves
With the scent of the Argyle leaves. Siphoning the
winds into nature's pail. Echoing The Wishing
Well. Listening. Following the shadows of falling
leaves. Watching the boughs of the Willows dance.
Listening to the sneeze of silence as the bees chant.
With the scent of the Argyle leaves. Siphoning the
winds into nature's pail.
winds into nature's pail. Echoing The Wishing
Well. Listening. Following the shadows of falling
leaves. Watching the boughs of the Willows dance.
Listening to the sneeze of silence as the bees chant.
With the scent of the Argyle leaves. Siphoning the
winds into nature's pail.
#nature
#philosophical
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Bee's Sneakers
From a little demitasse
with a broken handle
Listening to the bees
wearing sneakers
sipping tea
Counting metaphors
for Autumn on the rind
of dawn's Apple wine
Listening to the bees
the keepers with the key
with a broken handle
Listening to the bees
wearing sneakers
sipping tea
Counting metaphors
for Autumn on the rind
of dawn's Apple wine
Listening to the bees
the keepers with the key
#inspirational
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The Tuning Forks
Listening to the tuning forks
in nature's iteration of silence
of waters flowing to snow
as winter sires the winds
touched by the shadows
hovering above a dream
of the sleeping acorns
rising to the dawn
to become a tree
in nature's iteration of silence
of waters flowing to snow
as winter sires the winds
touched by the shadows
hovering above a dream
of the sleeping acorns
rising to the dawn
to become a tree
#inspirational
#nature
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Loose Handle
"I'm a little teapot," blah blah blah. You are also one
sick SOB. You ain't got the handle. It's loose when
you pour. Your legs are hairy, short, and stout, just
like Yosemite Sam. Get your sorry ass out from
under my gazebo. I ain't your Shogun. You are
traipsing a tightrope between tulips and insanity.
BTW. Is your real name Earl Gray?
sick SOB. You ain't got the handle. It's loose when
you pour. Your legs are hairy, short, and stout, just
like Yosemite Sam. Get your sorry ass out from
under my gazebo. I ain't your Shogun. You are
traipsing a tightrope between tulips and insanity.
BTW. Is your real name Earl Gray?
#corruption
#philosophical
#deception
122 reads
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Demented
Giving in to the falsetto. A scented scent of the
ambiguous vulva. Pinning the brooch with an open
chapter for the swine. Dripping the blood of wine
from the fuzzy navel. A sauce for the sadomasochist,
deboning the swan song of the widow's pale shell.
With the sweet tongue of the phallus's-hammer from
the archive's acapella screaming from loose leaves.
As the demented centipede turns pages looking over
the top of its Prince-Nez. Over the pines of the
widow's pillow as the semen of a piccolo whittles
insomnia's...
ambiguous vulva. Pinning the brooch with an open
chapter for the swine. Dripping the blood of wine
from the fuzzy navel. A sauce for the sadomasochist,
deboning the swan song of the widow's pale shell.
With the sweet tongue of the phallus's-hammer from
the archive's acapella screaming from loose leaves.
As the demented centipede turns pages looking over
the top of its Prince-Nez. Over the pines of the
widow's pillow as the semen of a piccolo whittles
insomnia's...
#dark
#erotic
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Now That I Am Blind
Touched by the carrion of despair
longing to climb the mountains
tasting the blood of oxygen
lusting the comfort of your arms
my sweet aphrodisiac
suffering fates decompression
of dark devouring my eyes
with thoughts never heard
now that I am blind
longing to climb the mountains
touched by the carrion of despair
longing to climb the mountains
tasting the blood of oxygen
lusting the comfort of your arms
my sweet aphrodisiac
suffering fates decompression
of dark devouring my eyes
with thoughts never heard
now that I am blind
longing to climb the mountains
touched by the carrion of despair
#dark
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Therefore I Am
I am, therefore I am me,
no other, " ego sum"
when I look in the mirror,
no one like me
to share the passion,
of a simple life
No puzzle, to muzzle
or parts to stumble,
therefore I am me,
with all parts equal
to share the passion,
of a simple life
no other, " ego sum"
when I look in the mirror,
no one like me
to share the passion,
of a simple life
No puzzle, to muzzle
or parts to stumble,
therefore I am me,
with all parts equal
to share the passion,
of a simple life
#identity
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You Took My Heart
#dark
#erotic
#gothic #seductive
#gothic #seductive
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A Quilted Haunted Veiling - with Crimsin
In Autumn's limbo, echoing,
upon a quilted haunted veiling
from the widow's cradle
of her green eyes
a hundred pails of widow's lace
from the willow's nest
within the bounds of seduction
the breath of whisper kiss
so sweet the dark
with feathers of the heart
from the pillow's down
casting a shadow of cello
within the bounds of seduction
a silence of twilight flowing
greedy need assails my senses
ravaged in the shadows of sin
destined to be your lover I succumb
in throes of passion a...
upon a quilted haunted veiling
from the widow's cradle
of her green eyes
a hundred pails of widow's lace
from the willow's nest
within the bounds of seduction
the breath of whisper kiss
so sweet the dark
with feathers of the heart
from the pillow's down
casting a shadow of cello
within the bounds of seduction
a silence of twilight flowing
greedy need assails my senses
ravaged in the shadows of sin
destined to be your lover I succumb
in throes of passion a...
#dark
#erotic
#collaboration #seductive
#collaboration #seductive
157 reads
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You Got Porn
#dark
#erotic
142 reads
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And Still
You are silent
and still
but I felt the teardrop
as you fell to another chore
and tides whispered
gone is the pale
forever to sail on Heaven's shore
and still
you are silent
and still
but I felt the teardrop
as you fell to another chore
and tides whispered
gone is the pale
forever to sail on Heaven's shore
and still
you are silent
#spiritual
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