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.
Metamorphosis of Tongue
#dark
#erotic
214 reads
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Monticello, Echoing
Listening to the sounds of nature
and breath of the winds blow
over the Patriots at Monticello
buried with the acorns
with a windfall in words, I have seen it,
felt it and winged it, washing the green
with the falling rain
watching the genesis of a tree grow
and leaves convey the living Autumn
in nature's basket unfolding
over the Patriots at Monticello
buried with the acorns...echoing
and breath of the winds blow
over the Patriots at Monticello
buried with the acorns
with a windfall in words, I have seen it,
felt it and winged it, washing the green
with the falling rain
watching the genesis of a tree grow
and leaves convey the living Autumn
in nature's basket unfolding
over the Patriots at Monticello
buried with the acorns...echoing
#nature
#spiritual
#philosophical
139 reads
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Ace of Fools
Screaming, a little scream now cooling my jets.
Evocative kismet haunting aspersions. Upon my
tallow, of twilight's vanity from a narcissistic
decanter of Forget Me Nots, dripping. Of who is
sweeping her off her feet now as I molder in deep
silence. Sounding my urethra with "Cathy's Clown."
Tapping my cock's xylophone. Screaming, a little
scream, now cooling my jets. Feeling as If I'm a
celebrity.
Evocative kismet haunting aspersions. Upon my
tallow, of twilight's vanity from a narcissistic
decanter of Forget Me Nots, dripping. Of who is
sweeping her off her feet now as I molder in deep
silence. Sounding my urethra with "Cathy's Clown."
Tapping my cock's xylophone. Screaming, a little
scream, now cooling my jets. Feeling as If I'm a
celebrity.
#corruption
#ignorance
#deception
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Betrothed To The Dark
Betrothed to the dark side,
my innermost self, Welshman,
embracing one's soul, dressed
in Saks Fifth Avenue.
Often accompanied by an inquiry
in narcissistic transparency
by the insinuating hoodwinking fools.
Playing patty cake's inebriation,
as society gives them a pass.
Betrothed to the dark side,
my innermost self, Welshman.
my innermost self, Welshman,
embracing one's soul, dressed
in Saks Fifth Avenue.
Often accompanied by an inquiry
in narcissistic transparency
by the insinuating hoodwinking fools.
Playing patty cake's inebriation,
as society gives them a pass.
Betrothed to the dark side,
my innermost self, Welshman.
#philosophical
#responsibility
#passion
134 reads
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Haunting Fell Shadows
#dark
#erotic
176 reads
2 Comments
Naked Ambrosia
In my naked ambrosia's serenity
synchronizing pantomime dancing
whispering with token-stringed cello
unwinding treasures intimately
with Autumn's candlelit eyes
listening to the scattering leaves
as if chapters dreaming on my pillow
touching the flesh of corseted marigolds
reddening the lips of petals spent
in my naked ambrosia's serenity
synchronizing pantomime dancing
whispering with token-stringed cello
unwinding treasures intimately
with Autumn's candlelit eyes
listening to the scattering leaves
as if chapters dreaming on my pillow
touching the flesh of corseted marigolds
reddening the lips of petals spent
in my naked ambrosia's serenity
#nature
#philosophical
#erotic
178 reads
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Perishables
With pash for tallow, perishables
of the bones buried in the graves
faded sires aborted choirs of angels
through the snores of a jilted stiletto
dripping the wilted semen mellow
ransacked by the twilight listening to sins
withering the heath consumed by shadows
and the early frost miming the winds
of the widow's webbed corset
with pash for tallow, perishables
of the bones buried in the graves
of the bones buried in the graves
faded sires aborted choirs of angels
through the snores of a jilted stiletto
dripping the wilted semen mellow
ransacked by the twilight listening to sins
withering the heath consumed by shadows
and the early frost miming the winds
of the widow's webbed corset
with pash for tallow, perishables
of the bones buried in the graves
#dark
#erotic
141 reads
2 Comments
Between Crackers And A Minuet
What you may harbor in Budweiser beer
fitting it between crackers and a minuet
a long line to washed-out Muenster
canonized by a smoking good cheer
in my dark scribblings hills of beans
bypassing the Tums, something that I et
on the flip side of a planchette marionette
peeling its withered store-bought rind
raising a goose egg of nothing earned
it's a long line to washed-out Muenster
fitting it between crackers and a minuet
fitting it between crackers and a minuet
a long line to washed-out Muenster
canonized by a smoking good cheer
in my dark scribblings hills of beans
bypassing the Tums, something that I et
on the flip side of a planchette marionette
peeling its withered store-bought rind
raising a goose egg of nothing earned
it's a long line to washed-out Muenster
fitting it between crackers and a minuet
#ignorance
#philosophical
#deception
155 reads
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Holding Onto The Rails
With a pot lickers bouillon of ink and pale twilight.
Rising through the crust of my mind's chimney
spigot. Holding onto the rails. Quoting, "What I don't
know." Listening to the snail's acapella humming on
my gravestone, old soup bone. Waiting for the bug-
zapper's metronome to kiss me, thinking that I am a
flea.
Rising through the crust of my mind's chimney
spigot. Holding onto the rails. Quoting, "What I don't
know." Listening to the snail's acapella humming on
my gravestone, old soup bone. Waiting for the bug-
zapper's metronome to kiss me, thinking that I am a
flea.
#dark
#silence
#fate #ghosts
#fate #ghosts
164 reads
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Old Louder Horn
Lost in dialogue, the weight of twilight
getting my tootsies wet
the craze of the rat race
in conversation with the pillow
laced up in insomnia old louder horn
shuffling off to Buffalo
weary of death's little inuendoes
and the maddening Cujo of my pen
suffering no Ave Maria
laced up in insomnia old louder horn
getting my tootsies wet
the craze of the rat race
in conversation with the pillow
laced up in insomnia old louder horn
shuffling off to Buffalo
weary of death's little inuendoes
and the maddening Cujo of my pen
suffering no Ave Maria
laced up in insomnia old louder horn
#dark
148 reads
2 Comments
Beautiful As The Oracle
In silence comes emotions
the strings of the weeping cello
Haunting a twilight's melancholia
as the moon rains the echoes
Flaming crimson rust of fate
beneath glaciers of my tears
As a shadow awaits at the door
beautiful as the Oracle
the strings of the weeping cello
Haunting a twilight's melancholia
as the moon rains the echoes
Flaming crimson rust of fate
beneath glaciers of my tears
As a shadow awaits at the door
beautiful as the Oracle
#inspirational
#philosophical
162 reads
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The Grapes Ardor
Paths that I have taken are dreams I have known
into my foolish ears of memories haunting me
now trying to escape from my own shoes
lusting tongue with laces of pulsing rhapsodies
playing piccolo on my penis scepter
plucking the grapes ardor
into my foolish ears of memories haunting me
now trying to escape from my own shoes
lusting tongue with laces of pulsing rhapsodies
playing piccolo on my penis scepter
plucking the grapes ardor
#erotic
#philosophical
155 reads
1 Comment
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