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.
Passion's Braille
Deep as the twilights bunting
so softly across my chest
with lips enchanté, haunting
the plumage of the genitalia
silencing me the widow's thorn
from the corset's boutique
raptures of my erotic soul
whispering passion's braille
captured by ethos in your eyes
requiem in the slumbering elegy
so softly across my chest
with lips enchanté, haunting
the plumage of the genitalia
silencing me the widow's thorn
from the corset's boutique
raptures of my erotic soul
whispering passion's braille
captured by ethos in your eyes
requiem in the slumbering elegy
#erotic
#spiritual
#love
184 reads
2 Comments
Shadow's Teardrop - with Crimson
As a teardrop makes the rain in a seance
twilight's moon I weep to count the stars
a minute in pantomime silent cotillion
in sleep as you sashay, taking steps
my life's shadow as a teardrop makes rain
your soul's caress touches my darkened ardor
weeps the need within and I sigh
it is too much and I am overcome
I am keen on colorful display
wanton with my approach, gentle with my answer
my craving peaks and I succumb to your gesture
it is the stillness of the moment that cries out
twilight's moon I weep to count the stars
a minute in pantomime silent cotillion
in sleep as you sashay, taking steps
my life's shadow as a teardrop makes rain
your soul's caress touches my darkened ardor
weeps the need within and I sigh
it is too much and I am overcome
I am keen on colorful display
wanton with my approach, gentle with my answer
my craving peaks and I succumb to your gesture
it is the stillness of the moment that cries out
#spiritual
#philosophical
162 reads
4 Comments
Unraveling The Skein
Attracted by the essence of green
unraveling the skein
as if a florentine veiling the grave
hemmed in by the staves
in the shallows of life's streams
now breathless you sleep
beneath nature's deceiver
and erogenous stone
amorous to the sequoia
and a pious moon
filling the air with prayer
listening to the widower's fair
from the macabre easy chair
attracted by the essence of green
unraveling the skein
unraveling the skein
as if a florentine veiling the grave
hemmed in by the staves
in the shallows of life's streams
now breathless you sleep
beneath nature's deceiver
and erogenous stone
amorous to the sequoia
and a pious moon
filling the air with prayer
listening to the widower's fair
from the macabre easy chair
attracted by the essence of green
unraveling the skein
#identity
#nature
#spiritual #philosophical
#spiritual #philosophical
170 reads
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Many Shadows Soirée - with Crimsin
Many shadows soirée, ending incognito,
beneath a naked cold moon's, paté,
longing for your metaphors.
Caressing your flesh neath my chest bone,
répondez s'il vous plaît, sweet stelleto
as tallow drips from Twilight's plate.
Baring your soul on the sheets
unbuttoned to the breasts
listening to the crickets translate.
Lured by the velvet obsidian oyster
unbound by the scarring pearl's fate
Screaming and I succumb to your charms
in the netherworld kept lest I speak of lust
sacred heart weeps for the girl's macabre ...
beneath a naked cold moon's, paté,
longing for your metaphors.
Caressing your flesh neath my chest bone,
répondez s'il vous plaît, sweet stelleto
as tallow drips from Twilight's plate.
Baring your soul on the sheets
unbuttoned to the breasts
listening to the crickets translate.
Lured by the velvet obsidian oyster
unbound by the scarring pearl's fate
Screaming and I succumb to your charms
in the netherworld kept lest I speak of lust
sacred heart weeps for the girl's macabre ...
#dark
#erotic
#collaboration
191 reads
4 Comments
Between Journal and Dream
You never know, for the longest time, even if you
second guess it. But are the thoughts worth it if your
life is an open book? Do you start from the ending to
the beginning, before the memories become dark
and the flesh sinning? Has life been an opera and
your fantasy an aria? Do your submissive delights
fall between the bedpost chained to your alter ego
as an erotic fantasy? Ripping out your soul between
a journal and a dream?
second guess it. But are the thoughts worth it if your
life is an open book? Do you start from the ending to
the beginning, before the memories become dark
and the flesh sinning? Has life been an opera and
your fantasy an aria? Do your submissive delights
fall between the bedpost chained to your alter ego
as an erotic fantasy? Ripping out your soul between
a journal and a dream?
#dark
#erotic
177 reads
4 Comments
Haunting, A Pale Voice
If a spirit isn't naked it has no soul,
haunting, as I touch a pale voice
of memories and fading swarms
as a shadow falls on the nicotine
behind the veil of hollow eyes
blushing a tallow orange
of unconditional love sworn
obsessed with a poetic ligature
inhaling a sweet caress
striking a Lucifer's coiled snake
as a shadow falls on the nicotine
haunting, as I touch a pale voice
of memories and fading swarms
as a shadow falls on the nicotine
behind the veil of hollow eyes
blushing a tallow orange
of unconditional love sworn
obsessed with a poetic ligature
inhaling a sweet caress
striking a Lucifer's coiled snake
as a shadow falls on the nicotine
#erotic
#spiritual
165 reads
0 Comments
Mana of Night Threads
In the silhouette of unspoken silence
grazing the mana of night threads
Descending Odyssey's spiral staircase
in the occult's lonely flowing lace
A velour of a shadow listening to winds
lusting the pulse of the widdershins
In death's anemic inuendoes
of exhibitionists flaunting aged skin
Touching twilight in a timeless sleep
of muted notes echoing the dead
Screaming from the garter's whalebones
scented between intimacy and alchemy
Scheming the solstice Macabre smile
in the silhouette of unspoken...
grazing the mana of night threads
Descending Odyssey's spiral staircase
in the occult's lonely flowing lace
A velour of a shadow listening to winds
lusting the pulse of the widdershins
In death's anemic inuendoes
of exhibitionists flaunting aged skin
Touching twilight in a timeless sleep
of muted notes echoing the dead
Screaming from the garter's whalebones
scented between intimacy and alchemy
Scheming the solstice Macabre smile
in the silhouette of unspoken...
#dark
#erotic
183 reads
2 Comments
Voices From the Gramophone
Seduced by shame's dark macabre
poetic intimacy with my quill's fob
With tortured hands of forbidden tomes
hearing voices from the gramophone
Lusting twilight's basket of opium figs
with a plum's note of a Cointreau jib
Boiling over stormy nights candelabra
in quarantines ominous silence alone
Of Mandarin leaves hanging from punjab
with to short a breath in monotone
Hearing voices from the gramophone
awakening to the raven's hobbler
poetic intimacy with my quill's fob
With tortured hands of forbidden tomes
hearing voices from the gramophone
Lusting twilight's basket of opium figs
with a plum's note of a Cointreau jib
Boiling over stormy nights candelabra
in quarantines ominous silence alone
Of Mandarin leaves hanging from punjab
with to short a breath in monotone
Hearing voices from the gramophone
awakening to the raven's hobbler
#dark
#erotic
#EdgarAllanPoe
291 reads
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Beneath The Barren Oak
#dark
#erotic
155 reads
4 Comments
Basket of Leaves
Crafting shillelagh and the weight of God
with the scent of moss and black oak
of prayers witnessing the winds
nearing the Autumn basket of leaves
finding the honey without the bees
to fall and melt to harps and graves
in thimble deep of nimble sleep
with the scent of moss and black oak
of prayers witnessing the winds
nearing the Autumn basket of leaves
finding the honey without the bees
to fall and melt to harps and graves
in thimble deep of nimble sleep
#inspirational
#nature
206 reads
1 Comment
Smote By The Ghost
#dark
#erotic
165 reads
0 Comments
Second Brain of Moses
Dancing own macabre flamingo
like "The Talented Mr. Ripley,"
hemorrhaging through the tongue
narcissistic schizophrenia, waiting,
the second brain of Moses
listening to the widows of the mind
in hibernation of the asylum
ossified grandiosity, no moral behavior
draining the winds from the trees
dancing own macabre flamingo
like "The Talented Mr. Ripley,"
hemorrhaging through the tongue
narcissistic schizophrenia, waiting,
the second brain of Moses
listening to the widows of the mind
in hibernation of the asylum
ossified grandiosity, no moral behavior
draining the winds from the trees
dancing own macabre flamingo
#lies
#corruption
#deception
197 reads
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