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.
Becomes Taunt
As the shadow of twilight becomes taunt
with a poultice of the naked napalm
taunting memories in my mind's hatbox
haunting me speaking to my newlywed
in the tongue of the embryo's Serengeti
echoing from the fourposter bed
listening to my Modernismo
running with the hyenas
with a poultice of the naked napalm
taunting memories in my mind's hatbox
haunting me speaking to my newlywed
in the tongue of the embryo's Serengeti
echoing from the fourposter bed
listening to my Modernismo
running with the hyenas
#dark
#erotic
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Buffalo Gals
#dark
#erotic
198 reads
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Tongue of Sodom
In twilight's tongue of sodom
smelling salts of Cocaine
dressed in a bottle of Cognac
latching on to the blues train
from the labyrinth of my soul
dancing with Adagio
quarantined in Gomorrah
in slow tempo, how profane
smelling salts of Cocaine
dressed in a bottle of Cognac
latching on to the blues train
from the labyrinth of my soul
dancing with Adagio
quarantined in Gomorrah
in slow tempo, how profane
#erotic
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Wilted Bonnet
#dark
#erotic
158 reads
2 Comments
Tucked Into My Culottes
In Twilight's dark pocket clock
tucked into my culotte's
up to my chin's willy-nilly
and chained to my fob
listening to the winds ticking
against my mind's instigator
and the autumn moon's flock
of my macabre little fantasy
in Twilight's dark pocket clock
tucked into my culotte's
tucked into my culotte's
up to my chin's willy-nilly
and chained to my fob
listening to the winds ticking
against my mind's instigator
and the autumn moon's flock
of my macabre little fantasy
in Twilight's dark pocket clock
tucked into my culotte's
#dark
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In For A Penny
Dark's dossier with a scent of the macabre
on the back of madness and my cuckoo
filling the stocking of my gothic lore
with the orphans from the graves
screaming the heebie-jeebies
"What big Mason jars you have Grandpa!"
in for a penny, in for the entrails
on the back of madness and my cuckoo
filling the stocking of my gothic lore
with the orphans from the graves
screaming the heebie-jeebies
"What big Mason jars you have Grandpa!"
in for a penny, in for the entrails
#dark
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"Nuts Up"
#dark
#erotic
147 reads
4 Comments
Twilight Ricochet
Chasing the shadow of the twilight ricochet
listening to the chattering teeth of stones
stampeding cayuse with one shot of sachet
promenading across the widow's bones
on death's little bravado memento runway
with the silence of the ohms tones
in a shell of the roque oyster's grey
with an aria of the baritones
chasing the shadow of the twilight ricochet
listening to the chattering teeth of stones
stampeding cayuse with one shot of sachet
promenading across the widow's bones
on death's little bravado memento runway
with the silence of the ohms tones
in a shell of the roque oyster's grey
with an aria of the baritones
chasing the shadow of the twilight ricochet
#dark
214 reads
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Nature's Synonyms
In the spinal cords of nature
deep ends of still, motionless
like quiet winds of anxiety
blowing piccolo fantasia
as butterflies emphasize
Silently waiting, paralyzed
of mind's-soothing baubles
listening to the acorns
as they become trees
and synonyms grow leaves
deep ends of still, motionless
like quiet winds of anxiety
blowing piccolo fantasia
as butterflies emphasize
Silently waiting, paralyzed
of mind's-soothing baubles
listening to the acorns
as they become trees
and synonyms grow leaves
#inspirational
#nature
189 reads
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Death's Decoy
#dark
#erotic
140 reads
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Cusp of Silence
What is the world without Sticky Notes
pushing the envelope using a felt tip pen
dripping cider from the dark Fandango
on the cusp of silence to find the embryo
weighing down the night's larder
hanging from the garter
in twilight's dark woven taffeta forgotten,
unhinged, down corridors of my mind
shodden by the straps clogging
and the old pig iron rusted rind
followed by a screaming omelet
wearing stilettos
in the shadow of the polygamous widow
and Mother Superior's...
pushing the envelope using a felt tip pen
dripping cider from the dark Fandango
on the cusp of silence to find the embryo
weighing down the night's larder
hanging from the garter
in twilight's dark woven taffeta forgotten,
unhinged, down corridors of my mind
shodden by the straps clogging
and the old pig iron rusted rind
followed by a screaming omelet
wearing stilettos
in the shadow of the polygamous widow
and Mother Superior's...
#dark
#erotic
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Haunting, Point of View
Haunting, my point of view,
of the willow flaunting.
It's bunting from the bodice
and waisted petticoats.
From a deeper shade
of its shadow.
To makeshift graves
as dew locks the memories.
Of yesterday's corpses,
haunting, my point of view.
Listening to conversations,
with my tomorrow's.
of the willow flaunting.
It's bunting from the bodice
and waisted petticoats.
From a deeper shade
of its shadow.
To makeshift graves
as dew locks the memories.
Of yesterday's corpses,
haunting, my point of view.
Listening to conversations,
with my tomorrow's.
#philosophical
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