Submissions by PurpuraBuho
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been wearing the ocean all day.
pact
When light no longer
rose to kiss me..."
my lips ached in the
shadows of demon wings.
the brilliance of
inspiration abandoned me,
leaving me
nothing to signify.
Only my own soulful lyrics
and the haunting melodies
of my fondest dreams
would woo the masses.
But I had sold my soul,
for a perfect set of vocal cords
that now hummed the
harmonies of my despair.
I slit my throat
letting my colors bleed and blend,
in a moment of perturbation,
angry at its inadequacies
I severed it, not...
rose to kiss me..."
my lips ached in the
shadows of demon wings.
the brilliance of
inspiration abandoned me,
leaving me
nothing to signify.
Only my own soulful lyrics
and the haunting melodies
of my fondest dreams
would woo the masses.
But I had sold my soul,
for a perfect set of vocal cords
that now hummed the
harmonies of my despair.
I slit my throat
letting my colors bleed and blend,
in a moment of perturbation,
angry at its inadequacies
I severed it, not...
#hell
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labyrinth
My soul is a kingdom
of unmapped mysteries
My mind the monarch
bigoted and decisive
My heart the citizenship
always rioting, making noise
All having one thing in common;
We were lost, children.
We wanted to be found.
So we decided to play hide and seek.
Stumbling deeper into the labyrinth.
of unmapped mysteries
My mind the monarch
bigoted and decisive
My heart the citizenship
always rioting, making noise
All having one thing in common;
We were lost, children.
We wanted to be found.
So we decided to play hide and seek.
Stumbling deeper into the labyrinth.
#FeelingLost
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she/I
Sitting in the luminosity of
the full-bellied moon
I see a reflection of myself
Who is she?
She who reflects.
The one who’s reaching
out her hand.
Does she reach out or does she pull in?
Does she look at me in the same sense?
An image so familiar.
A version from the archives.
Mirror image reflection.
Her stare causes
ripples in the water.
Words that falls into ink.
She wants to flow
where the current takes her.
Taken with the clouds,
where she falls like drops,
and can be the cause of ...
the full-bellied moon
I see a reflection of myself
Who is she?
She who reflects.
The one who’s reaching
out her hand.
Does she reach out or does she pull in?
Does she look at me in the same sense?
An image so familiar.
A version from the archives.
Mirror image reflection.
Her stare causes
ripples in the water.
Words that falls into ink.
She wants to flow
where the current takes her.
Taken with the clouds,
where she falls like drops,
and can be the cause of ...
#SelfReflection
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Merchant
Time had begun to dissolve into itself,
as shapeless as the rain.
They say time is a thief
he was not.
He was a merchant.
Today he sold me the exclusive;
early morning dawn
on fine-grained orange
a tempestuous blue canvas
staring me in the face.
steam floats above
my coffee cup like
a silver blanket.
I am still partly filled with
a dream mood as
my soul still wanders
between the images of my dreams.
Perhaps this little silent moment is
about an incomprehensible depth
that reveals eternal...
as shapeless as the rain.
They say time is a thief
he was not.
He was a merchant.
Today he sold me the exclusive;
early morning dawn
on fine-grained orange
a tempestuous blue canvas
staring me in the face.
steam floats above
my coffee cup like
a silver blanket.
I am still partly filled with
a dream mood as
my soul still wanders
between the images of my dreams.
Perhaps this little silent moment is
about an incomprehensible depth
that reveals eternal...
#happiness
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slide
sit in silence for once
concentrate on you breathing
let it become ragged with shallow gasps
hold your breath
listen firmly, do you hear it?
your heartbeat.
the blood is flowing through
your atrium to the ventricle
from the inferior vena cava to the aorta.
dig deeper than that, listen more intensely
past your blood flow
do you hear it?
nothing more than flesh
and bones aging
ready to decay
everything is slowly splintering
are you ready?
slide out on a feather-lined
cloud into the arms of the heavens
concentrate on you breathing
let it become ragged with shallow gasps
hold your breath
listen firmly, do you hear it?
your heartbeat.
the blood is flowing through
your atrium to the ventricle
from the inferior vena cava to the aorta.
dig deeper than that, listen more intensely
past your blood flow
do you hear it?
nothing more than flesh
and bones aging
ready to decay
everything is slowly splintering
are you ready?
slide out on a feather-lined
cloud into the arms of the heavens
#death
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Funeral
they ask me
why I wear black
all the time
no one is
unaffected by death;
dark stained cherry
cushioned with silky lining
it seems inviting
grief twisting our
insides like a tornado
waiting for death
slower than a country bus
everyone is waiting to
kick dirt on someone's
coffin with glee
then I answer;
at every occasion
I'll be ready for a funeral
even my own
why I wear black
all the time
no one is
unaffected by death;
dark stained cherry
cushioned with silky lining
it seems inviting
grief twisting our
insides like a tornado
waiting for death
slower than a country bus
everyone is waiting to
kick dirt on someone's
coffin with glee
then I answer;
at every occasion
I'll be ready for a funeral
even my own
#death
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Pick
I sit on a cloud
and study the blue
Once again I realize
that we do not have a clue
Everything is everything,
and nothing is nothing
Nothing is looking for
everything and everything
is on a journey to nothing
She was a true illustration
of God's splendor
Many men tried to lay her down
overthrow her, break her
But only a few tried
to pick her up
and study the blue
Once again I realize
that we do not have a clue
Everything is everything,
and nothing is nothing
Nothing is looking for
everything and everything
is on a journey to nothing
She was a true illustration
of God's splendor
Many men tried to lay her down
overthrow her, break her
But only a few tried
to pick her up
#LifeCycle
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running
Just when I thought I was
running out of chances
that’s when my heart ran into you
your warmth embraced my hurt
and your eyes overlooked my mistakes
and I learned to have hope again
for something seemingly impossible
and my knees paved the path
to your heart with prayers
I can believe again
because you opened up my heart
anew
running out of chances
that’s when my heart ran into you
your warmth embraced my hurt
and your eyes overlooked my mistakes
and I learned to have hope again
for something seemingly impossible
and my knees paved the path
to your heart with prayers
I can believe again
because you opened up my heart
anew
#love
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sigh
tangled up in hoary white
caught up behind burning eyes
I hear frosty words echo inside
burning itself onto my mind
as the night ascends,
all will slow again
I take a deep breath
like an old fashioned kettle –
still full even when some
steam forces its way out
I sigh
I am still learning to
go back and reread
my own chapters without feeling like
I want to set fire to the pages
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains
caught up behind burning eyes
I hear frosty words echo inside
burning itself onto my mind
as the night ascends,
all will slow again
I take a deep breath
like an old fashioned kettle –
still full even when some
steam forces its way out
I sigh
I am still learning to
go back and reread
my own chapters without feeling like
I want to set fire to the pages
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains
#myself
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diddly-squat
#WritersBlock
#emptiness
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Woman
I AM WOMAN
1200–1300
Helen of Anjou
-
Ongoing
The opposite of patriarchy is chivalry,
the opposite of oppression is support.
Be chivalrous and support.
We aren’t just fine ladies
We are sagacious, pragmatic, and reasoned.
None of us wants to be calm waters
for the rest of our lives.
1200–1300
Helen of Anjou
-
Ongoing
The opposite of patriarchy is chivalry,
the opposite of oppression is support.
Be chivalrous and support.
We aren’t just fine ladies
We are sagacious, pragmatic, and reasoned.
None of us wants to be calm waters
for the rest of our lives.
#freedom
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inner condensation
It is only natural to cry when we feel cold
Look up to the clouds, they do it too
When they feel cold the water molecules
lose energy and condense into droplets
Don't those droplets water the land?
Crying, my friend is the same
It puts you in touch with all the
goodness inside of you
That is why God loves the sound
of a broken heart.
Clouds don't bottle it up,
and neither should you.
A little inner condensation
every now and then should be encouraged.
Look up to the clouds, they do it too
When they feel cold the water molecules
lose energy and condense into droplets
Don't those droplets water the land?
Crying, my friend is the same
It puts you in touch with all the
goodness inside of you
That is why God loves the sound
of a broken heart.
Clouds don't bottle it up,
and neither should you.
A little inner condensation
every now and then should be encouraged.
#MovingOn
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