Submissions by SkyeCebh
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My emotionally coated existence tend to spill; sometimes carefully weaved and multifaceted; other times nuanced, in perhaps, incoherent ramblings. Sounds, words, tones, pictures.. It is when seduced by intangible things, I rise ღ
EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jun 2019 10:57am
16th Jun 2019 10:57am
Under Water
#love
#sex
#erotic #BDSM
#erotic #BDSM
1305 reads
17 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
15th Jun 2019 10:48am
15th Jun 2019 10:48am
Realization.
Like a Dream by glimpses
that of Passion whisper
As Few Apprehend,
while touching dew,
and perceiving the Morning
To be Astonished by this gift
to see and hear more,
and awaken Wonder
of that which Few can Attain
and Understand
to give back to the World
To have,
yet seek more in Spirit
To want,
yet know I'll never reach
To need Nothing
Searching binds me to Realization
and Realization sets me Free
I struggle
and Love deeper ...
that of Passion whisper
As Few Apprehend,
while touching dew,
and perceiving the Morning
To be Astonished by this gift
to see and hear more,
and awaken Wonder
of that which Few can Attain
and Understand
to give back to the World
To have,
yet seek more in Spirit
To want,
yet know I'll never reach
To need Nothing
Searching binds me to Realization
and Realization sets me Free
I struggle
and Love deeper ...
#spiritual
#LifeGoals
#SelfReflection
720 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jun 2019 10:34am
15th Jun 2019 10:34am
Seduced, I Fold the Known
Seduced, I Fold the Known;
Showering the bleeding moments
To allow the Soul to dance
Delighted
Devoured
carefully caressed
to uphold the unfolding Unknown
To notice a moment of such a wonder,
sometimes passed in silence
where ghost-like bodies melt into skin;
footprints are evident to Existence,
shadow-filled heartbeats pound Times into Lifetimes
for a split Forever shared
It's dreamlike and lust filled
when worlds are weaved into a star-like parlor;
Breathing Heaven empty of Angels,
Licking words upon...
Showering the bleeding moments
To allow the Soul to dance
Delighted
Devoured
carefully caressed
to uphold the unfolding Unknown
To notice a moment of such a wonder,
sometimes passed in silence
where ghost-like bodies melt into skin;
footprints are evident to Existence,
shadow-filled heartbeats pound Times into Lifetimes
for a split Forever shared
It's dreamlike and lust filled
when worlds are weaved into a star-like parlor;
Breathing Heaven empty of Angels,
Licking words upon...
#lust
#identity
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
558 reads
9 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
14th Jun 2019 6:13pm
14th Jun 2019 6:13pm
Dilapidated
Fall at your own feet
as subsided as you wanted to push me
Choke on your breath
as mine was to be taken
You cannot control Me
Fall at your own feet
live as obscure as you tried to hold me
Tie your arms around the blocking concepts,
blind and forsaken
You cannot hide Me
Fall at your own feet
as undeserving as you saw me
Stomp self to the ground,
swallow your own bitter token
You cannot stop Me
Fall at your own feet
eat your greed and resentfulness
Rip it apart, bleed it; ...
as subsided as you wanted to push me
Choke on your breath
as mine was to be taken
You cannot control Me
Fall at your own feet
live as obscure as you tried to hold me
Tie your arms around the blocking concepts,
blind and forsaken
You cannot hide Me
Fall at your own feet
as undeserving as you saw me
Stomp self to the ground,
swallow your own bitter token
You cannot stop Me
Fall at your own feet
eat your greed and resentfulness
Rip it apart, bleed it; ...
#anger
#disappointment
599 reads
10 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
9th Jun 2019 6:36pm
9th Jun 2019 6:36pm
Patchwork of a master
I’m taking control of this physical presence of mine, this breaking ship;
pulling it down forcefully to the bottom of this god forsaken sea,
allowing it to be destroyed by nature once and for all.
I’m restoring it,
piece by piece.
All the times it has shattered and I have reconstructed, it has bled and I have patched it up;
screamed; sometimes tormented, other times crumbled as if it was haunted;
and I have silenced it with lullabies of hope.
Armored it
with plating hope.
Oceans could rage and waves could overthrow the...
pulling it down forcefully to the bottom of this god forsaken sea,
allowing it to be destroyed by nature once and for all.
I’m restoring it,
piece by piece.
All the times it has shattered and I have reconstructed, it has bled and I have patched it up;
screamed; sometimes tormented, other times crumbled as if it was haunted;
and I have silenced it with lullabies of hope.
Armored it
with plating hope.
Oceans could rage and waves could overthrow the...
#TimeHeals
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
780 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2019 9:48am
8th Jun 2019 9:48am
Future gifts.
To be Vessels of Selflessness
we're understanding that
through birth is our future unfolding;
carried upon the shoulders of guiltlessness;
through minds of inoffensiveness;
embraced by hands of innocuousness
and immersion..
In..
a world weaved through universal beholding;
we're creating with a heartfelt devotion;
touched by soul-moving adoration;
passing timeless connection;
for non-religious veneration
and amazement..
With..
our Beings' undeniable amorous Calling;
by...
we're understanding that
through birth is our future unfolding;
carried upon the shoulders of guiltlessness;
through minds of inoffensiveness;
embraced by hands of innocuousness
and immersion..
In..
a world weaved through universal beholding;
we're creating with a heartfelt devotion;
touched by soul-moving adoration;
passing timeless connection;
for non-religious veneration
and amazement..
With..
our Beings' undeniable amorous Calling;
by...
#love
#children
#birth #spiritual
#birth #spiritual
700 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2019 9:26am
8th Jun 2019 9:26am
Purpose
I see a swirl of lose ends
urging me to tie them together
Like taking a trip
along the Milky Way
of Illusion
I see fingerprinting eternities
ravaging the Hourglass of Man
Through these areas
of Space uncovered
by my Third Eye
ღ
urging me to tie them together
Like taking a trip
along the Milky Way
of Illusion
I see fingerprinting eternities
ravaging the Hourglass of Man
Through these areas
of Space uncovered
by my Third Eye
ღ
#identity
#spiritual
705 reads
13 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jun 2019 10:42pm
7th Jun 2019 10:42pm
Breathlessness
Soul-moving, heart-touching fabrics
of a canvas-like existence
forming vacuum bubbles of Absoluteness.
Breathless
Life resurrected into quantum pieces
Taking breaths; raining Selflessness
Shocking to awareness,
forming to Feel.
Forming to Live
Breathing to understand;
being breathless to allow self
to live a life
IN Understanding
of a painted
cried out
Purpose.
Alleviate "Me".
Watch it unfold
In Breathlessness
of its vast structure
through the...
of a canvas-like existence
forming vacuum bubbles of Absoluteness.
Breathless
Life resurrected into quantum pieces
Taking breaths; raining Selflessness
Shocking to awareness,
forming to Feel.
Forming to Live
Breathing to understand;
being breathless to allow self
to live a life
IN Understanding
of a painted
cried out
Purpose.
Alleviate "Me".
Watch it unfold
In Breathlessness
of its vast structure
through the...
#identity
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment #SelfReflection
#LifeChangingMoment #SelfReflection
793 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Jun 2019 10:22pm
7th Jun 2019 10:22pm
Not anymore.
I Think my Time is Broken, Wingless.
Breathless, Exhausted.
Lost.
Overflown, Overwhelmed.
Forgotten.
Washed Away.
My Time is Broken and as I curl up, wrap my arms around myself, there is nothing whole, nothing solid. It is weeping sensations of pain; unholy corners of something unknown. A Fear of what used to be familiar. A Restlessness. I whisper a prayer to be relieved of my sadness, without a god that will listen, without any higher power that would care.
Rays of sun are shining through the small pieces...
Breathless, Exhausted.
Lost.
Overflown, Overwhelmed.
Forgotten.
Washed Away.
My Time is Broken and as I curl up, wrap my arms around myself, there is nothing whole, nothing solid. It is weeping sensations of pain; unholy corners of something unknown. A Fear of what used to be familiar. A Restlessness. I whisper a prayer to be relieved of my sadness, without a god that will listen, without any higher power that would care.
Rays of sun are shining through the small pieces...
#sadness
#grief
#heartbroken
#abuse
#hurt
827 reads
17 Comments
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