Submissions by Valeriya (Valeriya Long)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I pull from the deep well for inspiration
The Sisterhood
Relax the flack
On my sisters flap, flap
It's a well known fact
I got their back
What?
You been smoking crack?
Those words you spat
I'm sending em back
Recycled scrap
Stacked tall packed up
In a Goodwill sack
I won't retract
I plan my attack
Standing for my sistas
We made a pact
So go on and scat
Like little Jack sprat
Don't come back here
With your flappity flap
Cuz we're strapped and
Stacked in our Cadillac
With words to distract
Written in...
On my sisters flap, flap
It's a well known fact
I got their back
What?
You been smoking crack?
Those words you spat
I'm sending em back
Recycled scrap
Stacked tall packed up
In a Goodwill sack
I won't retract
I plan my attack
Standing for my sistas
We made a pact
So go on and scat
Like little Jack sprat
Don't come back here
With your flappity flap
Cuz we're strapped and
Stacked in our Cadillac
With words to distract
Written in...
#family
#lyrics
#rap
650 reads
8 Comments
The Path To Hell is Smooth as Talc
The path to hell eroded
smooth like talc.
The feeling left me with an
abstract sense of suffering
A constant prick of reality
laden with shadows of Dahlia
swallowed by liquified carnage
continued, it's bloodletting
Before me now, deceit,
Her eyes like Bloodstone
the only thing with a half-ass
shine to it except for her
flat wire hairpin holding
her bob in place
Tacky like safety pins on
her garter belt
She was the friction between
my desire and my dream
I wanted to...
smooth like talc.
The feeling left me with an
abstract sense of suffering
A constant prick of reality
laden with shadows of Dahlia
swallowed by liquified carnage
continued, it's bloodletting
Before me now, deceit,
Her eyes like Bloodstone
the only thing with a half-ass
shine to it except for her
flat wire hairpin holding
her bob in place
Tacky like safety pins on
her garter belt
She was the friction between
my desire and my dream
I wanted to...
#death
#hell
#revenge
574 reads
4 Comments
Ask no Questions Tell No Lies
#sexy
931 reads
12 Comments
Actus Reus
Roiled, nettled, and stung
perceived as naught,
Odious feigning, you deny
ostracised, blackballed am I,
A positive ego stroking stimulus
within your intended dominion
of autocracy
Matter-of-course is servitude
on the far side of any practical
Observer
Palsied to wretch in
my own mouth would take
precedence over any
collaboration with you
To be in accord with such
actus reus is detestable,
would make dirty
my spirit
perceived as naught,
Odious feigning, you deny
ostracised, blackballed am I,
A positive ego stroking stimulus
within your intended dominion
of autocracy
Matter-of-course is servitude
on the far side of any practical
Observer
Palsied to wretch in
my own mouth would take
precedence over any
collaboration with you
To be in accord with such
actus reus is detestable,
would make dirty
my spirit
#morality
647 reads
6 Comments
Do Not Grieve For I Am Free
To Those Left Behind
Silently I pass, from less to more.
From isolation to inclusion from
separation, to oneness.
By divine universal intelligence I am
led, into the pathways of well being
I am surrounded by beauty,
at one, with all, that there is.
I am no longer weak, or sick
I have no sense of lack, insecurity
or unworthiness.
With joy, I am transformed Into
that which is enduring, and true
the vast all in all
I accept my freedom, today
and forever with supreme confidence,
I...
Silently I pass, from less to more.
From isolation to inclusion from
separation, to oneness.
By divine universal intelligence I am
led, into the pathways of well being
I am surrounded by beauty,
at one, with all, that there is.
I am no longer weak, or sick
I have no sense of lack, insecurity
or unworthiness.
With joy, I am transformed Into
that which is enduring, and true
the vast all in all
I accept my freedom, today
and forever with supreme confidence,
I...
#love
#grief
#death #freedom
#death #freedom
575 reads
7 Comments
Three Hundred Plus Days
Our heads, cocked to one side,
leaves a peculiar reflection.
Three hundred-plus days,
I have seen.
Horsehair mattress stuffed,
with receipts from the vile
things that brought me joy.
Today, is the end.
I will no longer slice hemlock,
to steep in my tea
Milk thistle, ground to perfection
snorted through nasal passages
riddled, with holes
I will miss
Three hundred-plus days,
come new morrow
I ready myself with a strong
shot, of diesel fuel
No promises, I don't make ...
leaves a peculiar reflection.
Three hundred-plus days,
I have seen.
Horsehair mattress stuffed,
with receipts from the vile
things that brought me joy.
Today, is the end.
I will no longer slice hemlock,
to steep in my tea
Milk thistle, ground to perfection
snorted through nasal passages
riddled, with holes
I will miss
Three hundred-plus days,
come new morrow
I ready myself with a strong
shot, of diesel fuel
No promises, I don't make ...
#love
#disappointment
559 reads
11 Comments
Wapiti Does Travel
Below sheltered skies
that wraps me in her love.
I lie on needles of ancient pine,
warmed by her heart,
forever shining, the
Stained glass memories
surround me, reminding
me of who
I am
Searching for my purpose,
my intention
Mother of all connects
with me as my pride is
released, accepting the
blessings of this earth
To lie amongst the trees and
boulder-strewn hillside,
same land where Wapiti does
travel,
The same land where
the People of the Tall Pine, ...
that wraps me in her love.
I lie on needles of ancient pine,
warmed by her heart,
forever shining, the
Stained glass memories
surround me, reminding
me of who
I am
Searching for my purpose,
my intention
Mother of all connects
with me as my pride is
released, accepting the
blessings of this earth
To lie amongst the trees and
boulder-strewn hillside,
same land where Wapiti does
travel,
The same land where
the People of the Tall Pine, ...
#love
#relationships
#earth
477 reads
5 Comments
Unloving Does Not Fit The Space
Pieces of you lie about, worn layers
discarded, replaced by ones
that do not love.
Unloving does not fit the space
left empty
Disrespect shines off the reflection
on the tops of your shoes
You, the enemy of your strength
stares up at you
Gripping right, skin stripped to
bare bone you gather, flesh
bonding what does not fit.
You've crawled to the depths, of
self-gratification.
It destroys, every good thing
about you,
Digging through the rusty bottom
of filth trenching with your...
discarded, replaced by ones
that do not love.
Unloving does not fit the space
left empty
Disrespect shines off the reflection
on the tops of your shoes
You, the enemy of your strength
stares up at you
Gripping right, skin stripped to
bare bone you gather, flesh
bonding what does not fit.
You've crawled to the depths, of
self-gratification.
It destroys, every good thing
about you,
Digging through the rusty bottom
of filth trenching with your...
#love
#betrayal
605 reads
11 Comments
Love
AEonian Aşk
Adust cutis, bukleler,
kurucular çöl üzerine
kaldırım
kuru kesilmiş ve keklenmiş
geometrik olarak
taslak
Pueblo sessiz duruyor
allık şarabının rengi
tutarlı
ifadeler artık yok
söylemek
aeon aşkının
Savunma çabası kaybedildi
Aşkı tanıyan iki kişi için
bir Zamanlar
aşk, artık değil
aşkı tanıyan iki kişi,
bir Zamanlar
Adust cutis, bukleler,
kurucular çöl üzerine
kaldırım
kuru kesilmiş ve keklenmiş
geometrik olarak
taslak
Pueblo sessiz duruyor
allık şarabının rengi
tutarlı
ifadeler artık yok
söylemek
aeon aşkının
Savunma çabası kaybedildi
Aşkı tanıyan iki kişi için
bir Zamanlar
aşk, artık değil
aşkı tanıyan iki kişi,
bir Zamanlar
#love
518 reads
7 Comments
At The Bottom of Solemn Movement
Quell
this uneasiness that disturbs
This warped sense of lunacy
Rising as stars fall
their sockets hang
with the muted cries
of monomania
Fear
fails to penetrate consciousness
Like a deciduous tree splintered
leaf and limb rolled
into a bundled fag,
stuffed into the corner
No longer able to shout,
anything to anyone.
Wait
be still, for the iridescent
wingtips of obscurity to
bring awareness like sunshine
melted, into imagery that
quenches my parched mind ...
this uneasiness that disturbs
This warped sense of lunacy
Rising as stars fall
their sockets hang
with the muted cries
of monomania
Fear
fails to penetrate consciousness
Like a deciduous tree splintered
leaf and limb rolled
into a bundled fag,
stuffed into the corner
No longer able to shout,
anything to anyone.
Wait
be still, for the iridescent
wingtips of obscurity to
bring awareness like sunshine
melted, into imagery that
quenches my parched mind ...
#LifeChangingMoment
568 reads
10 Comments
Love, Honor, Cherish
#love
#murder
#death
576 reads
4 Comments
AEonian Love
Adust cutis, curls,
founders onto desert
pavement
dry-shod and caked
into a geometric
blueprint
Pueblo stands silent
the color of blush-wine
Coherent
expressions no longer
tell
of aeonian love
Defensive effort lost
For two who knew love
Once
love, no longer, for
two who knew love,
Once
founders onto desert
pavement
dry-shod and caked
into a geometric
blueprint
Pueblo stands silent
the color of blush-wine
Coherent
expressions no longer
tell
of aeonian love
Defensive effort lost
For two who knew love
Once
love, no longer, for
two who knew love,
Once
#love
#grief
532 reads
3 Comments
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