Submissions by Valeriya (Valeriya Long)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I pull from the deep well for inspiration
Meet me in the Mausoleum

#dark
#sexy
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Grandfathers Chair
A well-marked path scarred the
rich soil leading from the asphalt to the forested trail where grandfather's leather boots blazed the way, through golden aged pines.
Evergreen needles lay over a backlog
of dregs drawn together, forming folds along the water's edge.
The creek babble's along its wayward course, stopping briefly where herbs grow in bunches and stools of mushrooms provide a resting place
for your imagination.
Light from above co-mingles with
shade bringing warmth to vines
that hang from old oaks the striking beauty embellished...
rich soil leading from the asphalt to the forested trail where grandfather's leather boots blazed the way, through golden aged pines.
Evergreen needles lay over a backlog
of dregs drawn together, forming folds along the water's edge.
The creek babble's along its wayward course, stopping briefly where herbs grow in bunches and stools of mushrooms provide a resting place
for your imagination.
Light from above co-mingles with
shade bringing warmth to vines
that hang from old oaks the striking beauty embellished...
#family
#countryside
#memories
487 reads
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I Call Upon The Molweni
The Molweni River, bows down beneath the ruggedness of Everton Gorge.
Her beauty aroused, as she joins
The Nhukutu along it's a steep descent.
through the pink sandstone cliffs.
A spray of fine mist conceals the
granite as the sun looks down from
a cloudless sky.
Silence
but for the sound of a hushed murmur,
made by the force of the spiral wind,
that tells of the Gorges submissive role now, centuries old.
In the pool below the falls, maidenhair fern now laden with the spill of the river closes her fronds,...
Her beauty aroused, as she joins
The Nhukutu along it's a steep descent.
through the pink sandstone cliffs.
A spray of fine mist conceals the
granite as the sun looks down from
a cloudless sky.
Silence
but for the sound of a hushed murmur,
made by the force of the spiral wind,
that tells of the Gorges submissive role now, centuries old.
In the pool below the falls, maidenhair fern now laden with the spill of the river closes her fronds,...
#nature
#prose
458 reads
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Loves Entitlement
Seed pearls hang,
on the edge of reality along
with seeds of caraway
and coriander.
They drop, to the deepest
bottom where darkness is
not known.
Submerged into seclusion,
as it skims wretchedness from
the top, of yesterday's mistakes.
Coated with honey from
devil's claw, pressed together
into cakes for caged birds to
nibble their entire lives
on false beliefs the seeds
provide.
Delicate patches of breathless
tides wash brittle ones ashore.
Bones gathered together then ...
on the edge of reality along
with seeds of caraway
and coriander.
They drop, to the deepest
bottom where darkness is
not known.
Submerged into seclusion,
as it skims wretchedness from
the top, of yesterday's mistakes.
Coated with honey from
devil's claw, pressed together
into cakes for caged birds to
nibble their entire lives
on false beliefs the seeds
provide.
Delicate patches of breathless
tides wash brittle ones ashore.
Bones gathered together then ...
#love
#dark
790 reads
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Fractal Burn
They call me,
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
Some, call me schizoid for short
Within this chaotic organization in my mind, there is purposeful rhythm.
A blending of what appears as disorganized chaos and fractal cognition.
The ability of the ADHD brain to produce a pattern out of chaotic thinking into a deterministic system Is not
understood by those who have not experienced its effects.
Slipping off into a web of thoughts
and ideas mixed with meditation.
My organized chaos recedes into passivity as my inner being travels ...
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
Some, call me schizoid for short
Within this chaotic organization in my mind, there is purposeful rhythm.
A blending of what appears as disorganized chaos and fractal cognition.
The ability of the ADHD brain to produce a pattern out of chaotic thinking into a deterministic system Is not
understood by those who have not experienced its effects.
Slipping off into a web of thoughts
and ideas mixed with meditation.
My organized chaos recedes into passivity as my inner being travels ...
#spiritual
510 reads
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You
Your distance is maddening
your mystery, compels me
to hunger
With brevity you tease me
, with what I cannot
have.
You sparked the flame that
smolders within your words
are tight
As they fall from your mind
then smoothly drop into mine
My thoughts surround
someone I see
Although
I see no one at all
your mystery, compels me
to hunger
With brevity you tease me
, with what I cannot
have.
You sparked the flame that
smolders within your words
are tight
As they fall from your mind
then smoothly drop into mine
My thoughts surround
someone I see
Although
I see no one at all
#relationships
798 reads
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Provender of my Indulgence
Provender
Love
Love
#love
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Love He Does Not
Love
#sadness
#love
#grief #dark
#grief #dark
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Alter My Perception
Darkness, blankets the sky
a celestial vault opens,
as powdered starlight
like bitsof platinum dust,
touches my skin.
Embracing my lashes, sleep,
I dream of your sultry noesis,
it's strength stands,
on the far side of
equivelence.
Your sinewy muscles limn,
a pattern like that, of a god
a chef d oeuvre, of nature
above me.
Toned flesh glistens, with
sweat, it's beautiful color
would flatter, beauty, to shyness
Your stare, those eyes, brown sometimes green ...
a celestial vault opens,
as powdered starlight
like bitsof platinum dust,
touches my skin.
Embracing my lashes, sleep,
I dream of your sultry noesis,
it's strength stands,
on the far side of
equivelence.
Your sinewy muscles limn,
a pattern like that, of a god
a chef d oeuvre, of nature
above me.
Toned flesh glistens, with
sweat, it's beautiful color
would flatter, beauty, to shyness
Your stare, those eyes, brown sometimes green ...
#love
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Like Wildflowers Do
Bury me alive, with bent
and broken stems.
Where the warmest of days
pours out, on love,
gone cold
fallen, fatigued love is
Etched out by a forced
impression
Turn me over, under like
tilled soil.So, it may grow again.
Make it white as Dahlia held
with the elements of humility
and truth
I long for the most tender love.
Where fingertips touch lightly
Within the stillness of a breath
Our secrets are kept
a love born of neonate dreams
A love that grows,
like...
and broken stems.
Where the warmest of days
pours out, on love,
gone cold
fallen, fatigued love is
Etched out by a forced
impression
Turn me over, under like
tilled soil.So, it may grow again.
Make it white as Dahlia held
with the elements of humility
and truth
I long for the most tender love.
Where fingertips touch lightly
Within the stillness of a breath
Our secrets are kept
a love born of neonate dreams
A love that grows,
like...
#love
#honesty
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Namaskar
When your belief is sincere
your devotion unfeigned
An energy will rise
bringing with it emotion
The emotion is
Love or fear nothing
more
Your heart then, brings forth
feelings for the emotion
based on, what you devote
your energy to
love or fear
Your feelings, determine
your belief,
believe in yourself
Everything you need ,
the love you desire
the peace you require
The calm within, is possible ...
your devotion unfeigned
An energy will rise
bringing with it emotion
The emotion is
Love or fear nothing
more
Your heart then, brings forth
feelings for the emotion
based on, what you devote
your energy to
love or fear
Your feelings, determine
your belief,
believe in yourself
Everything you need ,
the love you desire
the peace you require
The calm within, is possible ...
#love
#faith
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Every Word You Speak
Slicing crossways,
until the burn spots melt,
dripping
into molds for cinched razors,
knotted and tied beneath
the first layer of skin
makes a beautiful bracelet.
Perch yourself,
above the fainting couch
it's stained damask fabric
has captured all your secrets
that lay hidden below the cellar.
Nails
copulate with rusty floorboards
leaving decrement to slough off
thigh gap of a princess
who spreads tiny
liquid rubies that appear
as inkblot memories
...
until the burn spots melt,
dripping
into molds for cinched razors,
knotted and tied beneath
the first layer of skin
makes a beautiful bracelet.
Perch yourself,
above the fainting couch
it's stained damask fabric
has captured all your secrets
that lay hidden below the cellar.
Nails
copulate with rusty floorboards
leaving decrement to slough off
thigh gap of a princess
who spreads tiny
liquid rubies that appear
as inkblot memories
...
#anxiety
#grief
#fear
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