Submissions by Valeriya (Valeriya Long)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I pull from the deep well for inspiration
DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2020 1:17pm
11th Feb 2020 1:17pm
Deflect the Pulse of Time
The old woman walks the
barren dirt road, crazed escort searching for a split in the fabric
to make way for the deceased.
She spirals, seemingly without
a cause seeing only through
the eyes of a butterfly, on a
cross-stitch grid.
An old man sits, on the edge
of the grid, his needle held high.
Solitaire shows on his face.
He smiles at birds, carrying
three red eggs, to trade for the
split fabric the old woman
searches for
Tall sharp grass, slices through
the woods where the circle of ...
barren dirt road, crazed escort searching for a split in the fabric
to make way for the deceased.
She spirals, seemingly without
a cause seeing only through
the eyes of a butterfly, on a
cross-stitch grid.
An old man sits, on the edge
of the grid, his needle held high.
Solitaire shows on his face.
He smiles at birds, carrying
three red eggs, to trade for the
split fabric the old woman
searches for
Tall sharp grass, slices through
the woods where the circle of ...
#dreams
482 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2020 6:40am
11th Feb 2020 6:40am
Psychedelic Trails
There is the stench of hate,
cremated
within me slicing through,
to the core
Where your love resides
It's disgusting , repels
my need
Created, by your cheating heart
and your sexy friend here
Wouldn't it look nice, if I dressed
her up in a pretty pink dress
with F*ckn little bows in her hair?
I would take this cord and wrap
it tightly around her neck
Baby, you could sit here in this
chair and hold your sweet little
thing by her painted toes
Watch me spin her treacherous ...
cremated
within me slicing through,
to the core
Where your love resides
It's disgusting , repels
my need
Created, by your cheating heart
and your sexy friend here
Wouldn't it look nice, if I dressed
her up in a pretty pink dress
with F*ckn little bows in her hair?
I would take this cord and wrap
it tightly around her neck
Baby, you could sit here in this
chair and hold your sweet little
thing by her painted toes
Watch me spin her treacherous ...
#betrayal
#revenge
578 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2020 4:52am
11th Feb 2020 4:52am
Mary and my Cadillac
Mary, was a wild child she liked
to drink the booze, loved hot rods
and driving real fast.
Yes, my girl enjoyed simple things
like laying down in a field for some petting, or going to the County Fair.
The day was warm just like Mary
we went to the fair, cruised around
rode some rides.
She wore a pretty yellow dress
the kind that would blow up with
the breeze showing her pretty panties.
Mary liked to make out everywhere
we went, so we drank some booze
snuck out behind the concession
where I took...
to drink the booze, loved hot rods
and driving real fast.
Yes, my girl enjoyed simple things
like laying down in a field for some petting, or going to the County Fair.
The day was warm just like Mary
we went to the fair, cruised around
rode some rides.
She wore a pretty yellow dress
the kind that would blow up with
the breeze showing her pretty panties.
Mary liked to make out everywhere
we went, so we drank some booze
snuck out behind the concession
where I took...
#grief
#death
#alcohol
378 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Feb 2020 00:30am
10th Feb 2020 00:30am
Hang Your Image on A Cross
Spread eagle across lesions
that carry the face of delusions
painted various shades of dread .
Hang delicately the crowbar with
it raised edges.
Run it through the holes not in
his hand to bear witness to their
counterfeit Messiah
Pluck needle forms of splintered
remains a vis-a-vis
of occasional liberated anxiety
stored away in the pocket of a
destitute mortal being
Vivication chiseled to nothing
eyes open unfastened time lag
on the refund
It was verity...
that carry the face of delusions
painted various shades of dread .
Hang delicately the crowbar with
it raised edges.
Run it through the holes not in
his hand to bear witness to their
counterfeit Messiah
Pluck needle forms of splintered
remains a vis-a-vis
of occasional liberated anxiety
stored away in the pocket of a
destitute mortal being
Vivication chiseled to nothing
eyes open unfastened time lag
on the refund
It was verity...
#religion
417 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Feb 2020 4:52am
9th Feb 2020 4:52am
Fireflies in a Jar
Fireflies without wings,
stripped
by the child who needed
a pair for dreaming
Their final containment,
a jar, fashioned from
sorrow melted,
heated molten, then blown
into the color of your
pain
My walk, hindered by a hitch
I can't identify.
Cross dressed, in obedience,
and appropriate behavior
always.
Tears, bullets from my eyes
saturate tomorrow trying to
smile, apologetically
I lean in, to the basket
of wicker, made by the blind
Nothing can be...
stripped
by the child who needed
a pair for dreaming
Their final containment,
a jar, fashioned from
sorrow melted,
heated molten, then blown
into the color of your
pain
My walk, hindered by a hitch
I can't identify.
Cross dressed, in obedience,
and appropriate behavior
always.
Tears, bullets from my eyes
saturate tomorrow trying to
smile, apologetically
I lean in, to the basket
of wicker, made by the blind
Nothing can be...
#LifeCycle
425 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Feb 2020 4:31am
8th Feb 2020 4:31am
Our Love is Infinite
My love for you, grows tall.
It lies still as beautiful as a
field of flowers
Tall, like the proudest of
all, larkspur.
I long for your most,
tender love.
A love that grows, like
wildflowers do.
I love everything about you,
and more
I love your smile, how it
gracefully sweeps across
my day.
I love the way your laughter
shakes my earth
I love your face, beautiful
the way it shines, brighter
than the best sunrise or
sunset.
I love your strength...
It lies still as beautiful as a
field of flowers
Tall, like the proudest of
all, larkspur.
I long for your most,
tender love.
A love that grows, like
wildflowers do.
I love everything about you,
and more
I love your smile, how it
gracefully sweeps across
my day.
I love the way your laughter
shakes my earth
I love your face, beautiful
the way it shines, brighter
than the best sunrise or
sunset.
I love your strength...
#love
#ValentinesDay
734 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
7th Feb 2020 1:22pm
7th Feb 2020 1:22pm
Drowning Silence
Vulgar chuckles, followed
numberless insults, a film
of hostility collides.
Perpetual perversity, disordered mind
Respect,
for shattered lunacy resides
Emptiness gazes at deaths door
turning, marrow cold
your ankles sink, lungs breathe,
your frigid heart, we deplore
Honeyed raindrops black as night,
devour all that is wrong.
Clenching, embracing, sounds
of drowning
quenching peaceful
Silent, birdsong
numberless insults, a film
of hostility collides.
Perpetual perversity, disordered mind
Respect,
for shattered lunacy resides
Emptiness gazes at deaths door
turning, marrow cold
your ankles sink, lungs breathe,
your frigid heart, we deplore
Honeyed raindrops black as night,
devour all that is wrong.
Clenching, embracing, sounds
of drowning
quenching peaceful
Silent, birdsong
#death
667 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2020 1:42am
7th Feb 2020 1:42am
Masculine Feminine
#LifeCycle
569 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Feb 2020 8:07pm
6th Feb 2020 8:07pm
Freedom
How do i declare freedom
as the innocent are slaughtered
in it's name
Where love is traded for conceal
carry attitudes
Sold off at birth to The Queen
of England who holds the note
on my life
Overseen by the Roman Catholic
Church led by legions and
satan himself
Artillery traded for stars and
stripes and the daily chanting.
People screaming for their rights
for the color of their skin is
changing it's shade each day
which one matters today
None of us
as the innocent are slaughtered
in it's name
Where love is traded for conceal
carry attitudes
Sold off at birth to The Queen
of England who holds the note
on my life
Overseen by the Roman Catholic
Church led by legions and
satan himself
Artillery traded for stars and
stripes and the daily chanting.
People screaming for their rights
for the color of their skin is
changing it's shade each day
which one matters today
None of us
#freedom
616 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Feb 2020 8:59pm
5th Feb 2020 8:59pm
Hummingbird in Flight
Today it's your choice, to be wise,
or wounded.
There are terrible things happening
to people all around the world,
people die, or get injured they feel shame or pain,
But there are also beautiful things happening at the same time.
A hummingbird in flight, a lotus blossom, a waterfall, your
experience in this world is self
created.
Un shakle yourself from the limited identity in which you place yourself.
Be willing to respond with freedom,
and with openness.
Don't become an island unto ...
or wounded.
There are terrible things happening
to people all around the world,
people die, or get injured they feel shame or pain,
But there are also beautiful things happening at the same time.
A hummingbird in flight, a lotus blossom, a waterfall, your
experience in this world is self
created.
Un shakle yourself from the limited identity in which you place yourself.
Be willing to respond with freedom,
and with openness.
Don't become an island unto ...
#philosophical
598 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2020 10:10am
5th Feb 2020 10:10am
Cleanse My Attitude
This, is my existence
What is my life worth, to you ?
Nothing
To me ? It used to be
Worth
Something
Anymore? Don't even know
Each day, I go down to the river.
to cleanse my bad attitude
Wash myself, of resentment
and regret
Only to return, to the mire.
that coats me, with stagnant
beliefs
Saying, someday this, will be
over
When you die
I don't, walk away
I don't, give up, I need
to throw hope, away.
It keeps me thinking, things
will change
It's...
What is my life worth, to you ?
Nothing
To me ? It used to be
Worth
Something
Anymore? Don't even know
Each day, I go down to the river.
to cleanse my bad attitude
Wash myself, of resentment
and regret
Only to return, to the mire.
that coats me, with stagnant
beliefs
Saying, someday this, will be
over
When you die
I don't, walk away
I don't, give up, I need
to throw hope, away.
It keeps me thinking, things
will change
It's...
#LifeStruggles
#freedom
492 reads
3 Comments
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