Submissions by Valeriya (Valeriya Long)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I pull from the deep well for inspiration
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2020 00:29am
23rd Jan 2020 00:29am
Slang Tongue Won The War
Like a satirist
pulverising the thoughts
that lie at the base
of cognition,
stolen
castrated meaning, buried
beneath polypetanous flowers.
Painted, pouty lips
red
make droplets appear
Stained
gullet sucking, drips
from your pouch
You crave
more from the make believe
queen
of your gluttony
Strip her
to bare flesh, probe
the corners of her existence
Castrate her
motivation to leave
Electrodes clipped,
...
pulverising the thoughts
that lie at the base
of cognition,
stolen
castrated meaning, buried
beneath polypetanous flowers.
Painted, pouty lips
red
make droplets appear
Stained
gullet sucking, drips
from your pouch
You crave
more from the make believe
queen
of your gluttony
Strip her
to bare flesh, probe
the corners of her existence
Castrate her
motivation to leave
Electrodes clipped,
...
#obsession
624 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2020 4:36am
22nd Jan 2020 4:36am
Hybridized Carnations
Cold slab,
where scalpels and
syringes pin
your world back together
Continuously feeding yourself
fake pasteurized orgasms
creates that frenzied
look in your beady eyes.
Rain beats up then down
on your skin
sloughing off tainted
reality
Sucked into the drain
pan,
overfilled, clogged
floor drain backs up
Hacking bits of pornography
Into the lavatory next door.
She screams ,then laughs
As she sees herself giving suck
Saved from an old
reel...
where scalpels and
syringes pin
your world back together
Continuously feeding yourself
fake pasteurized orgasms
creates that frenzied
look in your beady eyes.
Rain beats up then down
on your skin
sloughing off tainted
reality
Sucked into the drain
pan,
overfilled, clogged
floor drain backs up
Hacking bits of pornography
Into the lavatory next door.
She screams ,then laughs
As she sees herself giving suck
Saved from an old
reel...
#death
#drugs
702 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jan 2020 7:39am
21st Jan 2020 7:39am
Hot Oils Warm Stones
I
lay you down,
massage
your beautiful body
with hot oil
, and
warm stones.
Kneading
your weary
muscles,
with an aggressive
flavor.
I feel you
relax,
under my control
the scent
of the oils, mixing
with
the smell, of your skin
is like
a
narcotic .
The tightness,
of your calves
and
thighs
is beginning
to loosen. Moving
palms and fingers
into
places
that need attention
Lastly,
a warm...
lay you down,
massage
your beautiful body
with hot oil
, and
warm stones.
Kneading
your weary
muscles,
with an aggressive
flavor.
I feel you
relax,
under my control
the scent
of the oils, mixing
with
the smell, of your skin
is like
a
narcotic .
The tightness,
of your calves
and
thighs
is beginning
to loosen. Moving
palms and fingers
into
places
that need attention
Lastly,
a warm...
#love
883 reads
12 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jan 2020 3:38am
21st Jan 2020 3:38am
Whoreson of Spurious Joy
I was born of iniquity a whoreson
of spurious joy with romp and
caper I have macerated this
interval between birth and death
leasing out a deplorable sinuous course.
I beg you, insulate this hoary
one, draw me to the one who cumbers the barren land
How long must I beg, relieve me
from this tattered life of woe
I have nothing left to give but a pleading that I may eat the
remains of the corpse eating
beetle that crawl through the
eye sockets of my rotting corpse,
Tear out my tormented brain
ingest my...
of spurious joy with romp and
caper I have macerated this
interval between birth and death
leasing out a deplorable sinuous course.
I beg you, insulate this hoary
one, draw me to the one who cumbers the barren land
How long must I beg, relieve me
from this tattered life of woe
I have nothing left to give but a pleading that I may eat the
remains of the corpse eating
beetle that crawl through the
eye sockets of my rotting corpse,
Tear out my tormented brain
ingest my...
#death
623 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jan 2020 7:02am
20th Jan 2020 7:02am
Sweet Nasty Gutterslut
Her mind sweet,and
nasty
delicately stained like
a reluctant corpse.
Her lips, sickened with
a plague of darkness.
She creeps,
alone counting blood clots
before she drifts off to
derelict ruins.
Peach-colored windows
stare, like unpunished eyes
at the shoreline.
Her smudged mascara face
cracks,
as she smiles at the edge
of yesterdays grave.
Dirt piled high
for tomorrows sorrowful rain, pouring into a skyless void.
She waits
with needle and thread to
mend the torn...
nasty
delicately stained like
a reluctant corpse.
Her lips, sickened with
a plague of darkness.
She creeps,
alone counting blood clots
before she drifts off to
derelict ruins.
Peach-colored windows
stare, like unpunished eyes
at the shoreline.
Her smudged mascara face
cracks,
as she smiles at the edge
of yesterdays grave.
Dirt piled high
for tomorrows sorrowful rain, pouring into a skyless void.
She waits
with needle and thread to
mend the torn...
#drugs
#despair
662 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jan 2020 8:45pm
18th Jan 2020 8:45pm
Proud To Be A Woman
I am proud to be who I am
the way I look, feel, smell
and taste
I am unique a jewel in the crown
of diversity
You are a woman be proud
of who you are
Put an end to labiaplasty now.
Young women in search of that
"Barbie pussy"
Embarrassed or unsure of
how they are "suppose to look"
You are beautiful just the way
you are
Be proud of your Vulva
Be proud of your womanhood
Be proud to be a Woman
the way I look, feel, smell
and taste
I am unique a jewel in the crown
of diversity
You are a woman be proud
of who you are
Put an end to labiaplasty now.
Young women in search of that
"Barbie pussy"
Embarrassed or unsure of
how they are "suppose to look"
You are beautiful just the way
you are
Be proud of your Vulva
Be proud of your womanhood
Be proud to be a Woman
#SelfWorth
637 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Jan 2020 11:37pm
17th Jan 2020 11:37pm
Pretty Words in Fancy Suits
Thieves, rip away my intention
as I lean in to stroke the earth
with love.
Pulling away the tar paper
I see combat boots, very still pretending they're not there
They wait for pretty words from
those in fancy suits to tell them
it's time to go home.
Limbs with pulsating veins
writhing alongside jugulars
and others that can't be
identified.
Lightening strikes a chord of
hateful pride.
Letters on lips of mourners
mumble, losing syllables as
they move their mouths no
one hears them
...
as I lean in to stroke the earth
with love.
Pulling away the tar paper
I see combat boots, very still pretending they're not there
They wait for pretty words from
those in fancy suits to tell them
it's time to go home.
Limbs with pulsating veins
writhing alongside jugulars
and others that can't be
identified.
Lightening strikes a chord of
hateful pride.
Letters on lips of mourners
mumble, losing syllables as
they move their mouths no
one hears them
...
#war
442 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Jan 2020 4:09am
17th Jan 2020 4:09am
Trash Can Memories
Presented with a choice
I could sit and revisit trashcan
memories, the ones that suspend
me at the waters edge, where
trees grow apples that are rotten
to the core
A place where cracked mason
jars filled with dead Lilly's
are the prettiest things to
look at
I could sit and watch my battered
heart hang by a noose wrapped
with parasitic growth amongst
twisted limbs that lie naked and starving waiting for your return
I could dwell on the vision of
your mouths open to fornication unable to stave...
I could sit and revisit trashcan
memories, the ones that suspend
me at the waters edge, where
trees grow apples that are rotten
to the core
A place where cracked mason
jars filled with dead Lilly's
are the prettiest things to
look at
I could sit and watch my battered
heart hang by a noose wrapped
with parasitic growth amongst
twisted limbs that lie naked and starving waiting for your return
I could dwell on the vision of
your mouths open to fornication unable to stave...
#betrayal
502 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Jan 2020 5:13am
16th Jan 2020 5:13am
Azure Veins
Antlers made of fools gold,
bones, that hang by a string
counted, paying homage to
their immortal god,
Cold air singed by morality
a boiling surge of words
driven, from the mouths of
fiends,
Hearts and minds of gullible
humans who give suck
weaved by designers of
sovereignty
Muted flame textured by
the wind lulls parasitic
tendrils from blind eyes
As harp, whispers liar at
the moon .
They dwell in transparent
reflections, poison hues of
yesterdays flesh ...
bones, that hang by a string
counted, paying homage to
their immortal god,
Cold air singed by morality
a boiling surge of words
driven, from the mouths of
fiends,
Hearts and minds of gullible
humans who give suck
weaved by designers of
sovereignty
Muted flame textured by
the wind lulls parasitic
tendrils from blind eyes
As harp, whispers liar at
the moon .
They dwell in transparent
reflections, poison hues of
yesterdays flesh ...
#religion
616 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Jan 2020 00:38am
16th Jan 2020 00:38am
Starched Bedsheets
I find no consolation between
starched bedsheets, flowers
cumbersome are long gone,
preserved, propped up without
their fragrance.
Sound, without color only the
stirring of the ants who have
made my mind their home
with organized confusion.
They create a masterpiece
begging me to navigate some
lost horizon where they wear
the crowns of kings.
Drops of champagne tear
from sleepy eyes, dried into
crystal dust stored for
tomorrows grief .
Wool from black sheep cover
the backs...
starched bedsheets, flowers
cumbersome are long gone,
preserved, propped up without
their fragrance.
Sound, without color only the
stirring of the ants who have
made my mind their home
with organized confusion.
They create a masterpiece
begging me to navigate some
lost horizon where they wear
the crowns of kings.
Drops of champagne tear
from sleepy eyes, dried into
crystal dust stored for
tomorrows grief .
Wool from black sheep cover
the backs...
#LifeCycle
446 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2020 6:47pm
14th Jan 2020 6:47pm
Custom Drapery for your Masoleum
I stand vertical, looking down
upon thumbnails that grow,
from the tips of unteathered
wings.
Scratching my rough hewn
conscience beneath comfort.
Values dangle, with morality
like bloody hangnails across
solid wood.
Water spills from a bowl, blown
from silica glass, it turns as a
spinning globe,a vintage marble
that skittered.
The light shines onto bent words,
spoken aloud yet, never heard
The wind in her exuberant ways
carried off every apology,
sewing them into the lining ...
upon thumbnails that grow,
from the tips of unteathered
wings.
Scratching my rough hewn
conscience beneath comfort.
Values dangle, with morality
like bloody hangnails across
solid wood.
Water spills from a bowl, blown
from silica glass, it turns as a
spinning globe,a vintage marble
that skittered.
The light shines onto bent words,
spoken aloud yet, never heard
The wind in her exuberant ways
carried off every apology,
sewing them into the lining ...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#vanity #morality
#vanity #morality
446 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jan 2020 8:03am
14th Jan 2020 8:03am
My Mary Beth
A shroud of dense fog, still
without emotion blankets
the mouth of the fjord.
Twisting awareness into an
illusion of a time long past.
Battered, wind over wave
the fjords carven walls etched
deep, like aged old memories
corroded. cornered, and
unforgotten.
My Mary Beth, lonely tortuous memories of a sky, void of
moisture, a desiccated landscape without her.
Weeping soaked my countenance
as my windswept body is dragged,
to the waters edge.
It is there, I search for a single ...
without emotion blankets
the mouth of the fjord.
Twisting awareness into an
illusion of a time long past.
Battered, wind over wave
the fjords carven walls etched
deep, like aged old memories
corroded. cornered, and
unforgotten.
My Mary Beth, lonely tortuous memories of a sky, void of
moisture, a desiccated landscape without her.
Weeping soaked my countenance
as my windswept body is dragged,
to the waters edge.
It is there, I search for a single ...
#love
#grief
#breakup
506 reads
5 Comments
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