Submissions by Valeriyabeyond (Dhyana)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a girl with a passion for writing
When the World Appears Phosphorescent
Vintage family photographs
tucked into the pages of hard backed books long overlooked grace the rack at the second
hand store .
Harsh lighting pitts itself against squares of dull paper, stained
a benign sepia and brown
The once shiney layer has broken down into feathered ends that fade to black against a white border.
The surface is pleasant , searching for emotion with quiet fingertips over the face of a girl who reminds us of our own
Aunt Jean.
She leans lightly into her task
of gardening, of watering hydrangea
Their...
tucked into the pages of hard backed books long overlooked grace the rack at the second
hand store .
Harsh lighting pitts itself against squares of dull paper, stained
a benign sepia and brown
The once shiney layer has broken down into feathered ends that fade to black against a white border.
The surface is pleasant , searching for emotion with quiet fingertips over the face of a girl who reminds us of our own
Aunt Jean.
She leans lightly into her task
of gardening, of watering hydrangea
Their...
#memories
#LifeCycle
370 reads
3 Comments
Love
If love is funneled through
the stem of morality
It fails to be love
the stem of morality
It fails to be love
#love
528 reads
9 Comments
Ebb And Flow Sustains
The undertone of a
Ukrainian sky diluted
by the tears
of a rising sun.
A reckless blush divides
the layers of a disrupted
horizon with a tinge
not unlike sanguine fluid
or that of a rancid
blood orange
This new day, dishonored
by a blend of parched
watercolor, or a bad memory
dragging the lurid end of
yesterday into the face
of promise.
Stealing away belief while
putting back the emanation
of a fool's paradise
An ebb and flow sustains
the give and take of...
Ukrainian sky diluted
by the tears
of a rising sun.
A reckless blush divides
the layers of a disrupted
horizon with a tinge
not unlike sanguine fluid
or that of a rancid
blood orange
This new day, dishonored
by a blend of parched
watercolor, or a bad memory
dragging the lurid end of
yesterday into the face
of promise.
Stealing away belief while
putting back the emanation
of a fool's paradise
An ebb and flow sustains
the give and take of...
#war
#peace
392 reads
3 Comments
Sovereign I Am
I want to shed my skin
worn and wrinkled by
the toils of life
I long for answers buried
beneath human ignorance
Openly I bare the soles
of my feet ground me
on fertile soil
I stand humbled as my heart
speaks to the heart
of this ancient forest
Spirit to Spirits within
this realm, surround me
with solitude, sovereign
I am
A Goddess, strong
in knowing my loneliness
is lost in contradiction
to this oneness, I feel
Peace moistens my reflection
insight, is touched...
worn and wrinkled by
the toils of life
I long for answers buried
beneath human ignorance
Openly I bare the soles
of my feet ground me
on fertile soil
I stand humbled as my heart
speaks to the heart
of this ancient forest
Spirit to Spirits within
this realm, surround me
with solitude, sovereign
I am
A Goddess, strong
in knowing my loneliness
is lost in contradiction
to this oneness, I feel
Peace moistens my reflection
insight, is touched...
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
514 reads
5 Comments
You Are As Poison As Ivy
Sometimes I see life
as a sickening metaphor
I see you, your beautiful suffocation, in contrasting
yellows and greens.
Each wrap an aggressive attempt to defeat the chaos you create
Coiling round rusted rebar
that rises between blades
of sharp grass you are there
sucking all strength and
integrity
You watch as you hinder all
leaving them to crawl through narrow spaces where the
question of why is still asked
as if an answer would justify ignorance or stop the dissolve
You are...
as a sickening metaphor
I see you, your beautiful suffocation, in contrasting
yellows and greens.
Each wrap an aggressive attempt to defeat the chaos you create
Coiling round rusted rebar
that rises between blades
of sharp grass you are there
sucking all strength and
integrity
You watch as you hinder all
leaving them to crawl through narrow spaces where the
question of why is still asked
as if an answer would justify ignorance or stop the dissolve
You are...
#love
#dark
#vanity
534 reads
1 Comment
The Death of Love.
Not a Poem
My husband, that very same asshole who has been a part
of my life for forty-four years
is dying
I have struggled to get away
from him.
I have run away from him
I have vowed to never see him again no matter what
until I get the next phone call informing me of another hospitilazation
This time. he made a frantic
call to me while I was in
California four hours away .
He was lost, out walking
in the desert at 11:00 pm
he did not know where he was
and was crying
He is 68 years old and was recently...
My husband, that very same asshole who has been a part
of my life for forty-four years
is dying
I have struggled to get away
from him.
I have run away from him
I have vowed to never see him again no matter what
until I get the next phone call informing me of another hospitilazation
This time. he made a frantic
call to me while I was in
California four hours away .
He was lost, out walking
in the desert at 11:00 pm
he did not know where he was
and was crying
He is 68 years old and was recently...
#love
#death
317 reads
Relish in Obedience
Pieces of you lie about
worn layers discarded
repced by ones that
do not love.
Unloving does not fit
the space left empty
Disrespect shines off
the reflection on the tops
of your shiny shoes
You, your own best enemy
stares up at you
Gripping, skin stripped
bare bone you gather
bonding what doesnt feel right
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 bare...
worn layers discarded
repced by ones that
do not love.
Unloving does not fit
the space left empty
Disrespect shines off
the reflection on the tops
of your shiny shoes
You, your own best enemy
stares up at you
Gripping, skin stripped
bare bone you gather
bonding what doesnt feel right
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 bare...
#anger
#vanity
#SelfWorth
441 reads
11 Comments
Hope To Die
Cries, heard of myself
when I was young, bear the
likeness of a blossom
submerged in wax
I reach far and wide to build
a pattern of lonely confusion
that weaves it's way with
determination
seeking answers to why
promises made were never kept.
Promises of a full breath
a smile, that brings sunshine
to the mouth of those who are
tormented by life who lay undead
in a field of withered daisys
twice dead within a cracked jar,
Linger here, at the naked river...
when I was young, bear the
likeness of a blossom
submerged in wax
I reach far and wide to build
a pattern of lonely confusion
that weaves it's way with
determination
seeking answers to why
promises made were never kept.
Promises of a full breath
a smile, that brings sunshine
to the mouth of those who are
tormented by life who lay undead
in a field of withered daisys
twice dead within a cracked jar,
Linger here, at the naked river...
#depression
#MentalHealth
388 reads
3 Comments
Cat Sings a Lullaby
My vice, my hate and envy
my potent organic phenomenon
Worn and lame my soul
cries for division, like ions cascading across the water
fighting their magnetism
Splitting hairs with radioactive
waste, left nothing but a
parched life for the sorry bird
that used to feast on dragonfly's silence beyond the sun
Free me to shovel divinity
into hungry mouths
hear the gurgle from the sulking cat whose high on sedatives
struggling to sing soft lullabies
to a toxic moon
In the end don't look for me ...
my potent organic phenomenon
Worn and lame my soul
cries for division, like ions cascading across the water
fighting their magnetism
Splitting hairs with radioactive
waste, left nothing but a
parched life for the sorry bird
that used to feast on dragonfly's silence beyond the sun
Free me to shovel divinity
into hungry mouths
hear the gurgle from the sulking cat whose high on sedatives
struggling to sing soft lullabies
to a toxic moon
In the end don't look for me ...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
328 reads
3 Comments
Old U.S. Hwy
Old US Hwy worn and patched
leads me into tomorrow
where my direction is unknown
Today, it depends on the wind.
Ancient watershed continues south from the hills where
I receive peace quickly interrupted by riverweeds and their annoying fluff causing me to hack
sounding like someone else
from a distance
Frequencies sent out in vibrations create a confusion on the FM dial the silence breaks, long enough
to hear it say my name in vulgar tones and mock my existence.
I found it best to ignore those who dont believe...
leads me into tomorrow
where my direction is unknown
Today, it depends on the wind.
Ancient watershed continues south from the hills where
I receive peace quickly interrupted by riverweeds and their annoying fluff causing me to hack
sounding like someone else
from a distance
Frequencies sent out in vibrations create a confusion on the FM dial the silence breaks, long enough
to hear it say my name in vulgar tones and mock my existence.
I found it best to ignore those who dont believe...
#love
#LifeChangingMoment
447 reads
3 Comments
Stained Glass
Upright pylons rusted
prevent the necessary
touching of the sky
where sorrowful whispers
disguised as glue
creep through cracked bones
mending the pain of lost joy.
Tattered remnants of lack
awaken to hold confines
at the bottom of a destructive
ego pleasing cage , crowded
with littered words that spill
from a frayed mouth
Shredded edges, sewn
together like stained glass
from hells chapel
A modernistic work of art
Heavy tears stringent , coats
the eyes...
prevent the necessary
touching of the sky
where sorrowful whispers
disguised as glue
creep through cracked bones
mending the pain of lost joy.
Tattered remnants of lack
awaken to hold confines
at the bottom of a destructive
ego pleasing cage , crowded
with littered words that spill
from a frayed mouth
Shredded edges, sewn
together like stained glass
from hells chapel
A modernistic work of art
Heavy tears stringent , coats
the eyes...
#anxiety
#forgiveness
446 reads
4 Comments
Ravish our Truth
#love
#erotic
#passion
555 reads
6 Comments
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