Submissions by Valeriyabeyond (Valeriya)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Just a girl with a passion for writing all types of poetry My kink is dark poetry and dark erotica I write dark erotica poetry under the pseudonym Soara BloodRayne which can be found here on DU
DARK POEM
Published
9th Aug 2020 4:06am
9th Aug 2020 4:06am
Fields of Flowers
Empty thoughts scream,
from putrid alleys that
wound to heal.
Peeling back, that part
of the sky that leads to
saffron meadows, the
point of life's departure
Autumns subtlety turning
limbs, slender to the waist
new buds, like rosy nipples
teased by the warmth
Tall reed grass, her golden
hair combed as it falls over
the shoulders of the creek,
her lucid blue eyes pulling
you in, for a soothing touch
as fields of flowers drink fire
from the sky.
Quietness lures me to look ...
from putrid alleys that
wound to heal.
Peeling back, that part
of the sky that leads to
saffron meadows, the
point of life's departure
Autumns subtlety turning
limbs, slender to the waist
new buds, like rosy nipples
teased by the warmth
Tall reed grass, her golden
hair combed as it falls over
the shoulders of the creek,
her lucid blue eyes pulling
you in, for a soothing touch
as fields of flowers drink fire
from the sky.
Quietness lures me to look ...
#sadness
#loneliness
38 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Aug 2020 2:30am
9th Aug 2020 2:30am
Hacking Up Bits of Pornography
Cold slab, where scalpels
and syringes weave
your world back together
Continuously feeding yourself
ake 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 from an old reel
to reel saved for the
quality
...
and syringes weave
your world back together
Continuously feeding yourself
ake 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 from an old reel
to reel saved for the
quality
...
#anger
#lover
70 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jul 2020 8:50am
29th Jul 2020 8:50am
Dogma
Why wrap yourself securely
in someone else's dogma?
It doesn't fit, It needs
to be modified.
Becomes more dogma,
You force feed yourself, a belief someone else, says is for you.
They say, it is the only way,
deniying you, your individuality,
The only thing we have, that
we can claim as our own.
Who I am, who you are,
something we can never be
is, someone else
"Unique" provides the ability
to think according to our will.
Impressions, dirty fingerprints
show up when searching for ...
in someone else's dogma?
It doesn't fit, It needs
to be modified.
Becomes more dogma,
You force feed yourself, a belief someone else, says is for you.
They say, it is the only way,
deniying you, your individuality,
The only thing we have, that
we can claim as our own.
Who I am, who you are,
something we can never be
is, someone else
"Unique" provides the ability
to think according to our will.
Impressions, dirty fingerprints
show up when searching for ...
#LifeChangingMoment
50 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Jul 2020 9:44am
28th Jul 2020 9:44am
The Shutters Creak In The Wind
The future, begins to creak
I don't want to die without you
There is so much to say
I've said too much
I had thoughts of singing
Freefall,
the floor boards creak on
that side if you have stones
in your pockets
I had thoughts of being free
Tidepools wrap the rope twice
around willows branch
the rope won't creak
while swinging
I had thoughts of flying
Wind swept leaves piled high
behind the screen door
neighbors dog barks on point
as the shutters creak in the wind
I had...
I don't want to die without you
There is so much to say
I've said too much
I had thoughts of singing
Freefall,
the floor boards creak on
that side if you have stones
in your pockets
I had thoughts of being free
Tidepools wrap the rope twice
around willows branch
the rope won't creak
while swinging
I had thoughts of flying
Wind swept leaves piled high
behind the screen door
neighbors dog barks on point
as the shutters creak in the wind
I had...
#grief
#death
#FeelingLost
52 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jul 2020 9:22pm
25th Jul 2020 9:22pm
Growing Up A Person Of Color
It feels dark between the rain,
drops magnified from mist,
suspended over cracked sidewalks,
color gone from gray
Daggers lined the streets, of
filthy persuasion where
children play
Who is left to raise up, their
starlit eyes?
I grew up, a person of color
The sky melted before each step.
Puddles, of societal acceptance
drip through the screens
of old lead pane windows
Each season my life brought
new ways, to be accepted
I grew up, waiting for darkness
to split me in two,...
drops magnified from mist,
suspended over cracked sidewalks,
color gone from gray
Daggers lined the streets, of
filthy persuasion where
children play
Who is left to raise up, their
starlit eyes?
I grew up, a person of color
The sky melted before each step.
Puddles, of societal acceptance
drip through the screens
of old lead pane windows
Each season my life brought
new ways, to be accepted
I grew up, waiting for darkness
to split me in two,...
#racism
62 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jul 2020 4:22am
25th Jul 2020 4:22am
Written By a Friend
To JPH, A ‘Nam Buddy Lost. 3MAR1952 – 20JUL2020
When I told your family of your bravery and resolution, you said I was “exaggerating.” When I told your friends how you always balanced conviction with compassion, you said I was “exaggerating.”
On each visit, I told everyone how you saved my life; you said I “was exaggerating.”
There was NO “exaggeration.” Your wounds were silent witness, confirming it all.
If it hadn’t been for you, my life would have ended… at age 19…in that green abattoir.
This morning I learned that you are no longer...
When I told your family of your bravery and resolution, you said I was “exaggerating.” When I told your friends how you always balanced conviction with compassion, you said I was “exaggerating.”
On each visit, I told everyone how you saved my life; you said I “was exaggerating.”
There was NO “exaggeration.” Your wounds were silent witness, confirming it all.
If it hadn’t been for you, my life would have ended… at age 19…in that green abattoir.
This morning I learned that you are no longer...
#love
#friendship
#death
51 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jul 2020 7:26am
24th Jul 2020 7:26am
Wake Up
White absorbent cotton, repels
blood-stained truth.
As conscious thought is left,
to dangle off the serrated edge,
of projected guilt.
Punch drunk existence calms
the wearer, who stumbles over stockpiles of lies and deterrants shredded into facetiae for lockdown entertainment
Anal probe stuffs silence with
its $600 applicator due to expire
upon dependence
Soon, you will bow to the blonde
bimbo without cleavege, who
rocks the world with her
monotoned confidence.
Spitting her fascist bukkaki laced ...
blood-stained truth.
As conscious thought is left,
to dangle off the serrated edge,
of projected guilt.
Punch drunk existence calms
the wearer, who stumbles over stockpiles of lies and deterrants shredded into facetiae for lockdown entertainment
Anal probe stuffs silence with
its $600 applicator due to expire
upon dependence
Soon, you will bow to the blonde
bimbo without cleavege, who
rocks the world with her
monotoned confidence.
Spitting her fascist bukkaki laced ...
#politics
42 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jul 2020 10:28pm
14th Jul 2020 10:28pm
I Could Walk Away
Heat wave mirage creates shapes that hang from the dreadful vine.
Buds with promise, appear to melt onto the vinyl paint
Words peel, into curls fallen
to the floor, from the rounded windowsill, not meant to hold
anything except, all the promises
never kept.
The ones that leap off and shout
I told you so .
Vintage suitcase, in the ugliest shade
of green, leaks pieces of your mind
small fragments you once shared with me .
They leak, into a manual sieve, where
I spend too much time filtering, the good shit that floats...
Buds with promise, appear to melt onto the vinyl paint
Words peel, into curls fallen
to the floor, from the rounded windowsill, not meant to hold
anything except, all the promises
never kept.
The ones that leap off and shout
I told you so .
Vintage suitcase, in the ugliest shade
of green, leaks pieces of your mind
small fragments you once shared with me .
They leak, into a manual sieve, where
I spend too much time filtering, the good shit that floats...
#love
#regret
67 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2020 10:37am
11th Jul 2020 10:37am
Amour Propre
Acrid filth initiates, harvest
Chalky bones provender, for
bastardized longevity.
Desperate music plays, from
the mouth, of a desiccated sun
Plastinated cadavers showcased
replicas of beauty, for the
quantified tourer
Sequencing marks in a
beaker of Corning
Drops of cum tally the eld
Gourmandizer of Amour propre
grasping juvenility sempiternal
Abnormal usance the naked
unprotected
Snakes, eels, Spanish fly
Sacrificial celebrations
Just a little more
Chalky bones provender, for
bastardized longevity.
Desperate music plays, from
the mouth, of a desiccated sun
Plastinated cadavers showcased
replicas of beauty, for the
quantified tourer
Sequencing marks in a
beaker of Corning
Drops of cum tally the eld
Gourmandizer of Amour propre
grasping juvenility sempiternal
Abnormal usance the naked
unprotected
Snakes, eels, Spanish fly
Sacrificial celebrations
Just a little more
#corruption
#greed
39 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jul 2020 10:28am
11th Jul 2020 10:28am
Where's Alice
Injustice, fed by piecemeal for the
followers, desperate and hungry.
What have we become?
A collection of hypnoid mortals
beyond reproach?
Ejected from our pattern, thrown
into preformed geometric shapes?
Laying ourselves down on sheets
of mica, our books no longer used, stacked high as a nightstand beside
our multidimensional mattress.
We sink into our psilocybin dreams,
the sleeper, who cheapens reality
by ripping dull pages, from glossy magazines, model lives leave no
excuse, to pay attention. ...
followers, desperate and hungry.
What have we become?
A collection of hypnoid mortals
beyond reproach?
Ejected from our pattern, thrown
into preformed geometric shapes?
Laying ourselves down on sheets
of mica, our books no longer used, stacked high as a nightstand beside
our multidimensional mattress.
We sink into our psilocybin dreams,
the sleeper, who cheapens reality
by ripping dull pages, from glossy magazines, model lives leave no
excuse, to pay attention. ...
#LifeStruggles
37 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2020 7:31pm
10th Jul 2020 7:31pm
Revelation Of Denial
Wrapped in camoflague, saturated
with essential oils, songs of freedom conceal the dirge.
Asleep, in my ivory colored palace,
under my crisp white duvet, my spirit
is quickened, by chaotic energy.
With force I lie prostrate, in humble solitude where discernment speaks
A lashing surrounds my head, as
sounds of passion and reason, divaricate lies and excuses.
Unstoppable AM/FM vibrational quidnunc feeds the tractable child
Questions rise, tossed away like
sticks and stones, towering over
voices that take shape, many ...
with essential oils, songs of freedom conceal the dirge.
Asleep, in my ivory colored palace,
under my crisp white duvet, my spirit
is quickened, by chaotic energy.
With force I lie prostrate, in humble solitude where discernment speaks
A lashing surrounds my head, as
sounds of passion and reason, divaricate lies and excuses.
Unstoppable AM/FM vibrational quidnunc feeds the tractable child
Questions rise, tossed away like
sticks and stones, towering over
voices that take shape, many ...
#TruthOfLife
#racism
63 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2020 00:41am
8th Jul 2020 00:41am
Within the Shadow of Wapiti
Stillness, below sheltered
skies that wrap me in her love.
I lie down on needles of
ancient pine, warmed by
her heart, that will shine
forever
Stained glass memories
surround me, reminding me
of who I am
No longer searching for
my purpose, my intention
Mother of all, connects
with me, my pride is released,
I accept the blessings of this
sacred earth.
Amongst the trees and
boulder-strewn hills the
land where Wapiti does travel
I was open to receive, energy
from the...
skies that wrap me in her love.
I lie down on needles of
ancient pine, warmed by
her heart, that will shine
forever
Stained glass memories
surround me, reminding me
of who I am
No longer searching for
my purpose, my intention
Mother of all, connects
with me, my pride is released,
I accept the blessings of this
sacred earth.
Amongst the trees and
boulder-strewn hills the
land where Wapiti does travel
I was open to receive, energy
from the...
#nature
#spiritual
42 reads
1 Comment
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