Submissions by Valeriyabeyond (Dhyana)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a girl with a passion for writing
Good Morning Sky
First impressions, we all have em,
some better than others.
(She has unintentionally set the stage)
( screeeeck) wait up, rewind, there
is intention in all that you do.
Sky dancer.
Morning breaks, and so does
the damn tea cup.
One sip, and R.S. Prussia cracks
Earl's seeping onto already stained tatting, great. As I sit and stare
Straight up quiet, I can hear the
sounds of the wren on the front
stoop, tapping his beak on the
saucer under the plant, beside
the door.
Little wren Morris code, ...
some better than others.
(She has unintentionally set the stage)
( screeeeck) wait up, rewind, there
is intention in all that you do.
Sky dancer.
Morning breaks, and so does
the damn tea cup.
One sip, and R.S. Prussia cracks
Earl's seeping onto already stained tatting, great. As I sit and stare
Straight up quiet, I can hear the
sounds of the wren on the front
stoop, tapping his beak on the
saucer under the plant, beside
the door.
Little wren Morris code, ...
#love
#friendship
#birthday
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You Have Changed My Landscape- Forever
Twitch-
and quiver, hungry filth,
initiates the harvest
Pluck-
new buds that sprout, from
sweat, pits wet, and warm
deep- throat, shallow breath
Lick-
the sin laden consciousness
from the corners of my mouth
Drag-
then rake me across
blanketed awareness, exhaustion perpetrates, withdrawal
Re entry-
quench languished minds
Secrets pushed further inward
You have changed my landscape
Forever
and quiver, hungry filth,
initiates the harvest
Pluck-
new buds that sprout, from
sweat, pits wet, and warm
deep- throat, shallow breath
Lick-
the sin laden consciousness
from the corners of my mouth
Drag-
then rake me across
blanketed awareness, exhaustion perpetrates, withdrawal
Re entry-
quench languished minds
Secrets pushed further inward
You have changed my landscape
Forever
#lust
#erotic
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Transference Through Acceptance of Balance
To recognize
the principle of love, it must be
seen from mindful awareness
To funnell love through the stem
of morality, Is not love
Fill your mind, your body with
guilt and fear, it will flourish
within an empty heart,
It leaves no room for good
intentions
We know , now
Yet, we continue on in ignorance,
looking for truth, it's how we define ourselves, as if it were an individual uniqueness, that can only be
attained, by struggle and heartache.
We step out, of now
Into wave upon wave of...
the principle of love, it must be
seen from mindful awareness
To funnell love through the stem
of morality, Is not love
Fill your mind, your body with
guilt and fear, it will flourish
within an empty heart,
It leaves no room for good
intentions
We know , now
Yet, we continue on in ignorance,
looking for truth, it's how we define ourselves, as if it were an individual uniqueness, that can only be
attained, by struggle and heartache.
We step out, of now
Into wave upon wave of...
#love
#spiritual
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Take Me Away Into Nocturnal
She resembled a mannequin perched,
on a gawdy bistro chair.
Skinny ivory legs crossed, black-X vinyl
stickers she wore as
pasties, over her flat breasts.
Clumsy worn out ideas, fall to the floor with
yesterday's cocktails
adding her scent, of scorched apricots and
fermented pears
as she spoke...
Her words deadened silence, and culled
the living
She saw him watching
her from the back of
the darkened room.
"Spin my skull, to taste your voice you are
everything, that is ...
on a gawdy bistro chair.
Skinny ivory legs crossed, black-X vinyl
stickers she wore as
pasties, over her flat breasts.
Clumsy worn out ideas, fall to the floor with
yesterday's cocktails
adding her scent, of scorched apricots and
fermented pears
as she spoke...
Her words deadened silence, and culled
the living
She saw him watching
her from the back of
the darkened room.
"Spin my skull, to taste your voice you are
everything, that is ...
#dark
#morality
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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