Submissions by Valeriyabeyond (Dhyana)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a girl with a passion for writing
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
357 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
318 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
347 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
283 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jul 2020 3:21am
7th Jul 2020 3:21am
I Will Not Allow That
To be presented with a choice,
I could sit and revisit trashcan
memories the ones that suspend
me at the water's edge.
A place where apples grow
that are rotten to the core.
Where cracked mason
jars filled with dead Lilly's
the prettiest things to look at .
I could watch my battered
heart tangled amongst
twisted limbs that lay naked
and starving, waiting
for your return.
I could, only will not.
For my world, is self created.
I will break away from thoughts
that hinder,...
I could sit and revisit trashcan
memories the ones that suspend
me at the water's edge.
A place where apples grow
that are rotten to the core.
Where cracked mason
jars filled with dead Lilly's
the prettiest things to look at .
I could watch my battered
heart tangled amongst
twisted limbs that lay naked
and starving, waiting
for your return.
I could, only will not.
For my world, is self created.
I will break away from thoughts
that hinder,...
#courage
#freedom
#determination
397 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Jul 2020 9:06am
6th Jul 2020 9:06am
Outdated Beauty
Littered words spill, from
my mouth, their shredded
edges makes them look
lovely I think, a modernistic
work of art
Sewn together like left
over stained glass from
hells chapel
Chips, of lead paint covers
my eyes with Irritation,
under my lids leaveing
bloodshot veins to hang,
from my sockets .
Dangle, touching my
parched cheek in need,
of your moisture.
Lick me where I need it
most, you never will.
I can't feel, through this
decaying memory, of...
my mouth, their shredded
edges makes them look
lovely I think, a modernistic
work of art
Sewn together like left
over stained glass from
hells chapel
Chips, of lead paint covers
my eyes with Irritation,
under my lids leaveing
bloodshot veins to hang,
from my sockets .
Dangle, touching my
parched cheek in need,
of your moisture.
Lick me where I need it
most, you never will.
I can't feel, through this
decaying memory, of...
#heartbroken
400 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Jul 2020 11:05pm
5th Jul 2020 11:05pm
Slippage of Time
Linger here with me, where
voices of insanity swirl, within
the whirlpool of a naked river.
Where pine tar drips, like tears
from a bleeding conifer
torn asunder, by words
not intended to be spoken,
Cries heard, of myself
when I was young,
trapped, in the vulnerability
of a blossom, submerged
in wax.
Reaching high, where a cross
stitch pattern of lonely confusion
weaves it's way, through
determination, etching out
promises never kept
Promises of a breath, that ...
voices of insanity swirl, within
the whirlpool of a naked river.
Where pine tar drips, like tears
from a bleeding conifer
torn asunder, by words
not intended to be spoken,
Cries heard, of myself
when I was young,
trapped, in the vulnerability
of a blossom, submerged
in wax.
Reaching high, where a cross
stitch pattern of lonely confusion
weaves it's way, through
determination, etching out
promises never kept
Promises of a breath, that ...
#love
#depression
#dark
407 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2020 7:27pm
3rd Jul 2020 7:27pm
Don't Say Goodbye,
Cobalt tides spiral, a chaotic
whorl of fractal images on
silica, burn the windswept
dunes where ankles sink.
Influence flows, over sounds
that spill, from yesterday's
pocket, slicing through time,
like blades of sharp grass.
The melody of us, defined.
Boughs lean in, under the
weight, of physical death.
Sorrow passes, replaced with
understanding, that our life,
our love, will never fade
whorl of fractal images on
silica, burn the windswept
dunes where ankles sink.
Influence flows, over sounds
that spill, from yesterday's
pocket, slicing through time,
like blades of sharp grass.
The melody of us, defined.
Boughs lean in, under the
weight, of physical death.
Sorrow passes, replaced with
understanding, that our life,
our love, will never fade
#love
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
527 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jun 2020 11:43pm
24th Jun 2020 11:43pm
Frayed Edges of the Same Cloth
I turn my eyes, contrary to
the usual reflection of sufficient
light, now reveals an
antagonistic view.
Distorted, frayed edges
between the continuum,
from black to white,
bewilders clarity.
Overwhelming silence, from
those to whom benefit
seems granted
Separation begins as
protracted controversy rises
from those of common descent
Turmoil, destruction cries
in the night, an echo against
the skin of a broken drum
Deafening silence, befalls
a portion of the ones whose ...
the usual reflection of sufficient
light, now reveals an
antagonistic view.
Distorted, frayed edges
between the continuum,
from black to white,
bewilders clarity.
Overwhelming silence, from
those to whom benefit
seems granted
Separation begins as
protracted controversy rises
from those of common descent
Turmoil, destruction cries
in the night, an echo against
the skin of a broken drum
Deafening silence, befalls
a portion of the ones whose ...
#racism
#respect
#responsibility
509 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2020 1:22am
23rd Jun 2020 1:22am
The One With The Wicked Cowlick
Shadows cast their weight ,
over the credulous who give
suck, to the toxin that spurts
from the mouth , of the one
with the wicked cowlick ,
and defensive grin.
His words, laced with
belladonna fill the cup ,
from which they drink, the
intoxicant a tinder , for blind
hateful pride that turns the
millstone ,of racism in crimson
waters where liberty , and
the voices of mourners ,drown.
Come nigh, dollar bills rush in
like a savior in a storm, no relief
for those who rake bodies , ...
over the credulous who give
suck, to the toxin that spurts
from the mouth , of the one
with the wicked cowlick ,
and defensive grin.
His words, laced with
belladonna fill the cup ,
from which they drink, the
intoxicant a tinder , for blind
hateful pride that turns the
millstone ,of racism in crimson
waters where liberty , and
the voices of mourners ,drown.
Come nigh, dollar bills rush in
like a savior in a storm, no relief
for those who rake bodies , ...
#anger
#corruption
#death
#racism
#CallToAction
460 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2020 7:08am
14th Jun 2020 7:08am
My Guidance Counselor
You, me, yo no
Persuasion,
brought before me
It's degree, is heightened
beyond beauty
Limerance set aside
with folly
I find clear lucidity
in artful service
A perpetual state
of non-resistance
The deep, unobstructed,
unfolded,
In me,
you are limitless
Ego dissolved,
conssumate
Subconscious pain,
altered
Into conscious elation
A determined touch,
leads me to open waters
where I dive
into willfull embodiment
Me, you, yo...
Persuasion,
brought before me
It's degree, is heightened
beyond beauty
Limerance set aside
with folly
I find clear lucidity
in artful service
A perpetual state
of non-resistance
The deep, unobstructed,
unfolded,
In me,
you are limitless
Ego dissolved,
conssumate
Subconscious pain,
altered
Into conscious elation
A determined touch,
leads me to open waters
where I dive
into willfull embodiment
Me, you, yo...
#SelfDiscovery
431 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jun 2020 9:55pm
7th Jun 2020 9:55pm
The Racist American Dream
The most profound racist
in America does not have
a color, and it is not
on the streets protesting.
The racist is the institution of
The United States of America.
Within it's blueprint is a gauge to determine the potential risk , or danger to it's Agenda
Any thought, or action that may attempt, or assume the position
towards change, or any action that would lead one to deviate from, the intended path, the path that was designed to keep everyone in their place, would be identified followed by
protocol to...
in America does not have
a color, and it is not
on the streets protesting.
The racist is the institution of
The United States of America.
Within it's blueprint is a gauge to determine the potential risk , or danger to it's Agenda
Any thought, or action that may attempt, or assume the position
towards change, or any action that would lead one to deviate from, the intended path, the path that was designed to keep everyone in their place, would be identified followed by
protocol to...
#racism
458 reads
6 Comments
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