Submissions by Valeriyabeyond (Dhyana)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a girl with a passion for writing
DARK POEM
Published
8th May 2020 1:21am
8th May 2020 1:21am
Weakness Will Not Do
Fire
burns bright, burning
her from the inside.
The face of rage lit,
stands on her back,
Lies,
they dont fit well today
Weakness, never got her
anywhere, maybe chasing
rainbows, dreaming
of all the pretty things,
nice girls, like.
Now,
they lay in a pile rusted,
broken, like a corroded symbol
of life, after death
Something
she builds strength from,
her pain, fortified with anger .
Fake......
She stumbles,
over what could be, probably ...
burns bright, burning
her from the inside.
The face of rage lit,
stands on her back,
Lies,
they dont fit well today
Weakness, never got her
anywhere, maybe chasing
rainbows, dreaming
of all the pretty things,
nice girls, like.
Now,
they lay in a pile rusted,
broken, like a corroded symbol
of life, after death
Something
she builds strength from,
her pain, fortified with anger .
Fake......
She stumbles,
over what could be, probably ...
#lies
#TruthOfLife
473 reads
5 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th May 2020 9:19pm
7th May 2020 9:19pm
What The Ancestors Kenned
NO More, Eyes, Fixed -
Svengali Attitudes
Abnigate Deadwood
Breathe The Esoteric
Svengali Attitudes
Abnigate Deadwood
Breathe The Esoteric
#spiritual
#learning
384 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th May 2020 4:55am
7th May 2020 4:55am
Psychomimetic
The Offering , Your Soul
Exchanged For Eternal Life
Torture Device Hangs On
Your Neck
Blood Sacrifice Blood Worship
Spiritual Adrenochrome
Or Esoterically Evolved
Exchanged For Eternal Life
Torture Device Hangs On
Your Neck
Blood Sacrifice Blood Worship
Spiritual Adrenochrome
Or Esoterically Evolved
#religion
440 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th May 2020 11:48pm
6th May 2020 11:48pm
The Greatest Panjamdrum
There once was a philologist
a selcouth bagnio- callypgian
A lost man, gorgonized with
a dirl forming upon
his hairy philtrum
He would lulliloo, from his
cockloft, sounding like a
Hookah Hubble Bubble
escaping from a keld.
Notably strange indeed
A rare renifleur, who
collected kackidrosis
within a pooter bottle
a selcouth bagnio- callypgian
A lost man, gorgonized with
a dirl forming upon
his hairy philtrum
He would lulliloo, from his
cockloft, sounding like a
Hookah Hubble Bubble
escaping from a keld.
Notably strange indeed
A rare renifleur, who
collected kackidrosis
within a pooter bottle
#funny
444 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th May 2020 6:16pm
6th May 2020 6:16pm
Compensation For The Abused
Stark white linen, hangs
from ligaments, a cohesive
weld, with a twist of cartiledge
binding the wicked in an
orgy, of floccillation.
Tattered prayer cloths exposed,
erect near the steeple,
where children no longer
play
They lie down, where
morning glories lose their
heads
Esthesis in a mottled sky,
carried by East wind
Dogs teeth chaw, ptyalise
the cud of dead persona
While four bearded elders
stand, empty sewing
the eyelids shut, of one
another
...
from ligaments, a cohesive
weld, with a twist of cartiledge
binding the wicked in an
orgy, of floccillation.
Tattered prayer cloths exposed,
erect near the steeple,
where children no longer
play
They lie down, where
morning glories lose their
heads
Esthesis in a mottled sky,
carried by East wind
Dogs teeth chaw, ptyalise
the cud of dead persona
While four bearded elders
stand, empty sewing
the eyelids shut, of one
another
...
#abuse
#religion
434 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
4th May 2020 6:34am
4th May 2020 6:34am
Blackberries Scratch My Legs
Behind rice paper walls, there is
a stillness, I stand alone to watch
others cry
I nervously spit stray words
into the mouth of the sun,
leftovers that my sorrows have
shed, the words i love the ones I
would die for
Lonely laughter sprouts from
tiny cups I have tethered to my
split end's, they split more,
as sojourners from the north
move in blocking my view
of the rain.
I stoop to gather soot from
crumbling chimneys to spread,
on my lips
The taste brings back solid ...
a stillness, I stand alone to watch
others cry
I nervously spit stray words
into the mouth of the sun,
leftovers that my sorrows have
shed, the words i love the ones I
would die for
Lonely laughter sprouts from
tiny cups I have tethered to my
split end's, they split more,
as sojourners from the north
move in blocking my view
of the rain.
I stoop to gather soot from
crumbling chimneys to spread,
on my lips
The taste brings back solid ...
#depression
#grief
438 reads
9 Comments
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