Submissions by _shadoe_ (katyusha)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
poet? not so much... but i do a fantastic robot bunny impression
she laid down her wings
&} i crawl'd from the black mass ov odin's eyelessness,
slipt thru the morass ov conformity, dark wing'd {spineless}
an oil'slick iridescence_ harshly beautiful, carv'd from roots
torn up at the axis ov space {&} then set to flame
embla to his ask:-
would that he could have shap'd the world from my songbird skull
{my iris for his dark lashes
my throat for his fingers}
slept in the tangl'd knots ov my veins, let me twist myself
around his world(s) submerg'd in my holy water tears
Æsir to my vanir:-
life, death, chaos* this...
slipt thru the morass ov conformity, dark wing'd {spineless}
an oil'slick iridescence_ harshly beautiful, carv'd from roots
torn up at the axis ov space {&} then set to flame
embla to his ask:-
would that he could have shap'd the world from my songbird skull
{my iris for his dark lashes
my throat for his fingers}
slept in the tangl'd knots ov my veins, let me twist myself
around his world(s) submerg'd in my holy water tears
Æsir to my vanir:-
life, death, chaos* this...
#confessional
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skull crusher
iii}
to reiterate: - i
hear your touch_ an echo ov shivers licking the fine hairs
across the surface ov my skin
as tho you're blowing wishes on may dandelion bones
oblivious to marching clocks ~the wanton heat that lives
like a tingle somewhere twixt spine {&} sinew, manipulat'd by
ungentl'd insistence
in the creative push ov fingers & tongue {the livewire that exists
at the crux ov my vanity
alive}
{ii}
[un]willingly angl'd to degrees ov accessibility
butterfli'd
from cunt to throat,...
to reiterate: - i
hear your touch_ an echo ov shivers licking the fine hairs
across the surface ov my skin
as tho you're blowing wishes on may dandelion bones
oblivious to marching clocks ~the wanton heat that lives
like a tingle somewhere twixt spine {&} sinew, manipulat'd by
ungentl'd insistence
in the creative push ov fingers & tongue {the livewire that exists
at the crux ov my vanity
alive}
{ii}
[un]willingly angl'd to degrees ov accessibility
butterfli'd
from cunt to throat,...
#confessional
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a poem-type-thing for a poet ~
dear charkhol'd dichotomy ov half-light {&} midday ~
your words were blood {&} ash in my mouth; a sinister swell
ov larvae writ(h)ing
[decadent metaphors]
coagulat'd in runes amid the leaves steeping in cut glass
monkshood merlot
savor'd on fork'd tongue, sips ov bruise
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a copper coin maelstrom against scarr'd discern [hearse/nak'd filament
hipster bold
asylum invitation]
tannin tenets, the (un)holy scripture ov pagan communion
wafer-thin curs(iv)'d verse
sit ...
your words were blood {&} ash in my mouth; a sinister swell
ov larvae writ(h)ing
[decadent metaphors]
coagulat'd in runes amid the leaves steeping in cut glass
monkshood merlot
savor'd on fork'd tongue, sips ov bruise
s
w
i
r
l
'd
a copper coin maelstrom against scarr'd discern [hearse/nak'd filament
hipster bold
asylum invitation]
tannin tenets, the (un)holy scripture ov pagan communion
wafer-thin curs(iv)'d verse
sit ...
#gratitude
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la vie de bohéme ~ {xxvi}
iii]
the stars shatter
& exhale their amniotic dust
as a sigh from the crescent moon ov your mouth;
your breath [a world] against my lingerie tint'd lips;
i am a mist ov rosehip,
a nest ov fragile turquoise veins
anchor'd by your weight at the cradle ov my hips,
a pressing threat ov self-immolation
[ii]
weighing the worth ov your salt
in the dimple ov my navel,
a transference ov pearlescent exertion
thrust upon my skin by your pores.
[i]
where is the cataclysm, the familiar rushing ferocity ...
the stars shatter
& exhale their amniotic dust
as a sigh from the crescent moon ov your mouth;
your breath [a world] against my lingerie tint'd lips;
i am a mist ov rosehip,
a nest ov fragile turquoise veins
anchor'd by your weight at the cradle ov my hips,
a pressing threat ov self-immolation
[ii]
weighing the worth ov your salt
in the dimple ov my navel,
a transference ov pearlescent exertion
thrust upon my skin by your pores.
[i]
where is the cataclysm, the familiar rushing ferocity ...
#confessional
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tuck your self-pity, you pussy arsed c**t
my apologies in advance, i'm usually super nice until someone presses the cunt button
and then I'm a thundering twatosaurus
I'm so angry, you could boil a fucking egg in my arse}
{iii}
my father loved me too much, it is known
{GOT fans, need to echo that like a dothraki, please
or my being clever is just lost}
mother didn't love me enough to open her eyes, it is known
& so...
... i grew the fuck up and became a functioning human being
who owns up to her shit because excuses
for perpetuating the cycle only go so far
...
and then I'm a thundering twatosaurus
I'm so angry, you could boil a fucking egg in my arse}
{iii}
my father loved me too much, it is known
{GOT fans, need to echo that like a dothraki, please
or my being clever is just lost}
mother didn't love me enough to open her eyes, it is known
& so...
... i grew the fuck up and became a functioning human being
who owns up to her shit because excuses
for perpetuating the cycle only go so far
...
#anger
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ignore this... i'm half past drunk {&} you're confusing me just a little more than i should allow ~
iv}
flirting with gash'd lashes
{maybe
just a little
once
briefly}
an embryo in the disect'd belly ov a pomegranate
seed'd as i was by you in that moment
{iii}
tissue paper memoria circle the drain in my bath full
ov cocaine & kerosene_
i clean my whoring wounds with disolving love letters
& it matters not that words disperse in anemone tendrils
ov curiosity
{ii}
lick the crisis from my lips,
i have all my buttons pretzel'd
{i}
there is a part ov me,
all...
flirting with gash'd lashes
{maybe
just a little
once
briefly}
an embryo in the disect'd belly ov a pomegranate
seed'd as i was by you in that moment
{iii}
tissue paper memoria circle the drain in my bath full
ov cocaine & kerosene_
i clean my whoring wounds with disolving love letters
& it matters not that words disperse in anemone tendrils
ov curiosity
{ii}
lick the crisis from my lips,
i have all my buttons pretzel'd
{i}
there is a part ov me,
all...
#confessional
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he, the aether ~ {vi}
iv]
the sounds ov us are decoupag'd, press'd between the walls
like last winter's azaleas
i often summon from the scrapbook ov my
pentagram'd cunt
from the back ov my eyes where we lie dirty & graffiti'd,
the back alley ov love stories; perfum'd with piss & red wine
spilling from my navel
[iii]
too long chas'e, hound'd thru the count ov threads
my arse decor'd by vintage stamps. i have paid your postage
in fitt'd she's, the fingers ov my madness digress
carve anew path, fold a questioning...
the sounds ov us are decoupag'd, press'd between the walls
like last winter's azaleas
i often summon from the scrapbook ov my
pentagram'd cunt
from the back ov my eyes where we lie dirty & graffiti'd,
the back alley ov love stories; perfum'd with piss & red wine
spilling from my navel
[iii]
too long chas'e, hound'd thru the count ov threads
my arse decor'd by vintage stamps. i have paid your postage
in fitt'd she's, the fingers ov my madness digress
carve anew path, fold a questioning...
#confessional
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NaPoWriMo 2020 {poems 16-30} ~ miscellany, minutiae, etceteras
16/30
la vie de bohéme ~ {xii}
i remember, fondly
the wrinkl'd softness ov
viktoriya's hands
lin'd with yenta-wisdom
when she first press'd
styrofoam into
my youth; instilling
frozen nostalgia
which lingers still
in the teaspoon
{sweet peppermint
{&} bitter chocolate} ...
la vie de bohéme ~ {xii}
i remember, fondly
the wrinkl'd softness ov
viktoriya's hands
lin'd with yenta-wisdom
when she first press'd
styrofoam into
my youth; instilling
frozen nostalgia
which lingers still
in the teaspoon
{sweet peppermint
{&} bitter chocolate} ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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NaPoWriMo 2020 {poems 1-15} ~ miscellany, minutiae, etceteras
foreword:
well... fuuuuuuuuck ltm
there's sort of a theme, i think...
... maybe it's more like a half-cock'd idea
oh, tiny gods ___
i have no idea what i'm doing
apart from sticking random words, profanity & some sacrilege together
with even more random punctuation
& copious amounts ov wine
& hoping someone thinks i'm a fecking genius:-
😱 ...
well... fuuuuuuuuck ltm
there's sort of a theme, i think...
... maybe it's more like a half-cock'd idea
oh, tiny gods ___
i have no idea what i'm doing
apart from sticking random words, profanity & some sacrilege together
with even more random punctuation
& copious amounts ov wine
& hoping someone thinks i'm a fecking genius:-
😱 ...
#NaPoWriMo2020
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autumnal miscellany {&} minutiae i ~ i think this was meant to be erotica but it's f**k'd now
iii} i think i know where this is going but can never be sure;
i am just a conduit, adrift in half form'd thoughts_ buri'd with the bones ov words & trying to exhale flesh...
mayhap you might show me where it all leads:
mir'd in this schism ov uninspir'd, artless breath
whistling thru the skeletal structures/strictures from which i
have swung
by the noose ov my arteries_ a bleeding mass ov heart {&} cunt
suffocating in the grip
ov everything i pretend not to feel
{ii} at my exhumation, when i am wrapped warm in the tatters ov...
i am just a conduit, adrift in half form'd thoughts_ buri'd with the bones ov words & trying to exhale flesh...
mayhap you might show me where it all leads:
mir'd in this schism ov uninspir'd, artless breath
whistling thru the skeletal structures/strictures from which i
have swung
by the noose ov my arteries_ a bleeding mass ov heart {&} cunt
suffocating in the grip
ov everything i pretend not to feel
{ii} at my exhumation, when i am wrapped warm in the tatters ov...
#confessional
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just testing my pen
iii}
press'd twixt cheek & tongue, two syllables
hammer'd into soft tissue
an orchid-sweet confession ov bone [&] sinew
rasping pores, the glide ov saline pearls
in the slivers where light pools & is swallow'd as hills fall
surge in angst
collapse as spun glass paroxysms
{ii}
the violent storm ov pupil inhaling iris_ devouring lash & skin
unbuttoning ribs
until my faberge heart shatters, needles my insides
your fingertips
that breathless space between my nothingness
& the warmth ov your...
press'd twixt cheek & tongue, two syllables
hammer'd into soft tissue
an orchid-sweet confession ov bone [&] sinew
rasping pores, the glide ov saline pearls
in the slivers where light pools & is swallow'd as hills fall
surge in angst
collapse as spun glass paroxysms
{ii}
the violent storm ov pupil inhaling iris_ devouring lash & skin
unbuttoning ribs
until my faberge heart shatters, needles my insides
your fingertips
that breathless space between my nothingness
& the warmth ov your...
#confessional
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