Submissions by _shadoe_ (.............)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction poet? not so much... but i do a fantastic robot bunny impression
apadravya worship ~ {xi}
iii}
i read the seams of your failed
self-immolation
& threaded a lash through the eye of a needle
to embroider a musallah in
the loom of your scars.
I found the eastern horizon in
the mihrab that stretched between your ribs,
in the nexus of raised tissue & ink
like a neglected holy book.
{ii}
there was a systematic awakening of my
inactive consciousness,
a molecular stirring to automation
& i felt
the moment's potential, the pulse of kismet
vital & necessary beneath my bare...
i read the seams of your failed
self-immolation
& threaded a lash through the eye of a needle
to embroider a musallah in
the loom of your scars.
I found the eastern horizon in
the mihrab that stretched between your ribs,
in the nexus of raised tissue & ink
like a neglected holy book.
{ii}
there was a systematic awakening of my
inactive consciousness,
a molecular stirring to automation
& i felt
the moment's potential, the pulse of kismet
vital & necessary beneath my bare...
#lust
#erotic
#BDSM #spiritual
#BDSM #spiritual
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he, the aether ~ {ii}
iv}
lust was nicotine & your tsipouro soaked tongue.
finger fucking on the edge of a pit,
the circling crush of unfamiliar bones
drifting
grazing
fevered
grinding
the drunken sway on too-high-heels
to black whispers
{iii}
i cradle the frozen january nights,
frosted blood on my palms
melting to slush on your tongue,
the heinousness lingers, a warm memory
of you ... stained jaw, copper tongue ...
a macabre god
demanding
{ii}
the...
lust was nicotine & your tsipouro soaked tongue.
finger fucking on the edge of a pit,
the circling crush of unfamiliar bones
drifting
grazing
fevered
grinding
the drunken sway on too-high-heels
to black whispers
{iii}
i cradle the frozen january nights,
frosted blood on my palms
melting to slush on your tongue,
the heinousness lingers, a warm memory
of you ... stained jaw, copper tongue ...
a macabre god
demanding
{ii}
the...
#gratitude
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he, the aether ~
iii}
i bleed between the layers of juniper & raw liquor.
across the divide, you live all my tomorrows, alone
while i am a perpetual yesterday, hindsight
folded into the creases of those worn-in jeans
carelessly clinging to your lean hips.
i speak to the mocking horizon, sleepless still
since the blue room & the grey clouds
& the desperate silence screaming to be filled.
{ii}
your spine lingers beneath no poem.
i clutch at the dead memories with mute fingers ~
the hauntedness in your black eyes
my...
i bleed between the layers of juniper & raw liquor.
across the divide, you live all my tomorrows, alone
while i am a perpetual yesterday, hindsight
folded into the creases of those worn-in jeans
carelessly clinging to your lean hips.
i speak to the mocking horizon, sleepless still
since the blue room & the grey clouds
& the desperate silence screaming to be filled.
{ii}
your spine lingers beneath no poem.
i clutch at the dead memories with mute fingers ~
the hauntedness in your black eyes
my...
#gratitude
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~ {iv}
iii}
blind sockets caught
aniseed & black tea tomorrows spilt from the pith
of souvenirs i
carry in the crux of my obsession
where the chant echoes
& my bones thrash
{fevered}
thru salt crusted nights burrowing between
lashes casting slender slices of lust
in the half-light
{ii}
my origami heart lay a heap of crumpled wet
as i noted time passing, a fleeting shadow
slipping as smoke between my throat & your breath
as it filled my lungs despite your fingers
tangling in the fragile...
blind sockets caught
aniseed & black tea tomorrows spilt from the pith
of souvenirs i
carry in the crux of my obsession
where the chant echoes
& my bones thrash
{fevered}
thru salt crusted nights burrowing between
lashes casting slender slices of lust
in the half-light
{ii}
my origami heart lay a heap of crumpled wet
as i noted time passing, a fleeting shadow
slipping as smoke between my throat & your breath
as it filled my lungs despite your fingers
tangling in the fragile...
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~ {iii}
iii}
i knocked, if only to find my spine
in your claw-footed belly
where i left it to
collect the sloughed cells
of potential.
our brevity lingered,
a water stain on the ceiling
from which i
licked the absurdity of
3am confessions.
{ii}
it may have been the sight of my lighter in your hands,
fingers cupping the breath of orange from the wind
as you drew the flare deep into the lines on your face,
as i watched the harshness fade from your bones
when you lay back against borrowed sheets &...
i knocked, if only to find my spine
in your claw-footed belly
where i left it to
collect the sloughed cells
of potential.
our brevity lingered,
a water stain on the ceiling
from which i
licked the absurdity of
3am confessions.
{ii}
it may have been the sight of my lighter in your hands,
fingers cupping the breath of orange from the wind
as you drew the flare deep into the lines on your face,
as i watched the harshness fade from your bones
when you lay back against borrowed sheets &...
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murmurs
watched a spider
crawl along my leg,
observed
its butterscotch limbs
at awkward angles
as it navigated my knee ~
... it scuttled across
the pale skin
of my thigh
& there was no need
to suppress a shudder ...
.
.
.
i felt
nothing
//
crawl along my leg,
observed
its butterscotch limbs
at awkward angles
as it navigated my knee ~
... it scuttled across
the pale skin
of my thigh
& there was no need
to suppress a shudder ...
.
.
.
i felt
nothing
//
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interlewd ~ {in collaboration with samael}
secrets steeped
in krait secretions
& sencha leaves
[brewed grume]
i poured myself
a cup of illusion ~
... your shaitan
loomed in the steam
[an amorphous penumbra]
rising to
seduction in your lips,
licking across
the bleeding seam ...
i spill into
the stained tablecloth,
liquesce into the creases
all calligraphic arches
of invitation
Worn brass skeleton key
crumbled my papyrus paper
your cursive billowing
caught me...
in krait secretions
& sencha leaves
[brewed grume]
i poured myself
a cup of illusion ~
... your shaitan
loomed in the steam
[an amorphous penumbra]
rising to
seduction in your lips,
licking across
the bleeding seam ...
i spill into
the stained tablecloth,
liquesce into the creases
all calligraphic arches
of invitation
Worn brass skeleton key
crumbled my papyrus paper
your cursive billowing
caught me...
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cheval ~ {ii}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTP7vv5Zy3U
*
the destruction is familiar
[a bareback comfort]
unbridled carousel ponies
riding my skeletal hunger,
rattling the foil blanket
no longer keeping me warm ~
... i quell the ache,
fill the gnawing, hollow shapes
with a yellow fistful
& a distilled fifth
[vomit my lungs
from spasming ribs]
comatose, with my forehead
pressed to the tiles ...
spineless in the throes
i dream of
the rice wine scent
& its poppy petal comfort,
soft-winged...
*
the destruction is familiar
[a bareback comfort]
unbridled carousel ponies
riding my skeletal hunger,
rattling the foil blanket
no longer keeping me warm ~
... i quell the ache,
fill the gnawing, hollow shapes
with a yellow fistful
& a distilled fifth
[vomit my lungs
from spasming ribs]
comatose, with my forehead
pressed to the tiles ...
spineless in the throes
i dream of
the rice wine scent
& its poppy petal comfort,
soft-winged...
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disconnected thoughts ~ [//in the guise of a poem {xiv//]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DCgYvfkDVA
ping pong at a 90° angle
my swollen cheek/the wall
[you rock me thru
the delirium]
tho i scratch your face
to remind myself
what's real to
endorphin clouded eyes ~
... your skin
dissolves on my tongue,
[coppery & efferevescent]
a prologue to
the apocalypse, brewing
in my spine ...
i swallow
the evidence of you,
knot our eyelashes
[grounding myself]
in the storm
of eyes
& flesh
& your mouth
licking...
ping pong at a 90° angle
my swollen cheek/the wall
[you rock me thru
the delirium]
tho i scratch your face
to remind myself
what's real to
endorphin clouded eyes ~
... your skin
dissolves on my tongue,
[coppery & efferevescent]
a prologue to
the apocalypse, brewing
in my spine ...
i swallow
the evidence of you,
knot our eyelashes
[grounding myself]
in the storm
of eyes
& flesh
& your mouth
licking...
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ouroboros iii ~ in collaboration with eddie
tell me again
how darkness isn't your lover
when you've worn it like beloved chains
of lost finger parades around your nape
as you bend to the will of knotted days
we knew each other too well to
remember what had died
a carpet red and gold leaf
do you weep alone
to suppress what's bleeding
from wounds impossible to forget
to transcend darkness without end
to recall the bitter taste of tears
come to rest on stolen breath
frayed flokati filaments whisper
that god is somewhere within me.
i press my cheek...
how darkness isn't your lover
when you've worn it like beloved chains
of lost finger parades around your nape
as you bend to the will of knotted days
we knew each other too well to
remember what had died
a carpet red and gold leaf
do you weep alone
to suppress what's bleeding
from wounds impossible to forget
to transcend darkness without end
to recall the bitter taste of tears
come to rest on stolen breath
frayed flokati filaments whisper
that god is somewhere within me.
i press my cheek...
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epilogue: [// dear Ggod //]
you bound your fists
in the white silk
spilling from an open wound
between my breasts;
my heart pulsed listlessly
in the ace of cups
from which you silenced
the keening
of whatever grief
you're capable of ~
... my mouth flaked away,
the fragments drifting
from your bloody knuckles
& the clots of opinions
negligently scrawled across
your aggression ...
the profane remorse
swirled between us,
{viscid & poppy scented}
the seeds of its discord
sowed on my tongue
*
i fed you...
in the white silk
spilling from an open wound
between my breasts;
my heart pulsed listlessly
in the ace of cups
from which you silenced
the keening
of whatever grief
you're capable of ~
... my mouth flaked away,
the fragments drifting
from your bloody knuckles
& the clots of opinions
negligently scrawled across
your aggression ...
the profane remorse
swirled between us,
{viscid & poppy scented}
the seeds of its discord
sowed on my tongue
*
i fed you...
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~ {ii}
iii.
the sun marched clockwise across the tomorrow-beard
casting its shadow across your jawline.
you were just another waiting façade, half-hidden between the rims of teacup & an ushanka
as lupine grey as your eyes;
just another breath puffed across the moskva,
waiting.
ii.
your tongue was warm and hot chocolate sweet against my own,
there at the corner of pekarska
while the world slept, oblivious to my insides shattering
beneath your questing hands.
i followed you thru the wet streets
as their northern neon...
the sun marched clockwise across the tomorrow-beard
casting its shadow across your jawline.
you were just another waiting façade, half-hidden between the rims of teacup & an ushanka
as lupine grey as your eyes;
just another breath puffed across the moskva,
waiting.
ii.
your tongue was warm and hot chocolate sweet against my own,
there at the corner of pekarska
while the world slept, oblivious to my insides shattering
beneath your questing hands.
i followed you thru the wet streets
as their northern neon...
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