Submissions by _shadoe_ (yiyi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i'm telling Lolth
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2016 7:12am
26th Feb 2016 7:12am
nocturne ~ {ii}
his mouth makes
beautiful
[&] unfamiliar shapes
against
the killing jar ~
... i press my fingers
to
moon orchid insinuations
of his breath
[pray for warmth
during distorted nights]
through glass, rippled
by living stones ...
*
i horde words
in the withered mouths
of
snap dragon skulls,
watch aeolian warmth
puff wishes from
marsecent husks
[&] carry them to
the heart-of-flame blue
of paper lanterns
[tongue tied
like cherry stems] ...
......
beautiful
[&] unfamiliar shapes
against
the killing jar ~
... i press my fingers
to
moon orchid insinuations
of his breath
[pray for warmth
during distorted nights]
through glass, rippled
by living stones ...
*
i horde words
in the withered mouths
of
snap dragon skulls,
watch aeolian warmth
puff wishes from
marsecent husks
[&] carry them to
the heart-of-flame blue
of paper lanterns
[tongue tied
like cherry stems] ...
......
1162 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Dec 2015 9:19am
8th Dec 2015 9:19am
staring into dying flames, i realized nothing so beautiful was meant to last
& the embers
blinked briefly before
their blush
could become a blaze
blinked briefly before
their blush
could become a blaze
783 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Dec 2015 1:41pm
7th Dec 2015 1:41pm
uhm... how about... nooo
it is with deepest regret
that i point out to you
your gym shorts are too tight
and when i mentioned
hung like an animal
i didn't mean a squirrel
that i point out to you
your gym shorts are too tight
and when i mentioned
hung like an animal
i didn't mean a squirrel
753 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2015 11:01am
1st Dec 2015 11:01am
if you put a rag in the bottle, we'd be rebels ~
the world
is still round
though stones have
turned to sand
in the crush
[to dust
or something
of the sort]
long before
so very long ago
when one could
scent kairos
on the breeze ...
... tired bones
are still bones
& i pick them
clean
as i would
any other
[over it again
over again
& again]
falling
*
could i pull
another pin
& scorch the earth,
i'd stand in
your hellfire
burning
being born
blue...
is still round
though stones have
turned to sand
in the crush
[to dust
or something
of the sort]
long before
so very long ago
when one could
scent kairos
on the breeze ...
... tired bones
are still bones
& i pick them
clean
as i would
any other
[over it again
over again
& again]
falling
*
could i pull
another pin
& scorch the earth,
i'd stand in
your hellfire
burning
being born
blue...
621 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2015 3:56pm
23rd Sep 2015 3:56pm
yelizaveta ilyinichna ivchenko ~
note for the confuzzled:
written for my precious niece, yelizaveta, мое солнце и звезды, born this morning
Ночь пришла
спать спать
little matryoshka
& i'll tell you tales
to hold beneath
your lashes
while you dream ~
...blink twilight's colours
from your baby-blues,
the owls call ...
written for my precious niece, yelizaveta, мое солнце и звезды, born this morning
Ночь пришла
спать спать
little matryoshka
& i'll tell you tales
to hold beneath
your lashes
while you dream ~
...blink twilight's colours
from your baby-blues,
the owls call ...
871 reads
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2015 1:13pm
3rd Sep 2015 1:13pm
pearl ash ~
and there's nothing
but stained glass fragments left
as though i'm one
of picasso's shattered women
with fabergé heart in hand
but stained glass fragments left
as though i'm one
of picasso's shattered women
with fabergé heart in hand
825 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2015 1:52am
3rd Aug 2015 1:52am
slava ~
the room's full
of grey silences,
both of us smoking
to keep from speaking
to keep from saying
anything meaningful
and i have a mouthful
of somethings
mostly nothings,
because i
am not
in love
of grey silences,
both of us smoking
to keep from speaking
to keep from saying
anything meaningful
and i have a mouthful
of somethings
mostly nothings,
because i
am not
in love
725 reads
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2015 11:15pm
23rd Apr 2015 11:15pm
stilettos on a tin roof ~ [un]cultured pearls
sort of a "little" poem...
that's my shoe, mister ...
... just the left one
size six
black leather
six inch heel ~
... & a pair of socks
yes, two socks
hello kitty anklets
with lace ruffles ...
*
if found
please return & pretend
the juxtaposition
doesn't confuse you
//
that's my shoe, mister ...
... just the left one
size six
black leather
six inch heel ~
... & a pair of socks
yes, two socks
hello kitty anklets
with lace ruffles ...
*
if found
please return & pretend
the juxtaposition
doesn't confuse you
//
799 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2015 11:33am
12th Feb 2015 11:33am
kairos ~
the pendulum stills
[&]
i've slowed too
to watch two
chronological moments
synchronise
in temporal relation ~
this karmic alignment
... so often askew
when our circadian rhythms
forget the ticking tempo
which marked realisation...
meets like a timeless eclipse
*
i hold a ceaseless breath
in this paused hourglass trickle
of thoughts & never pretend
to understand ~
... the flow
of time & space
& the passing of days
which beg
another leap second
spent with...
[&]
i've slowed too
to watch two
chronological moments
synchronise
in temporal relation ~
this karmic alignment
... so often askew
when our circadian rhythms
forget the ticking tempo
which marked realisation...
meets like a timeless eclipse
*
i hold a ceaseless breath
in this paused hourglass trickle
of thoughts & never pretend
to understand ~
... the flow
of time & space
& the passing of days
which beg
another leap second
spent with...
1039 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2014 8:49am
30th Dec 2014 8:49am
punch drunk over breakfast ~
polished nails dug into
the delicate french pastry
& tore it apart viciously ~
... each motion deliberate
almost sullen as she caught her breath
waiting for the humiliation
of being knocked flat
to evaporate with the steam
dancing off her coffee...
*
he didn't apologise
for the last kick to her sternum
or the bruises that would later
bloom across her protruding ribs
... but continued
to calmly stir cream
& sugar into his cup
as though nothing had happened
assuring her that...
the delicate french pastry
& tore it apart viciously ~
... each motion deliberate
almost sullen as she caught her breath
waiting for the humiliation
of being knocked flat
to evaporate with the steam
dancing off her coffee...
*
he didn't apologise
for the last kick to her sternum
or the bruises that would later
bloom across her protruding ribs
... but continued
to calmly stir cream
& sugar into his cup
as though nothing had happened
assuring her that...
779 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Dec 2014 11:26am
20th Dec 2014 11:26am
gratitude ~ [//masturbation//]
inspired by a hat*
let's fake genetic competition
[completion]
slow grind the breeze
sow opium babies
in a barren trench ~
pollination/pollution
[there's no love here]
& a wet cunt's a poor indication
of fairer weather
*
come ...
... feed me the needle
fuel the feral obsession
[how can you be so sweet]
when you're howling in agony
trying to stop your eyes from rolling madly
beneath a kitten's talons
//
i've straddled the divide ...
let's fake genetic competition
[completion]
slow grind the breeze
sow opium babies
in a barren trench ~
pollination/pollution
[there's no love here]
& a wet cunt's a poor indication
of fairer weather
*
come ...
... feed me the needle
fuel the feral obsession
[how can you be so sweet]
when you're howling in agony
trying to stop your eyes from rolling madly
beneath a kitten's talons
//
i've straddled the divide ...
1095 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Nov 2014 10:32am
27th Nov 2014 10:32am
[?]
with knife in hand
she wept over the destruction ~
... sorrowless tears flowed
unbidden
[&]
uninhibited
with each definitive cut ...
.
.
.
at long last
she gathered the onions
& tossed them into the pot
//
she wept over the destruction ~
... sorrowless tears flowed
unbidden
[&]
uninhibited
with each definitive cut ...
.
.
.
at long last
she gathered the onions
& tossed them into the pot
//
785 reads
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