Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
A Mangled Mind
The night seized prisoners of sleep.
Even those with the mangled minds.
Put to slumber the mutilated memories.
Their persistence will be sure to further torture me.
The dark enveloped and swallowed her yearn to weep.
There is ecstasy of quiet
after her disillusioned screams
I wish her bed was a prison of a cocoon.
To metamorphosis back in time.
To the days she had a healthy mind.
Those days are gone, vanished, never to return. But the candle of my love for her continues it's fight to burn.
Even those with the mangled minds.
Put to slumber the mutilated memories.
Their persistence will be sure to further torture me.
The dark enveloped and swallowed her yearn to weep.
There is ecstasy of quiet
after her disillusioned screams
I wish her bed was a prison of a cocoon.
To metamorphosis back in time.
To the days she had a healthy mind.
Those days are gone, vanished, never to return. But the candle of my love for her continues it's fight to burn.
#aging
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Unspoken
As quickly as a memory is made, another can be devoured by yesterday.
Digested beats of my heart.
They exchange, days drenched in sweet heaven for days that stab of sharp pain.
But some moments forever remain.
Heart stains find permanence in my brain.
Remembering a time when I was sane.
Before the age of seize at the mere sound of your name.
Awakening euphoria in my brain.
Stirring places devout and deep in my veins.
Yearnings nestled in my membranes.
That persuade my entire soul to be haunted a sweet insane.
The pleasure is...
Digested beats of my heart.
They exchange, days drenched in sweet heaven for days that stab of sharp pain.
But some moments forever remain.
Heart stains find permanence in my brain.
Remembering a time when I was sane.
Before the age of seize at the mere sound of your name.
Awakening euphoria in my brain.
Stirring places devout and deep in my veins.
Yearnings nestled in my membranes.
That persuade my entire soul to be haunted a sweet insane.
The pleasure is...
#memories
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Pink Night
Twilight has a blowsy face.
A rubicund burned horizon.
The euphoric pink sight
seeps into my mind.
The primal color of yearn.
The sun's fuschia blood.
Behold the garden of night.
Patiently waiting black buds
with wombs of starlight.
A rubicund burned horizon.
The euphoric pink sight
seeps into my mind.
The primal color of yearn.
The sun's fuschia blood.
Behold the garden of night.
Patiently waiting black buds
with wombs of starlight.
#sun
#night
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Fireflies of the Mind
"Hope is the last thing ever lost" - Italian proverb
Hope.
And what if it is lost.
Call to it to come back.
It will come even in the face
of terminal blackness.
Walk into the ravaging dark.
Fall apart so that you may find,
Those long lost moments that made you shine.
The fireflies of the mind.
That flashing glow somehow soothes
things gone out of control.
Save one in a jar in your soul.
Hope.
The magic light that ignites internal growth.
Hope.
And what if it is lost.
Call to it to come back.
It will come even in the face
of terminal blackness.
Walk into the ravaging dark.
Fall apart so that you may find,
Those long lost moments that made you shine.
The fireflies of the mind.
That flashing glow somehow soothes
things gone out of control.
Save one in a jar in your soul.
Hope.
The magic light that ignites internal growth.
#hope
#dark
#faith
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Zeal
The shadows have darker shadows on the path unknown.
Surrounded by people, I'm always alone.
No passengers on this journey.
On a starless night odyssey.
To find the known in my bone.
Coated in the resilient sparkle of lessons
learned.
Pain is purpose revealed.
Nestled deep in the horrors is buried the zeal.
Surrounded by people, I'm always alone.
No passengers on this journey.
On a starless night odyssey.
To find the known in my bone.
Coated in the resilient sparkle of lessons
learned.
Pain is purpose revealed.
Nestled deep in the horrors is buried the zeal.
#dark
#shadows
#determination
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Haunted Feelings
Emotions brightly simmer, flare and then settle down.
Feelings now lack fuel, drop like lifeless leaves to the hearts chilled ground.
Where they fall is where they fall.
There is no order that I recall.
Absorbed back into the crevices of my heart's broken soil.
After their phantom drag and ghostly crawl.
Whispering the lonely sound of a haunted girl.
Feelings now lack fuel, drop like lifeless leaves to the hearts chilled ground.
Where they fall is where they fall.
There is no order that I recall.
Absorbed back into the crevices of my heart's broken soil.
After their phantom drag and ghostly crawl.
Whispering the lonely sound of a haunted girl.
#fall
#emotions
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Enthrall
The maple blushed with crimson orange
leaves, that refused to promise to stay
Days came.
Days went by.
What feels long is when time flies.
One day she looked to behold
the now empty bark frame.
That relinquished it's autumn flame.
The crabapple tree's barren bark was
blemished with dangling berries.
The approaching winter's attempt at merry.
Is a tree in denial it's leaves will sever and fall?
Or does it accept the voyage to death
must first enthrall.
leaves, that refused to promise to stay
Days came.
Days went by.
What feels long is when time flies.
One day she looked to behold
the now empty bark frame.
That relinquished it's autumn flame.
The crabapple tree's barren bark was
blemished with dangling berries.
The approaching winter's attempt at merry.
Is a tree in denial it's leaves will sever and fall?
Or does it accept the voyage to death
must first enthrall.
#death
#trees
#fall
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You
You.
You are.
You are the sparkling cartilage
deep inside the core of my bones.
You inhabit my hallucinations
when I'm alone.
You line the membranes of my brain.
You are inside the vial,
I shoot into my veins.
You are the savory meal on my plate.
You are the thing called fate
You fill the hole, inhabit the void.
You are the puzzling connecting piece,
the other half of my aching soul.
You are.
You are the sparkling cartilage
deep inside the core of my bones.
You inhabit my hallucinations
when I'm alone.
You line the membranes of my brain.
You are inside the vial,
I shoot into my veins.
You are the savory meal on my plate.
You are the thing called fate
You fill the hole, inhabit the void.
You are the puzzling connecting piece,
the other half of my aching soul.
#love
#lust
#crush
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Orange Twilight
The universe bled profusely.
Oozing orange light.
The sleepy sun,
a glowing tangerine sight.
Only to be glimpsed
through carrot colored leaves
torched bright.
On gaunt trees that haunt
the approach of night.
Oozing orange light.
The sleepy sun,
a glowing tangerine sight.
Only to be glimpsed
through carrot colored leaves
torched bright.
On gaunt trees that haunt
the approach of night.
#sun
#fall
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Hungry Time
Time sits in the golden dusk of the field,
gnawing away the days.
Hungrily it consumes our lives,
the shaded moments that didn't count
or failures to strive.
Extracting and devouring even the thickest honey of happiness from the soul's hive.
Break away memories from the edge of the day, crumbs left behind make our bellies ache.
For the non- memories, things we wish we had done.
Thinking there was a million more sun's.
The echoes of all that was left unsaid, a lead burden, if only a mind could be read.
I must not waste a moment of time, ...
gnawing away the days.
Hungrily it consumes our lives,
the shaded moments that didn't count
or failures to strive.
Extracting and devouring even the thickest honey of happiness from the soul's hive.
Break away memories from the edge of the day, crumbs left behind make our bellies ache.
For the non- memories, things we wish we had done.
Thinking there was a million more sun's.
The echoes of all that was left unsaid, a lead burden, if only a mind could be read.
I must not waste a moment of time, ...
#regret
#SelfReflection
#MovingOn
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Return to Alaska
I left my heart aching in awe.
In the care of the giant towering mountains,
that deafen even the crow's callous caw.
A collection of a million stolen breaths.
lay in a calm glory of silence upon the horizon.
To rival the most peaceful of deaths.
Stoic peaks salute to pierce
the cloud barren sky.
It is here that exists not a single why.
Maybe just an invitation to climb.
Or to stand varnished with astonishment
as the rising hunks of ecstasy
seduce my humble eye.
In the care of the giant towering mountains,
that deafen even the crow's callous caw.
A collection of a million stolen breaths.
lay in a calm glory of silence upon the horizon.
To rival the most peaceful of deaths.
Stoic peaks salute to pierce
the cloud barren sky.
It is here that exists not a single why.
Maybe just an invitation to climb.
Or to stand varnished with astonishment
as the rising hunks of ecstasy
seduce my humble eye.
#happiness
#hope
#mountains
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Mourning Thoughts
I have arrived.
In the spaces between everything.
Suspended in both the sweet bliss and stark horror
the nothingness can bring.
I've searched and scoured the astral plane
for pieces of you.
But your energy remains like a strange galactic dew.
Or do your soul's remnants exist solely
in the confines of my mind?
Is the universe really that unkind?
Don't answer.
There is never definitive proof that there is more.
I'm tangled in the eternal dissection of the mysteries
that hound my core.
In the spaces between everything.
Suspended in both the sweet bliss and stark horror
the nothingness can bring.
I've searched and scoured the astral plane
for pieces of you.
But your energy remains like a strange galactic dew.
Or do your soul's remnants exist solely
in the confines of my mind?
Is the universe really that unkind?
Don't answer.
There is never definitive proof that there is more.
I'm tangled in the eternal dissection of the mysteries
that hound my core.
#death
#heaven
#hell #mystery
#hell #mystery
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