Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
The Darkness of Sweet Hyacinth
The stark perfume of hyacinth,
catapults me back to a time
when monsters did not exist -
Or did they?
My mind burned with thoughts of him.
Although he already knew that.
This creature of darkness scans my thoughts.
Hovers upon my mind.
Thirsts for my blood, ever so, decadently rich with despair.
Magnetized by the darkness, I ached,
for this man that hunts the shadows
of my dreams.
I dreamt of the precision of porcelain
razor sharp fangs crushing holes,
openings to my soul, in my naked flesh.
His desire...
catapults me back to a time
when monsters did not exist -
Or did they?
My mind burned with thoughts of him.
Although he already knew that.
This creature of darkness scans my thoughts.
Hovers upon my mind.
Thirsts for my blood, ever so, decadently rich with despair.
Magnetized by the darkness, I ached,
for this man that hunts the shadows
of my dreams.
I dreamt of the precision of porcelain
razor sharp fangs crushing holes,
openings to my soul, in my naked flesh.
His desire...
#lust
#vampires
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13 Comments
Collapse
My soul has collapsed.
My heart and mind have no care.
Times of pain feel like small eternities,
stifling the air.
My soul, laying at the rock bottom,
entangled, strangled by the minutes, hours and days
that lapse.
My heart numbly persists to pump blood
rich with pain.
My mind teeters closer to the cliffs edge
of being sane.
I dream the sky opens with a slashing rain.
At my souls disaster scene,
people whisper of the minutia and mundane.
Fellow humans promise to help,
as they pray with might you...
My heart and mind have no care.
Times of pain feel like small eternities,
stifling the air.
My soul, laying at the rock bottom,
entangled, strangled by the minutes, hours and days
that lapse.
My heart numbly persists to pump blood
rich with pain.
My mind teeters closer to the cliffs edge
of being sane.
I dream the sky opens with a slashing rain.
At my souls disaster scene,
people whisper of the minutia and mundane.
Fellow humans promise to help,
as they pray with might you...
#loneliness
#dark
#betrayal
96 reads
14 Comments
Pink Dawn Sky
Pink dawn sky.
Beneath the spell
of your nacreous eyes.
A galaxy of your fingerprints
scatter my thighs.
Your body is my alibi.
You.
Are the answer
to every single why....
Beneath the spell
of your nacreous eyes.
A galaxy of your fingerprints
scatter my thighs.
Your body is my alibi.
You.
Are the answer
to every single why....
#love
#lust
#passion
108 reads
21 Comments
Storms
Emotional tempests are unleashed in my veins
everyday.
Sadness is a drooling, drenching rain
Cold pellets of tears drizzle down my brain.
Anger is an erupting volcano, my heart bleeds a red heart glaring lava.
Despair and fear, both a rumbling disturbance take the form of thunder.
Happiness is a sweet breeze arousing a blizzard of petals so suave.
Passion, a vortex, a whirling mass of pieces of you.
The storms.
Soul altering.
everyday.
Sadness is a drooling, drenching rain
Cold pellets of tears drizzle down my brain.
Anger is an erupting volcano, my heart bleeds a red heart glaring lava.
Despair and fear, both a rumbling disturbance take the form of thunder.
Happiness is a sweet breeze arousing a blizzard of petals so suave.
Passion, a vortex, a whirling mass of pieces of you.
The storms.
Soul altering.
#storm
#nature
#SelfReflection
61 reads
8 Comments
Nothing
In a world of everything,
I feel a numb nothing.
It's tiring, as we search, scour, explore,
probe, pursue.
For a single trace of anything,
that feels like something.
That moment of thrill beyond the agony of simply existing.
What if we are here, alive, & there is just absolutely
nothing that lays beyond.
Human obliteration.
A noiseless, sightless, touchless blackness.
Or maybe our spirit, naked of flesh, still has a mind.
a consciousness that survived,
just to further agonize.
I feel a numb nothing.
It's tiring, as we search, scour, explore,
probe, pursue.
For a single trace of anything,
that feels like something.
That moment of thrill beyond the agony of simply existing.
What if we are here, alive, & there is just absolutely
nothing that lays beyond.
Human obliteration.
A noiseless, sightless, touchless blackness.
Or maybe our spirit, naked of flesh, still has a mind.
a consciousness that survived,
just to further agonize.
#dark
#identity
#philosophical
73 reads
21 Comments
Goodbye Winter
Behold the first chirpings of morn.
The lull of innocence is born.
The ancient familiar melody proclaims
the end of winters thaw.
No longer just a procession
of a lonely crow's caw.
Daffodils and tulips shake my heart with mirth.
Recalling the springs of my life,
the riot of rebirth.
The cadence of sweet warbling,
awakens my inner child.
Untainted, carefree and wild.
Plucking dandelion bouquets,
amongst the peeps & chittering,
of a sun stained spring day.
The lull of innocence is born.
The ancient familiar melody proclaims
the end of winters thaw.
No longer just a procession
of a lonely crow's caw.
Daffodils and tulips shake my heart with mirth.
Recalling the springs of my life,
the riot of rebirth.
The cadence of sweet warbling,
awakens my inner child.
Untainted, carefree and wild.
Plucking dandelion bouquets,
amongst the peeps & chittering,
of a sun stained spring day.
#flowers
#birds
#spring
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6 Comments
Surrender- with the talented Crimsin
Destroyed, She clutched her mangled heart,
unaware the darkness was listening.
Oh humble day, cast not your eyes upon this darkling
true.
Who now saunters admist the shadows.
In the tempest of it all, her pain is lovely.
A starless night vibrates with sinister stirrings,
abysmal echoing, talk of a great love stolen.
Beholden to her deepest heart's desires.
Fate proved cruel and took away her love forever.
Drenched in tears, she lay crippled,
in a maze of eternal why's.
Lost to the world she keens, she thought...
unaware the darkness was listening.
Oh humble day, cast not your eyes upon this darkling
true.
Who now saunters admist the shadows.
In the tempest of it all, her pain is lovely.
A starless night vibrates with sinister stirrings,
abysmal echoing, talk of a great love stolen.
Beholden to her deepest heart's desires.
Fate proved cruel and took away her love forever.
Drenched in tears, she lay crippled,
in a maze of eternal why's.
Lost to the world she keens, she thought...
#dark
#heartbroken
#fate
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13 Comments
Gray
The day was an array of gray.
I walk forth confronted by
smokey gray clouds.
Must be the exhaust from burnout dreams.
And the vast ivory gray clouds,
paints the empty blankness I feel.
The leaden gray clouds are the steel color
of my robotic bones.
But behold, voluptuous violet gray
swath the horizon.
Blissfully violating my veins with beauty.
Even in times of deepest gray,
the beauty in life will not lead you astray.
I walk forth confronted by
smokey gray clouds.
Must be the exhaust from burnout dreams.
And the vast ivory gray clouds,
paints the empty blankness I feel.
The leaden gray clouds are the steel color
of my robotic bones.
But behold, voluptuous violet gray
swath the horizon.
Blissfully violating my veins with beauty.
Even in times of deepest gray,
the beauty in life will not lead you astray.
#beauty
#sky
#nature #emptiness
#nature #emptiness
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2 Comments
Blossom
Behold the budding dawn.
I'm no longer reticent.
In the voiceless
womb of a new day.
My veins throb
in sweet proclamation
of you.
My inner blue melancholy
vanishing.
Your blossom
perfumes the aurora.
Upon the fleeting darkness
I lay cradled
in an abysmal ecstasy
of dewed fantasies of you.
I'm no longer reticent.
In the voiceless
womb of a new day.
My veins throb
in sweet proclamation
of you.
My inner blue melancholy
vanishing.
Your blossom
perfumes the aurora.
Upon the fleeting darkness
I lay cradled
in an abysmal ecstasy
of dewed fantasies of you.
#love
#spring
#dawn
87 reads
16 Comments
Old Soul
The winter hazel sunsets,
Softly burn my mind's gazing.
I launch backwards to our first encounter.
Your face,
was the answer to everything
unknown in me.
An old soul.
Awakening a hypnotic ache
In all my heart's breaks.
My scars shimmer with
shiny hot memories of you.
My depth belongs to yours.
Softly burn my mind's gazing.
I launch backwards to our first encounter.
Your face,
was the answer to everything
unknown in me.
An old soul.
Awakening a hypnotic ache
In all my heart's breaks.
My scars shimmer with
shiny hot memories of you.
My depth belongs to yours.
#love
81 reads
5 Comments
Ancient Want
Obsessed with all we want.
We will take it
in any shape or form we can get it.
Neglecting to realize,
what we want may not always reciprocate.
Thus we continue to want, ache, yearn, lust
All the days long.
The heart is an ancient organ with
melodies of century old memories.
Foggy lives led that leave
their dark magical resonance,
in us deep and wide.
Something, some feeling,
just at the tip of your brain,
seducing you insane.
A quest begins to find the ancient pasts
that collided with...
We will take it
in any shape or form we can get it.
Neglecting to realize,
what we want may not always reciprocate.
Thus we continue to want, ache, yearn, lust
All the days long.
The heart is an ancient organ with
melodies of century old memories.
Foggy lives led that leave
their dark magical resonance,
in us deep and wide.
Something, some feeling,
just at the tip of your brain,
seducing you insane.
A quest begins to find the ancient pasts
that collided with...
#love
#lust
#LookingForLove
73 reads
7 Comments
The Poet
The silhouette of her soul glistened
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.
She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.
She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.
in the falling twilight.
Her eyes were haunted by yearn.
Her heart beating brimming with woven words.
Concealing her secrets in velvet prose.
She lay in a field of midnight sky.
Stars of thoughts a sweet scattering
throughout her mind.
She tears through her fibers of ecstasy
to extract the underlying debris of pain.
A chrysalis of dark euphoria
Starkly alive on the page.
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
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4 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)