Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
Excruciation Exposed
My need feels prehistoric.
Before humans invented emotional gore.
The dread is lurid.
I want you back, pure.
My heart is amputated,
As you are rapidly fading.
Nothing would be more than what you
remember now.
How?
You laid your head next to me.
Child caring for mother.
I need to grieve.
What is there to grasp?
You can dress in a smile,
hell is still hell.
Agony laughs from the sewer of the soul.
I whisper.
I need you to be my mother once more.
Before humans invented emotional gore.
The dread is lurid.
I want you back, pure.
My heart is amputated,
As you are rapidly fading.
Nothing would be more than what you
remember now.
How?
You laid your head next to me.
Child caring for mother.
I need to grieve.
What is there to grasp?
You can dress in a smile,
hell is still hell.
Agony laughs from the sewer of the soul.
I whisper.
I need you to be my mother once more.
#grief
#death
#memories #LifeCycle
#memories #LifeCycle
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The Sapphire Sea -with adagio
The sea draws back her tide.
As the fire gold sun
descends on your amethyst eyes.
You were the ebb.
Always receding into oblivion.
I was the flow,
immersed in your parallel world.
Opposites attracting a twilight cotillion.
Silencing typhoons among opinions.
Where the horizon meets the sapphire sea
beneath a turquoise sky.
In dreams of obsidian antiquity
As the fire gold sun
descends on your amethyst eyes.
You were the ebb.
Always receding into oblivion.
I was the flow,
immersed in your parallel world.
Opposites attracting a twilight cotillion.
Silencing typhoons among opinions.
Where the horizon meets the sapphire sea
beneath a turquoise sky.
In dreams of obsidian antiquity
#love
#sea
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Portals Of My Mind - with adagio
Acorns of memories have descended.
All around me with the tides of time.
In fields through portals in my mind.
You were always my perfect daisy.
Serenading silence among the
ancient oak trees.
Now in meditation with nature.
As musical winds caress
the dangling leaves.
With the humming of the bees.
All around me with the tides of time.
In fields through portals in my mind.
You were always my perfect daisy.
Serenading silence among the
ancient oak trees.
Now in meditation with nature.
As musical winds caress
the dangling leaves.
With the humming of the bees.
#nature
#memories
219 reads
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Broken Charm
Your fuzzy veins are my yarn.
Entangle me in your arms.
My soul spell-bound and hungered
for your charms.
Never-ever saw the alarm.
Your blinding smile and electric eyes
disarm.
Swirling in ecstasy's swarm.
A thousand nights long you kept
me warm.
A thousand and one, you were gone.......
Entangle me in your arms.
My soul spell-bound and hungered
for your charms.
Never-ever saw the alarm.
Your blinding smile and electric eyes
disarm.
Swirling in ecstasy's swarm.
A thousand nights long you kept
me warm.
A thousand and one, you were gone.......
#love
#lust
#heartbroken
305 reads
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Lonely Highway - with adagio
Now that my shadow is fading to pale.
In the deteriorating caverns of my mind,
is a decrepit wail.
Memory's leaves fell in the autumn of
my life.
Lonely roads seem lonelier.
Aching souls seem emptier.
Haunting voices are a lingering echo.
And the bone-chilling wind knows my name.
I think of a time, that sparks in my mind.
When nature held my tiny hand,
the wind whistled the piccolo.
In my budding spring,
How could I have ever known,
That my autumn would come, and
I would grow old
In the deteriorating caverns of my mind,
is a decrepit wail.
Memory's leaves fell in the autumn of
my life.
Lonely roads seem lonelier.
Aching souls seem emptier.
Haunting voices are a lingering echo.
And the bone-chilling wind knows my name.
I think of a time, that sparks in my mind.
When nature held my tiny hand,
the wind whistled the piccolo.
In my budding spring,
How could I have ever known,
That my autumn would come, and
I would grow old
#nature
#aging
#nostalgia
265 reads
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A Moment of Peace
I step out into this precarious world
with my ultraviolet soul.
Birds with beating wings
take off for enchanted unknowns.
The luscious leaves are swaying drunk
with breeze.
Magically puts my tormented thoughts at ease.
Leaves flap and bob possessing whispers
of nostalgia and inevitabilities.
The simple joy of the day holds
ineludible agonies at bay.
Allows stifled fragments of my mind
to soar the sky and fly away.
with my ultraviolet soul.
Birds with beating wings
take off for enchanted unknowns.
The luscious leaves are swaying drunk
with breeze.
Magically puts my tormented thoughts at ease.
Leaves flap and bob possessing whispers
of nostalgia and inevitabilities.
The simple joy of the day holds
ineludible agonies at bay.
Allows stifled fragments of my mind
to soar the sky and fly away.
#trees
#nature
#peace #SelfReflection
#peace #SelfReflection
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Expedition Eyes
The narcotic of your name
pivots me insane.
An invasion of ecstasy,
infiltrating domains of myself.
Where I've built walls, barricaded halls
at the now throbbing entrance of my heart.
All this, from a single glance
of your expedition eyes.
Find me in my sweet oblivions
in which I fall.
Feverish with heat of inhibition's demise.
Your smile is scorching sun
in my dark and lightless crevices.
Warmth on my wounds.
The lip prints of your kiss
is the zenith of my bliss.
I'm a prisoner of this lustful war. ...
pivots me insane.
An invasion of ecstasy,
infiltrating domains of myself.
Where I've built walls, barricaded halls
at the now throbbing entrance of my heart.
All this, from a single glance
of your expedition eyes.
Find me in my sweet oblivions
in which I fall.
Feverish with heat of inhibition's demise.
Your smile is scorching sun
in my dark and lightless crevices.
Warmth on my wounds.
The lip prints of your kiss
is the zenith of my bliss.
I'm a prisoner of this lustful war. ...
#love
#lust
#obsession
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Dolor
Sometimes pain grows a root
in the forest of the soul.
The branches of my nerves
are gnarled excrutiations,
greedy with their toll.
My heart is an endangered species
living in the painful tree.
With wicked black leaves,
that tremble with the hurts
of alternate eternities.
in the forest of the soul.
The branches of my nerves
are gnarled excrutiations,
greedy with their toll.
My heart is an endangered species
living in the painful tree.
With wicked black leaves,
that tremble with the hurts
of alternate eternities.
#memories
#hurt
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Silent Roar
The silent roar of my heart,
is just an addiction call to that magic
woven into your eyes.
I want.
I run.
To the soul encompassing refuge of
your open arms.
My escape.
My return.
Teach me all the little secret heavens
on this earth.
Add to my eternity of my ever blossoming
thoughts of you.
Love stricken.
To my silently roaring heart,
I succumb.
is just an addiction call to that magic
woven into your eyes.
I want.
I run.
To the soul encompassing refuge of
your open arms.
My escape.
My return.
Teach me all the little secret heavens
on this earth.
Add to my eternity of my ever blossoming
thoughts of you.
Love stricken.
To my silently roaring heart,
I succumb.
#love
#lust
#dreams #magic
#dreams #magic
260 reads
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Rebellion
Unseen angels duel with my demon beasts.
Unknown's claw at my fragile glee.
Unsaid's gnaw at my deepest needs,
however primitive they may be.
Unable's taunt my thoughts and bones.
The universe whispers it's beyond my control.
Unwanted's stained with the blood of my
wounded dreams.
Uncharted mountains of me,
where undesired's choose to flee.
Unbelievable realities,
You've underestimated me........
Unknown's claw at my fragile glee.
Unsaid's gnaw at my deepest needs,
however primitive they may be.
Unable's taunt my thoughts and bones.
The universe whispers it's beyond my control.
Unwanted's stained with the blood of my
wounded dreams.
Uncharted mountains of me,
where undesired's choose to flee.
Unbelievable realities,
You've underestimated me........
#strength
#SelfReflection
#rebellion
252 reads
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Broken Thoughts
Broken thoughts.
A cracked terrain in my brain.
Where a desolate highway stretches to
a familiar nowhere.
Where dreams have died,
from thirsting too long to be alive.
Dehydrated and depleted of happiness,
I stumble along, obsessing where I went wrong.
There is a bird in the bramble of desire
that entangles my heart.
Who sings oblivious joy.
It's our ability to think,
that is the root of our suffering.
Mend your thoughts, change your world.
A cracked terrain in my brain.
Where a desolate highway stretches to
a familiar nowhere.
Where dreams have died,
from thirsting too long to be alive.
Dehydrated and depleted of happiness,
I stumble along, obsessing where I went wrong.
There is a bird in the bramble of desire
that entangles my heart.
Who sings oblivious joy.
It's our ability to think,
that is the root of our suffering.
Mend your thoughts, change your world.
#SelfReflection
288 reads
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Thrive
What does hope feel like?
I say to my child self.
In her world of sweet oblivion.
It feels like the sun warming my skin,
until time melts away.
It feels like the raw joy in my heart
would always persist.
Ah youth.
Soaring summits to be climbed,
inside hope's mountain range in my mind.
Despair has peaks too, that stab the souls sky.
Inside time's great divide,
lies the present moment.
The only existing moment.
To thrive with the warm joy of life.
I say to my child self.
In her world of sweet oblivion.
It feels like the sun warming my skin,
until time melts away.
It feels like the raw joy in my heart
would always persist.
Ah youth.
Soaring summits to be climbed,
inside hope's mountain range in my mind.
Despair has peaks too, that stab the souls sky.
Inside time's great divide,
lies the present moment.
The only existing moment.
To thrive with the warm joy of life.
#hope
#childhood
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DU Poetry : Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)