Submissions by deliabear (Debbie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writing is my core. My mission. My joy. My pain. My journey.
The Owl - with PaleSkies
Beneath the sagacious canopy of infant stars,
exists a simplicity of just being.
Absorbed by a sustenance of peace,
taking languid steps into the amorphous twilight.
Surrounded by nature's verdant green,
starshine on lush emerald leaves.
Dazzled by the owl's mysterious hoo.
Touched by the sanguine winds
And spoondrift of the mist.
That hope may kiss the serendipity of the moon.
As the naked mind is draped in the night's satin residue.
The soundless, smooth, ubiquitous silence.
Dazzled by the owl's mysterious hoo.
exists a simplicity of just being.
Absorbed by a sustenance of peace,
taking languid steps into the amorphous twilight.
Surrounded by nature's verdant green,
starshine on lush emerald leaves.
Dazzled by the owl's mysterious hoo.
Touched by the sanguine winds
And spoondrift of the mist.
That hope may kiss the serendipity of the moon.
As the naked mind is draped in the night's satin residue.
The soundless, smooth, ubiquitous silence.
Dazzled by the owl's mysterious hoo.
#hope
#night
#nature
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Twilight's Tapestry's - with PaleSkies
Behold the seducing silence of twilight's magic tapestry, as shadows intricately lace the worn pages of the ancient dark.
As naked entanglement of bark haunt my shade,
in a profuse display of nature's erotic intimacies.
The sky looking down on me with it's Mona Lisa eyes,
drowsy with the melancholic passage of time.
A spiral fluttering of cascading leaves,
replicated descent of memories from my mind's eaves.
As naked entanglement of bark haunt my shade,
in a profuse display of nature's erotic intimacies.
The sky looking down on me with it's Mona Lisa eyes,
drowsy with the melancholic passage of time.
A spiral fluttering of cascading leaves,
replicated descent of memories from my mind's eaves.
#nature
#spiritual
#philosophical
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Dread
Fear has unraveled its roots,
in the dank soil of my soul.
This shadowed unknown agony,
lurks the dark country of my heart.
In places I would never dare go.
A starless womb,
from which black embryos of horror,
will be born.
I launch prayers to the angels,
but hell's laughter is wicked and loud.
Dread.
Worse than being dead.
in the dank soil of my soul.
This shadowed unknown agony,
lurks the dark country of my heart.
In places I would never dare go.
A starless womb,
from which black embryos of horror,
will be born.
I launch prayers to the angels,
but hell's laughter is wicked and loud.
Dread.
Worse than being dead.
#dark
#despair
#anxiety
293 reads
26 Comments
Without
For if the sun stagnantly refused to rise,
My love would be the bright glimmer,
in the dark mystery of your eyes.
If oceans thirst dry that rain has denied,
My love would moisten like magic between my thighs.
If flowers failed to thrust through ground,
My love would lure you to my petal'd mound.
To find a pleasure so deep it would burn time down.
But you are gone.
My heart insane.
The sun rose vehemently,
and scorched me with your name.
An ocean of tears lusted to douse me,
in it's salty pain.
Entangled in...
My love would be the bright glimmer,
in the dark mystery of your eyes.
If oceans thirst dry that rain has denied,
My love would moisten like magic between my thighs.
If flowers failed to thrust through ground,
My love would lure you to my petal'd mound.
To find a pleasure so deep it would burn time down.
But you are gone.
My heart insane.
The sun rose vehemently,
and scorched me with your name.
An ocean of tears lusted to douse me,
in it's salty pain.
Entangled in...
#love
#lust
#heartbroken
310 reads
14 Comments
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
362 reads
17 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
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16 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
341 reads
23 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
293 reads
10 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
397 reads
27 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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16 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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