Submissions by neves
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When the curls start to speak
It gets so bad it makes sense
when you
slowly draw
the curtains
and petrol
begins to spill
from your
legs,
waiting for
my mouth
to ignite
that all
consuming
howl.
slowly draw
the curtains
and petrol
begins to spill
from your
legs,
waiting for
my mouth
to ignite
that all
consuming
howl.
#confessional
#erotic
#LGBT #relationships
#LGBT #relationships
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Banquet
There's animals
in strange suits
consuming flesh
like red wine
spilling over
white satin,
I slow my gait
crossing over
noting the pure
gluttony hidden
in every pupil
as they speak
in small jargon
while mouths
slowly begin
to fill up.
in strange suits
consuming flesh
like red wine
spilling over
white satin,
I slow my gait
crossing over
noting the pure
gluttony hidden
in every pupil
as they speak
in small jargon
while mouths
slowly begin
to fill up.
#symbolism
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Foreigners
Do you think
I don't notice
the crispness
of your shirt
and the way
you carry heavy
shipwrecks in
your mouth.
Do you know
behind all that
dandy highwayman
and miami vice lost
under neon lights
there's a heart
crushed in Rosetti,
just a little afraid
of duelling over
heavy shade.
Do you realise
I see pupils
dialate bigger
than wildcats
sitting on a
round table,
waiting for ...
I don't notice
the crispness
of your shirt
and the way
you carry heavy
shipwrecks in
your mouth.
Do you know
behind all that
dandy highwayman
and miami vice lost
under neon lights
there's a heart
crushed in Rosetti,
just a little afraid
of duelling over
heavy shade.
Do you realise
I see pupils
dialate bigger
than wildcats
sitting on a
round table,
waiting for ...
#love
#relationships
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(VG)
I gaze in their eyes
knowing how violent
being inside a body
you shouldn't have
to experience is.
knowing how violent
being inside a body
you shouldn't have
to experience is.
#animals
#minimalist
#nature
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Souvenir
And when that song comes on
no matter what's happening
or what's going on,
I'll always crave a
slow dance with you.
no matter what's happening
or what's going on,
I'll always crave a
slow dance with you.
#love
#minimalist
#music #vulnerability
#music #vulnerability
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Tables can hold conversations too
I closed the screen
laid my head against
a cool wooden table
letting tears soak
through the hinge
because arms are
not always choices,
then I remember
every moment
I felt this way
remembering this
table once had a
home grounded
by forest roots,
how I carry you
through every
thread in my
blue veins.
laid my head against
a cool wooden table
letting tears soak
through the hinge
because arms are
not always choices,
then I remember
every moment
I felt this way
remembering this
table once had a
home grounded
by forest roots,
how I carry you
through every
thread in my
blue veins.
#grief
#sadness
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Perhaps that's where it all must begin
Do you remember
that house you left
you know the one
with an unkept garden,
where vines crawl up
along brick walls
and a door screaming
for WD-40 to quench
it's neglected thirst?
It actually doesn't matter
how long you were absent
or even what happened
as ivy began curling
up in their spirals
but perhaps that's where
it all must begin again,
it starts with picking
up a rusty WD-40 can
as hinges start shining
in their...
that house you left
you know the one
with an unkept garden,
where vines crawl up
along brick walls
and a door screaming
for WD-40 to quench
it's neglected thirst?
It actually doesn't matter
how long you were absent
or even what happened
as ivy began curling
up in their spirals
but perhaps that's where
it all must begin again,
it starts with picking
up a rusty WD-40 can
as hinges start shining
in their...
#confessional
#environment
#LifeStruggles #nature
#LifeStruggles #nature
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In summer
We dream on
a brown sofa
without any
cushions
our hands
melding into
each other
like long
prayers
seeing
through
a rough
drought.
a brown sofa
without any
cushions
our hands
melding into
each other
like long
prayers
seeing
through
a rough
drought.
#confessional
#LGBT
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Anatomy of shame and regret
She rings me
trying to keep
her composure
I hear her
bottom lip
rumble on
every word,
I explain she
isn't a terrible
human being
trying to search
for something
only she can
understand,
shame arrives
in a bastardised
fashion running
on a special time
we don't seem
to know about
so tonight allow
regret one night
inside your bones,
tomorrow you will
celebrate rising
from it's ashes.
trying to keep
her composure
I hear her
bottom lip
rumble on
every word,
I explain she
isn't a terrible
human being
trying to search
for something
only she can
understand,
shame arrives
in a bastardised
fashion running
on a special time
we don't seem
to know about
so tonight allow
regret one night
inside your bones,
tomorrow you will
celebrate rising
from it's ashes.
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#regret
#shame
#TruthOfLife
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Dark water
I try getting to water
if clocks give me a chance,
she was made from water
but her words stand
like moons
so I go to the water
meeting my creator
lay down my
skull coloured
in dark maria,
knowing how
bodies speak
more volume
as my legs
slowly ball
inside my
chest.
if clocks give me a chance,
she was made from water
but her words stand
like moons
so I go to the water
meeting my creator
lay down my
skull coloured
in dark maria,
knowing how
bodies speak
more volume
as my legs
slowly ball
inside my
chest.
#water
#minimalist
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The greatest compliment
was a stray
cat rubbing
it's fur along
the back of
my legs.
cat rubbing
it's fur along
the back of
my legs.
#minimalist
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I will do it again
with very little,
cut by the last thread
of purpose
riding a train grinding
it's way to deep
country
in the middle of
nothing and nowhere,
I will do it again
as my scapula grinds
against the rail
and tracks
scream out
their last
spark.
cut by the last thread
of purpose
riding a train grinding
it's way to deep
country
in the middle of
nothing and nowhere,
I will do it again
as my scapula grinds
against the rail
and tracks
scream out
their last
spark.
#minimalist
#travel
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