Submissions by neves
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When the curls start to speak
I don't say it often
but my fingers
prefer carving
into your skin
than turning
over pages.
prefer carving
into your skin
than turning
over pages.
#minimalist
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130°F
Somebody once told me
that i'm pretty feral
about dumbasses
which brings me to
the dumbass i'm
about to throw
down on paper,
if I had it my way
I would have made
you drank a litre of
full proof vodka
because fuckers
like you don't know
what it is to burn,
how it feels to have
your throat shut off
to the point all you
can think about is
is turning back to
bottles of comfort,
the only mercy
i'd allow is to be
able to breathe
through...
that i'm pretty feral
about dumbasses
which brings me to
the dumbass i'm
about to throw
down on paper,
if I had it my way
I would have made
you drank a litre of
full proof vodka
because fuckers
like you don't know
what it is to burn,
how it feels to have
your throat shut off
to the point all you
can think about is
is turning back to
bottles of comfort,
the only mercy
i'd allow is to be
able to breathe
through...
#confessional
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What a shame
To believe
giving a fuck
came with
my outfit.
giving a fuck
came with
my outfit.
#minimalist
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On that particular spark
There's no denying
those regimental ways
tucked in your bones
or your sarcasm
making me laugh
until I burst,
the way you turn
up having carefully
planned out a day
before it begins
as I insist on
being a tease by
calling you the
itinerary king
and in return
you remind me
how shameless
and feral I am.
Truth is I adore
that most about
you and about us
how you show up
like a burning star
hanging in skies
filled with...
those regimental ways
tucked in your bones
or your sarcasm
making me laugh
until I burst,
the way you turn
up having carefully
planned out a day
before it begins
as I insist on
being a tease by
calling you the
itinerary king
and in return
you remind me
how shameless
and feral I am.
Truth is I adore
that most about
you and about us
how you show up
like a burning star
hanging in skies
filled with...
#love
#LGBT
#confessional
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The hardest part
is that on some nights
I still hear that
lamb crying out,
finding myself falling
asleep with bones
protruding inside
of my throat
as innocence
buries itself into
my endless pit
for a stomach
before jowls
salivate in mercy
praying for empty
baptisms inside
a white-font,
I guess it isn't
in the stopping
it's learning
to live with
that lamb,
soothing
every time
it needs to
call out.
I still hear that
lamb crying out,
finding myself falling
asleep with bones
protruding inside
of my throat
as innocence
buries itself into
my endless pit
for a stomach
before jowls
salivate in mercy
praying for empty
baptisms inside
a white-font,
I guess it isn't
in the stopping
it's learning
to live with
that lamb,
soothing
every time
it needs to
call out.
#abuse
#confessional
#EatingDisorder
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Rind state of matter
I watch them
taking a knife
slowly shaving
spanish oranges
down with silver,
it was the point
I always adored
one nobody
could ever
live up to.
taking a knife
slowly shaving
spanish oranges
down with silver,
it was the point
I always adored
one nobody
could ever
live up to.
#erotic
#confessional
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I will write you in caricature
because to me
that's all you are;
perfectly placed
in a grand abode
masterpieces
all arranged
on a pristine
coffee table,
the book you
wrote sat on
a pedestal
left untouched
because no
other fingertips
have any value
to flip through
every one of
your pages,
as I say this
I contemplate
if this world has
become your
anthology,
if this is the way
you can breathe
without shame
or clarification
doesn't...
that's all you are;
perfectly placed
in a grand abode
masterpieces
all arranged
on a pristine
coffee table,
the book you
wrote sat on
a pedestal
left untouched
because no
other fingertips
have any value
to flip through
every one of
your pages,
as I say this
I contemplate
if this world has
become your
anthology,
if this is the way
you can breathe
without shame
or clarification
doesn't...
#confessional
#humankind
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Church of the wild
Her words, a glass ball
rolling around my skull
haunting the mattress
that has bled through.
Each word showing up in ways
an eye couldn't focus upon,
the cycle coming to a close
and a body gone, far from
all it has ever known
into wilderness
out of sight, out in night,
no misunderstandings
or villages shining
their yellow lights
here it is; a body, a soul
moving on it's own terms
without expectations
from other creatures
here it is, her words,
the path laying deep...
rolling around my skull
haunting the mattress
that has bled through.
Each word showing up in ways
an eye couldn't focus upon,
the cycle coming to a close
and a body gone, far from
all it has ever known
into wilderness
out of sight, out in night,
no misunderstandings
or villages shining
their yellow lights
here it is; a body, a soul
moving on it's own terms
without expectations
from other creatures
here it is, her words,
the path laying deep...
#family
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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There's a terrible god
That will dance
too close for comfort
as lights flash in
a crowded room,
talons that
scrape down
every inch of
their skin
leaving them
starved for weeks
until they finally
cave into it,
into the
godless
side of
me.
too close for comfort
as lights flash in
a crowded room,
talons that
scrape down
every inch of
their skin
leaving them
starved for weeks
until they finally
cave into it,
into the
godless
side of
me.
#erotic
#spiritual
#passion
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In sight, in mind
You have no idea
how colossal
this lit up city
made me feel
until your mouth
filled my thoughts
with stories you
shared with me.
Even in
your absence
I feel your soft
hands running
over my skin
as I lay by
my windowsill
blowing smoke
watching city
lights fading
into morning.
how colossal
this lit up city
made me feel
until your mouth
filled my thoughts
with stories you
shared with me.
Even in
your absence
I feel your soft
hands running
over my skin
as I lay by
my windowsill
blowing smoke
watching city
lights fading
into morning.
#love
#LGBT
#confessional
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Nobody dares to talk about the Dom
Do you know
you can stay at
the Savoy for a
whole night for
four figures?
but you have
to stay there
talking to your
client until he
falls asleep,
if he's kind
enough he'll
offer the other
bed to sleep in
and give you
breakfast in
the morning
so he's got
company.
Did you know
you can go to
Mayfair and
fist a lady for
five hundred
insisting that
you wear gloves
and lay a towel
down on the
mattress
...
you can stay at
the Savoy for a
whole night for
four figures?
but you have
to stay there
talking to your
client until he
falls asleep,
if he's kind
enough he'll
offer the other
bed to sleep in
and give you
breakfast in
the morning
so he's got
company.
Did you know
you can go to
Mayfair and
fist a lady for
five hundred
insisting that
you wear gloves
and lay a towel
down on the
mattress
...
#sex
#confessional
#job
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Firesong
I collect your walk
bursting into fire
roaming streets
branding chords
inside my chest
as flames waltz
inside my pupil,
certain as birds
waking up morning
announcing another
day through song
certain as light
breaking into night
where my hipbones
have crushed over
you in the dark.
bursting into fire
roaming streets
branding chords
inside my chest
as flames waltz
inside my pupil,
certain as birds
waking up morning
announcing another
day through song
certain as light
breaking into night
where my hipbones
have crushed over
you in the dark.
#love
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