Submissions by neves
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When the curls start to speak
Anima
On bright
mornings
when air
is crystal
i'll open
your window
leave psyche
with you,
fly as fury
sacrifices
to a new
dawn.
mornings
when air
is crystal
i'll open
your window
leave psyche
with you,
fly as fury
sacrifices
to a new
dawn.
#nature
#mythology
#spiritual
300 reads
2 Comments
Beware the parade
Who shape
themselves
into overlords
bumbling
their way out
of early graves
without looking
at you directly
in the face,
who's tongue
present flowers
in some urgent
like manner
only to trance
around your
precious skull,
they are
always
nothing
without
somebody
like you.
themselves
into overlords
bumbling
their way out
of early graves
without looking
at you directly
in the face,
who's tongue
present flowers
in some urgent
like manner
only to trance
around your
precious skull,
they are
always
nothing
without
somebody
like you.
#SelfWorth
#StreamOfConsciousness
259 reads
2 Comments
Still
You linger
in my veins.
in my veins.
#love
#confessional
362 reads
2 Comments
Carnal thoughts
How a mind
rapidly aches
thinking
about you
laying all
of your fire
down on a
stark sheet
patiently—
waiting for
my hands
filled with
gasoline
to greet
your burn
in small
touches.
rapidly aches
thinking
about you
laying all
of your fire
down on a
stark sheet
patiently—
waiting for
my hands
filled with
gasoline
to greet
your burn
in small
touches.
#erotic
#fire
#nature
523 reads
4 Comments
Blood mother
Don't want to
be held under
lights radiating
velvet violence
see banshees
stare and laugh
in their dirty
under tones,
I want to know
every part of
this mangled
up body
torn in ways
people only
see in strange
nightmares,
feel every
beat pound
back to
mother.
be held under
lights radiating
velvet violence
see banshees
stare and laugh
in their dirty
under tones,
I want to know
every part of
this mangled
up body
torn in ways
people only
see in strange
nightmares,
feel every
beat pound
back to
mother.
#confessional
#SelfReflection
332 reads
3 Comments
Ball in chest
Had to go out
of my own way
to call a sister up
letting her
know how
things truly
went down
warning her
about kinds
who behave
like he does,
I know
she's big
and bad
enough
to make
her own
decisions,
for me it
tastes like
impending
doom
as my hands
shake talking
on the phone
thinking i'll
never be free
from his grip,
how it
crushes
my chest.
of my own way
to call a sister up
letting her
know how
things truly
went down
warning her
about kinds
who behave
like he does,
I know
she's big
and bad
enough
to make
her own
decisions,
for me it
tastes like
impending
doom
as my hands
shake talking
on the phone
thinking i'll
never be free
from his grip,
how it
crushes
my chest.
#anxiety
#dark
#friendship
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
367 reads
11 Comments
Thirty two
I feel you slowly
erasing from
every line
almost as
if you're living
half dead &
half alive,
all I wonder
about lately
is whether
or not you
half cried,
perhaps
my only sin
is knowing
my feet
carry
on.
erasing from
every line
almost as
if you're living
half dead &
half alive,
all I wonder
about lately
is whether
or not you
half cried,
perhaps
my only sin
is knowing
my feet
carry
on.
#love
#MovingOn
#acceptance #emotional
#acceptance #emotional
486 reads
8 Comments
No
isn't an art
but the power
is underused
especially
since your ears
couldn't hear
my voice
tearing in two
after every
blow
which.
always.
came.
from.
you.
it's a power
bestowed
after a
fifty seven
year old man
explains the
powers that
lay in deep
coercion,
how violence
doesn't always
lay in hands
of wayward
people
but a throat
taught wrong;
can turn into
the greatest ...
but the power
is underused
especially
since your ears
couldn't hear
my voice
tearing in two
after every
blow
which.
always.
came.
from.
you.
it's a power
bestowed
after a
fifty seven
year old man
explains the
powers that
lay in deep
coercion,
how violence
doesn't always
lay in hands
of wayward
people
but a throat
taught wrong;
can turn into
the greatest ...
#sadness
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles #humankind
#LifeStruggles #humankind
373 reads
3 Comments
Maul
i.
They didn't
quite know
what to do
so they place
upright hands
upon a red
oak table
ii.
tension rises
reading lines
branded into
soft flesh
as they lean
their head
against my
forehead
iii.
I never thought
tables would
become my
nemesis
iv.
until my
carnal legs
craved to
climb
across
that god
forsaken
table.
They didn't
quite know
what to do
so they place
upright hands
upon a red
oak table
ii.
tension rises
reading lines
branded into
soft flesh
as they lean
their head
against my
forehead
iii.
I never thought
tables would
become my
nemesis
iv.
until my
carnal legs
craved to
climb
across
that god
forsaken
table.
#erotic
#StreamOfConsciousness
383 reads
6 Comments
Red star
On hilltops
I sit alone
late at night
after hours
in the office,
counting dots
into red stars
glowing in
their own
violence
like your
sharp words
pirouetting
around my
thoughts.
I sit alone
late at night
after hours
in the office,
counting dots
into red stars
glowing in
their own
violence
like your
sharp words
pirouetting
around my
thoughts.
#sadness
#heartbroken
#LifeStruggles
315 reads
2 Comments
Pulp
I can't
imagine it
without you
not having
you between
my fingers
curving loops
into the back
of godly flesh
in ebony ink,
this strange
dance only
we have
learned.
imagine it
without you
not having
you between
my fingers
curving loops
into the back
of godly flesh
in ebony ink,
this strange
dance only
we have
learned.
#erotic
#LifeAsAWriter
403 reads
2 Comments
Some people
will write
tragedies
for others
to finish.
tragedies
for others
to finish.
#dark
#humankind
#tragedy
409 reads
2 Comments
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