Submissions by neves
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When the curls start to speak
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2024 11:57pm
20th May 2024 11:57pm
Storm Jez
It ends or continues
that's how you roll
through the lightning,
igniting scars across
your skin turning
into life long
lessons
it's how you deal
with the rumbling
of thunderstorms,
echoing through
your ears as you
wake up from
a nightmare
because we're
all storm jez, we
either end or
continue.
that's how you roll
through the lightning,
igniting scars across
your skin turning
into life long
lessons
it's how you deal
with the rumbling
of thunderstorms,
echoing through
your ears as you
wake up from
a nightmare
because we're
all storm jez, we
either end or
continue.
#confessional
#LifeCycle
#nature #storm
#nature #storm
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th May 2024 11:28am
20th May 2024 11:28am
Taste of champagne
One of my girls
got talking to me tonight
asking if ever thought
about going back
in the game,
it was a
good question
but she was always
a hard hitter in
that way
I said things change
my lovely,
situations pull us
in all kinds of
directions
and people
like us evolve
into what we
are born to do
I kept my response
to that alone;
knowing she
pulled herself out ...
got talking to me tonight
asking if ever thought
about going back
in the game,
it was a
good question
but she was always
a hard hitter in
that way
I said things change
my lovely,
situations pull us
in all kinds of
directions
and people
like us evolve
into what we
are born to do
I kept my response
to that alone;
knowing she
pulled herself out ...
#confessional
#LifeCycle
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2024 2:45pm
1st May 2024 2:45pm
Those sister signs have got it in for me
They personify day
that burning star
hanging in blue skies
like a stranger, my
pupils dilating in
and out settling
into the light
they shed.
I personify night
that bombay cat
under a streetlight
replicating chaos
beneath a humid
dark summer sky,
cleaning whiskers
in the aftermath of
marking their skin
in rituals, slowly
peeling away a
unfamiliarity in
their core.
that burning star
hanging in blue skies
like a stranger, my
pupils dilating in
and out settling
into the light
they shed.
I personify night
that bombay cat
under a streetlight
replicating chaos
beneath a humid
dark summer sky,
cleaning whiskers
in the aftermath of
marking their skin
in rituals, slowly
peeling away a
unfamiliarity in
their core.
#erotic
#LGBT
#love
#polyamory
#relationships
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2024 11:40pm
26th Apr 2024 11:40pm
Animal matter
What if I said
there are hard parts i'll never reveal,
if I said how wind knows my back
more than most people
well, maybe you oughta know
exactly where i'm coming from
in the way my skin has been handled
like carcasses in a slaughterhouse
battered into soft leather matter,
durable, wrapped round large hands
that turned everything into shit soon
as the callous parts touched it,
maybe you oughta know
exactly where i'm coming from
in the way my fingers switch on the news ...
there are hard parts i'll never reveal,
if I said how wind knows my back
more than most people
well, maybe you oughta know
exactly where i'm coming from
in the way my skin has been handled
like carcasses in a slaughterhouse
battered into soft leather matter,
durable, wrapped round large hands
that turned everything into shit soon
as the callous parts touched it,
maybe you oughta know
exactly where i'm coming from
in the way my fingers switch on the news ...
#confessional
#nature
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2024 7:46pm
22nd Apr 2024 7:46pm
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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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Apr 2024 9:11pm
13th Apr 2024 9:11pm
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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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2024 11:34pm
12th Apr 2024 11:34pm
What a shame
To believe
giving a fuck
came with
my outfit.
giving a fuck
came with
my outfit.
#minimalist
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Apr 2024 5:01pm
7th Apr 2024 5:01pm
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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SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2024 4:18am
1st Apr 2024 4:18am
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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EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2024 4:48pm
22nd Mar 2024 4:48pm
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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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2024 2:52am
21st Feb 2024 2:52am
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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SELF POEM
Published
15th Feb 2024 2:13pm
15th Feb 2024 2:13pm
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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