Submissions by neves
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When the curls start to speak
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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Speaking crow
Crow sits on a branch
black eyes, tilting his head
as wind rustle leaves
hanging on to winter
bleeding itself out
observing flesh
dressed in cotton
walking along his
path in silence,
drinking in faces
as remembrance
while grooming
mangled wings
from ambush
after ambush
that's how crow
commands your
flesh before him,
you'll hear no
caws calling
out from his
sharp beak
he demands
only to be felt.
black eyes, tilting his head
as wind rustle leaves
hanging on to winter
bleeding itself out
observing flesh
dressed in cotton
walking along his
path in silence,
drinking in faces
as remembrance
while grooming
mangled wings
from ambush
after ambush
that's how crow
commands your
flesh before him,
you'll hear no
caws calling
out from his
sharp beak
he demands
only to be felt.
#animals
#nature
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You couldn't handle fierce
I saw you once
but you didn't
recognise me
(just as well)
sure you can
paint your hair
a fierce kind
of red,
wear aesthetics
that can scream
'bad boy feels'
get piercings
until you run out
of spaces to
punch holes into,
collect a few
more tattoos
on your arms
but it wasn't
your flesh sinking
it's fangs into every
layer of mine it
could devour
it wasn't your hands
clawing into my chest
trying to snatch my...
but you didn't
recognise me
(just as well)
sure you can
paint your hair
a fierce kind
of red,
wear aesthetics
that can scream
'bad boy feels'
get piercings
until you run out
of spaces to
punch holes into,
collect a few
more tattoos
on your arms
but it wasn't
your flesh sinking
it's fangs into every
layer of mine it
could devour
it wasn't your hands
clawing into my chest
trying to snatch my...
#unicorns
#passion
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I've been drowning for so long
My lungs cannot tell
if they're inhaling
air or water.
if they're inhaling
air or water.
#minimalist
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Dobermann
My girl stood sixty seven centimetres
but I remember my girl when she was a baby,
her paws stumbling around the place as her
docked ears stand to attention
it was a small place but we managed, meaning my bed became her bed, every night she curled in a ball listening to a ticking clock emulating her mothers heartbeat, I slowly becoming something of a mothers warmth as her eyes closed dreaming of her next walk
in return she taught me a great deal more,
my fearless guide to the point of no...
but I remember my girl when she was a baby,
her paws stumbling around the place as her
docked ears stand to attention
it was a small place but we managed, meaning my bed became her bed, every night she curled in a ball listening to a ticking clock emulating her mothers heartbeat, I slowly becoming something of a mothers warmth as her eyes closed dreaming of her next walk
in return she taught me a great deal more,
my fearless guide to the point of no...
#love
#animals
#nature
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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The one who couldn't settle much
You come with
no warning signs
in little words with
short sentences
hitting nerves
of broken minds
and broken souls,
then you leave
to somewhere else
where nobody can
hunt your bones
and you return
to this empty bed
you know better
than anyone else,
where cold hands
from long nights
get lost inside
my red curls
scratched skin
finally resting
as the poison
works out of
your system,
velvet tones
execute words ...
no warning signs
in little words with
short sentences
hitting nerves
of broken minds
and broken souls,
then you leave
to somewhere else
where nobody can
hunt your bones
and you return
to this empty bed
you know better
than anyone else,
where cold hands
from long nights
get lost inside
my red curls
scratched skin
finally resting
as the poison
works out of
your system,
velvet tones
execute words ...
#confessional
#humankind
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I don't blame you for craving that edge
to want something
that annihilates
everything you
have ever known
as sheltered
flesh unravels
into wilderness
and regimental
bones shatter
to the floor,
I was street
enough to see
it dialating in
your pupils
as lips curl
to abstain
from that
hunger
I know
well.
that annihilates
everything you
have ever known
as sheltered
flesh unravels
into wilderness
and regimental
bones shatter
to the floor,
I was street
enough to see
it dialating in
your pupils
as lips curl
to abstain
from that
hunger
I know
well.
#erotic
#nature
#confessional
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Anatomy of a sole
Most humans your age
don't know what it is
walking away from
something they
loved doing
how much a kick
in the teeth it is
accepting lower
than you fiercely
provided before,
they don't know
each torment you
have gone through
to survive another
day living outside
the outskirts of
everything
but you know
better than most
living at your age,
perhaps even
those we're meant
to believe are more
worldly than us for
walking on earth ...
don't know what it is
walking away from
something they
loved doing
how much a kick
in the teeth it is
accepting lower
than you fiercely
provided before,
they don't know
each torment you
have gone through
to survive another
day living outside
the outskirts of
everything
but you know
better than most
living at your age,
perhaps even
those we're meant
to believe are more
worldly than us for
walking on earth ...
#confessional
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Solus
If you're doing it
for financial gain,
popularity or to
attract the one
i'd put that pen
down on the table
especially if I was
someone like you,
this road leads
to endless routes
our purposes often
require isolation
and the silence
is so beautiful
that others will
not know how
to handle us,
it's an unspoken
rule hiding away
behind words
each hand
has written
once you know
this it doesn't
stop not even
for...
for financial gain,
popularity or to
attract the one
i'd put that pen
down on the table
especially if I was
someone like you,
this road leads
to endless routes
our purposes often
require isolation
and the silence
is so beautiful
that others will
not know how
to handle us,
it's an unspoken
rule hiding away
behind words
each hand
has written
once you know
this it doesn't
stop not even
for...
#dark
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
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