Submissions by neves
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When the curls start to speak
Number 74
I arrived at the door only to be met by this 51 year old prep, I could smell Jo Malone on her, if I had to guess from the notes I think it was lime, basil and mandarin, not a single line was found on her blouse or her flared trousers, her green eyes darted up and down and I knew by then she probably hadn't been touched for years, I was the animal stood on the doorstep of an immaculate townhouse, she brushed her hand gently across my leather shoulder as I entered.
I gazed at photographs sitting perfectly
in their silver framed pedestals,...
I gazed at photographs sitting perfectly
in their silver framed pedestals,...
#ShortStory
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Sentient
You are a
semi-colon
unbuttoning
my full stops.
semi-colon
unbuttoning
my full stops.
#erotic
#love
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Poor Girl
They want you
in and out the shell
until everything
lays down bare
and the last word
of grandiose is
chipped away
from meaning
because you know
poor girl,
those rooms
can only stay
in their uniforms
their ways, their
own shapes
but the repeat
will be the most
deafening thing
we'll ever know
before silence
takes on the
next chapter.
in and out the shell
until everything
lays down bare
and the last word
of grandiose is
chipped away
from meaning
because you know
poor girl,
those rooms
can only stay
in their uniforms
their ways, their
own shapes
but the repeat
will be the most
deafening thing
we'll ever know
before silence
takes on the
next chapter.
#LifeCycle
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Bring me your ache
My beloved one
spread them out
like a tapestry
waiting to be
unfurled
show me thread
on embroidery
as my hands
glide over
stitching,
lay your lips
on my forehead
let them burn
into me like
hot wax,
leave me
marked
by you.
spread them out
like a tapestry
waiting to be
unfurled
show me thread
on embroidery
as my hands
glide over
stitching,
lay your lips
on my forehead
let them burn
into me like
hot wax,
leave me
marked
by you.
#love
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Taste and burn
I'm not overly
affectionate
but it does
come around
in small ways,
I'll ask if you
have eaten
anything
offer coffee
as we walk
the streets
talking,
give a sister
some money
so she can
get a ride
because she's
been dying to
see Goodrem
for years
but she fears
the journey
back home
late at night.
I've drank
certain kinds
of darkness
forced into
tasting flavours
that only leave
sour...
affectionate
but it does
come around
in small ways,
I'll ask if you
have eaten
anything
offer coffee
as we walk
the streets
talking,
give a sister
some money
so she can
get a ride
because she's
been dying to
see Goodrem
for years
but she fears
the journey
back home
late at night.
I've drank
certain kinds
of darkness
forced into
tasting flavours
that only leave
sour...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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Speaking in astrology
A brave soul awakens
from eternal slumber,
high roars echo in
a modern universe
you have lived
many years already
dear Leo, born under
undying punk stars
so let them hear
your wilderness,
crying to be sung
from deep within.
from eternal slumber,
high roars echo in
a modern universe
you have lived
many years already
dear Leo, born under
undying punk stars
so let them hear
your wilderness,
crying to be sung
from deep within.
#courage
#universe
#astrology #fate
#astrology #fate
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Whirlpool
For yellow eyes
revealing each
stain marked
on your life
for nights
left jagged
on strange
roadsides,
for hangovers
that never came
reminding you
to slow down
for sunrays
unmercifully
beating on
a window,
for half bottles
sunbathing on
small bedsides
and the hand
that stated
it's enough
to breathe
without living
in a bourbon
whirlpool.
revealing each
stain marked
on your life
for nights
left jagged
on strange
roadsides,
for hangovers
that never came
reminding you
to slow down
for sunrays
unmercifully
beating on
a window,
for half bottles
sunbathing on
small bedsides
and the hand
that stated
it's enough
to breathe
without living
in a bourbon
whirlpool.
#confessional
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Polyamory
If love
is a sin
my stake
is already
burning.
is a sin
my stake
is already
burning.
#confessional
#polyamory
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Triangle
The rules have
been too hard
for you to keep
lately your eyes
have not been
finding sleep,
some faces
roam inside
houses at
all hours.
been too hard
for you to keep
lately your eyes
have not been
finding sleep,
some faces
roam inside
houses at
all hours.
#minimalist
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Wild bones
I could have
gone too far
in ways mouths
cannot swallow
easily on the
way down,
immerse pain
into my speech
as wounds cry
from pale skin
knowing you
must come
into your
own way
not living
in a black
space of
existence,
sometimes
it isn't enough
hearing it from
bones living
too close
so I will say
it aloud my
darling one,
there is a
light calling
out for you
exhale this ...
gone too far
in ways mouths
cannot swallow
easily on the
way down,
immerse pain
into my speech
as wounds cry
from pale skin
knowing you
must come
into your
own way
not living
in a black
space of
existence,
sometimes
it isn't enough
hearing it from
bones living
too close
so I will say
it aloud my
darling one,
there is a
light calling
out for you
exhale this ...
#friendship
#spiritual
#confessional
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The body never lies, she said
I know it'll be
fifteen years
since you called
me a wild animal
I confirm that
hasn't changed
in the slightest
bit either
regardless
how a handful
did their worst
trying to bury
that animal
underground
or were simply
afraid of it—
I think about
how you never
denied yourself
anything at all
before you
shuffled from
this mortal
damp coil,
the way we
would mirror
lifespans in
a glimpse
how you would
laugh...
fifteen years
since you called
me a wild animal
I confirm that
hasn't changed
in the slightest
bit either
regardless
how a handful
did their worst
trying to bury
that animal
underground
or were simply
afraid of it—
I think about
how you never
denied yourself
anything at all
before you
shuffled from
this mortal
damp coil,
the way we
would mirror
lifespans in
a glimpse
how you would
laugh...
#nature
#fate
#confessional #friendship
#confessional #friendship
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An echo, a fire
I immerse
into the bed
hearing
howls echo
from your
throat,
my two
fingers
clasp in
prayer
under
cotton
on fire.
into the bed
hearing
howls echo
from your
throat,
my two
fingers
clasp in
prayer
under
cotton
on fire.
#LGBT
#confessional
#spiritual
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