Submissions by neves
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When the curls start to speak
Slow down, babe
When letters
arrive they
will hold you
by the throat
as your head
turns into a
carnival of
thoughts,
leaving
Cirque du Soleil
like a gang of
amateurs.
arrive they
will hold you
by the throat
as your head
turns into a
carnival of
thoughts,
leaving
Cirque du Soleil
like a gang of
amateurs.
#LifeAsAWriter
#unicorns
#minimalist
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I am not rooted
upon this
claylike soil
but to feel
evey root
tangled in
your spine
as feet
begin calling
out towards
the stars
would be
enough;
to make
singular
words
arrive
crashing
down to
earth.
claylike soil
but to feel
evey root
tangled in
your spine
as feet
begin calling
out towards
the stars
would be
enough;
to make
singular
words
arrive
crashing
down to
earth.
#erotic
#earth
#universe #nature
#universe #nature
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Endless, aimless
I learnt you
in the form
of another
hidden away
inside some
loving relative
kind of way,
I felt it
when you
would come
to babysit
my young
bones
as you would
pretend villian
chasing me all
around a bare
faced table,
I felt it in
every giggle
trying hard
to escape
each one
of your
tickles
soon as
you caught
me in your
endless
arms,
I still think
about how
much those
arms...
in the form
of another
hidden away
inside some
loving relative
kind of way,
I felt it
when you
would come
to babysit
my young
bones
as you would
pretend villian
chasing me all
around a bare
faced table,
I felt it in
every giggle
trying hard
to escape
each one
of your
tickles
soon as
you caught
me in your
endless
arms,
I still think
about how
much those
arms...
#mother
#confessional
#LifeCycle
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Sappho probably said it better
But I cannot
simply dismiss
the way they
said about
how I wasn't
kidding about
my towering
resistance
and I recall
how patience
grew thinner
than a single
hair strand,
feeling
heat rise
in-between
two columms
waiting for
divine miracles
to descend on
their narrow
stairwell.
I've always
been about
the waiting
like having
enough time
in the day to
catch prey
as soft faces ...
simply dismiss
the way they
said about
how I wasn't
kidding about
my towering
resistance
and I recall
how patience
grew thinner
than a single
hair strand,
feeling
heat rise
in-between
two columms
waiting for
divine miracles
to descend on
their narrow
stairwell.
I've always
been about
the waiting
like having
enough time
in the day to
catch prey
as soft faces ...
#erotic
#fire
#nature
#confessional
#mythology
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The load, the click
The pen lays
inside my palms
sliding deep in
my pockets
there is a fire
burning slowly;
deep furnaces
longing to appear
as stains on paper
for another eye
to glance upon,
they come
in crescendos
of car crashes
striking down
each lesson
as it goes
because life
isn't a scene
of moments
filled with
beauty or
nostalgia,
this pen
in my pocket
isn't beautiful
every rage
lays inside
a chamber ...
inside my palms
sliding deep in
my pockets
there is a fire
burning slowly;
deep furnaces
longing to appear
as stains on paper
for another eye
to glance upon,
they come
in crescendos
of car crashes
striking down
each lesson
as it goes
because life
isn't a scene
of moments
filled with
beauty or
nostalgia,
this pen
in my pocket
isn't beautiful
every rage
lays inside
a chamber ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Draining the colour
I arrive into sanctuary.
We spent two summers here
filled with mixed memories,
it was raining but I couldn't
help feeling every sting as
rain falls on my jacket.
I think on
every word
tumbling out
of your lips
saying how
I brought colour
into your life like
nobody has ever
done before.
I look up at trees
towering over us
hearing branches
blow in a violent
unison as words
try piercing into
my eardrums
thinking about
every moment
quietly...
We spent two summers here
filled with mixed memories,
it was raining but I couldn't
help feeling every sting as
rain falls on my jacket.
I think on
every word
tumbling out
of your lips
saying how
I brought colour
into your life like
nobody has ever
done before.
I look up at trees
towering over us
hearing branches
blow in a violent
unison as words
try piercing into
my eardrums
thinking about
every moment
quietly...
#nature
#confessional
#MovingOn
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Jaguar
Air grows thin
as your breath
begins to rise
feeling flesh
moulding into
the arch of
your spine,
I won't
apologise
for knowing
where your
itches lie
as my nails
crawl down
scratching
every part
of them,
how my
tongue finds
every flame
burning
in you
slowly
dousing
each little
flicker
as sighs
imprint
on my
jaw.
as your breath
begins to rise
feeling flesh
moulding into
the arch of
your spine,
I won't
apologise
for knowing
where your
itches lie
as my nails
crawl down
scratching
every part
of them,
how my
tongue finds
every flame
burning
in you
slowly
dousing
each little
flicker
as sighs
imprint
on my
jaw.
#erotic
#nature
#spiritual
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2 Comments
It's alright
You lost
everything
I eventually
found,
I ain't
giving it
fucking
back
boy.
everything
I eventually
found,
I ain't
giving it
fucking
back
boy.
#MovingOn
#minimalist
#healing
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5 Comments
Soma
You could
never refuse
hopping on
transport
or stop
your limbs
falling over
themselves,
you could
never stop
your spirit
coming
closer
and
closer
as eyes
draw out
an inner
animal
within
you.
never refuse
hopping on
transport
or stop
your limbs
falling over
themselves,
you could
never stop
your spirit
coming
closer
and
closer
as eyes
draw out
an inner
animal
within
you.
#erotic
#spiritual
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Skin
I think of you
as my eyes
eclipse into
two moons
how it feels
to grow up
like fruits
without
a skin,
reminds me
i'm old enough
to know about
some pain
to be born
without love
and country,
this certain
darkness.
as my eyes
eclipse into
two moons
how it feels
to grow up
like fruits
without
a skin,
reminds me
i'm old enough
to know about
some pain
to be born
without love
and country,
this certain
darkness.
#dark
#childhood
#confessional
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The loneliest gods in the world
Will make
limbs bend
in ways we
can't speak
to hear
hymns sing
from trunk to
branches,
until you
return to
their old
roots.
limbs bend
in ways we
can't speak
to hear
hymns sing
from trunk to
branches,
until you
return to
their old
roots.
#forest
#nature
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In memory of an eye
Because we know
how time will pass
as your arms
wrap themselves
around another
kind of human.
My only hope
is that you will
finally see
their eyes
begin to carve
themselves in
a loving way,
your pupils
exploding
like every
dying star
touching
earth in a
familiar
kiss,
how they
will resemble
the shape
of mine
as the
rest is
left to
rust.
how time will pass
as your arms
wrap themselves
around another
kind of human.
My only hope
is that you will
finally see
their eyes
begin to carve
themselves in
a loving way,
your pupils
exploding
like every
dying star
touching
earth in a
familiar
kiss,
how they
will resemble
the shape
of mine
as the
rest is
left to
rust.
#confessional
#MovingOn
#acceptance
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3 Comments
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