Submissions by vellvet-vorttex
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
In the depths of night, I find my voice—thoughts forming into feelings, then words on paper; a poet navigating a tainted world. My journey began with music and flickering flames. I write to capture fleeting moments, timeless memories, and deep desires.
Reminisce: A Night Road Trip - in collab with Revisionary
Fireflies, like neon signs, lit up the tree line
Night sky has a hold on me, lost in a moonlit reverie
The same dirt roads we once traveled, feel so dreary
Tainted by the sorrow, echoes of our past simplicities
Ghosts line the path intrinsically
Taxing, our expensive priceless memories, now submerged in whiskey
Feeling quite cheap tonight, but one thought emerges when emotions flow turgid as tears rush to the eye
We used to sit on the car looking out to the stars, just us two on a road trip
Dusk approaches, and the silent loners bask...
Night sky has a hold on me, lost in a moonlit reverie
The same dirt roads we once traveled, feel so dreary
Tainted by the sorrow, echoes of our past simplicities
Ghosts line the path intrinsically
Taxing, our expensive priceless memories, now submerged in whiskey
Feeling quite cheap tonight, but one thought emerges when emotions flow turgid as tears rush to the eye
We used to sit on the car looking out to the stars, just us two on a road trip
Dusk approaches, and the silent loners bask...
#IMissYou
#love
257 reads
2 Comments
Scream of the Butterfly
Celebration of him, the Lizard King
He had many games he played in his head
To become different people
To wake up amongst different grounds
To wake up on the west beaches
Many loved him, but he loved not many
He wants to dissolve in an escape with the redhead of his dreams
Sweaty atmosphere, smog underneath the lights
Run into the bliss of blood-stained lips
Swollen pulses
Dilated eyes
Metamorphosis is in retrograde
Flowing movements of spinning vinyl of Sinatra
Misses Red made him feel so...
He had many games he played in his head
To become different people
To wake up amongst different grounds
To wake up on the west beaches
Many loved him, but he loved not many
He wants to dissolve in an escape with the redhead of his dreams
Sweaty atmosphere, smog underneath the lights
Run into the bliss of blood-stained lips
Swollen pulses
Dilated eyes
Metamorphosis is in retrograde
Flowing movements of spinning vinyl of Sinatra
Misses Red made him feel so...
#dreams
#escape
#FallingInLove #love
#FallingInLove #love
358 reads
4 Comments
Secrets Of The Cemetery
Cemetery holds secrets of the untold truth.
Where spirited souls lie there tormented;
With their pulsing hearts that rattle the dead
That awakens one that yearns to bleed.
Rises with frowns that glow in moonlit silver.
Where winds blow secrets to leaves,
That swiftly descend onto the obscure grave tombs.
The soul ascends to the existent.
Roaming its grave but in search of its beloved.
Graves hold memories.
A glimpse of two lively souls captivated by each other.
Their love was immeasurable.
Obsidian was their color...
Where spirited souls lie there tormented;
With their pulsing hearts that rattle the dead
That awakens one that yearns to bleed.
Rises with frowns that glow in moonlit silver.
Where winds blow secrets to leaves,
That swiftly descend onto the obscure grave tombs.
The soul ascends to the existent.
Roaming its grave but in search of its beloved.
Graves hold memories.
A glimpse of two lively souls captivated by each other.
Their love was immeasurable.
Obsidian was their color...
#dark
#love
320 reads
5 Comments
The Phantom Of The Love Abyss
The Phantom of the love abyss
Circulates
Within the velvet heart
With muted gleams
And glossy gaze
Arms cloak like the Phantom's cape
Safe in his skin
Dangerous melodies inside throbbing hearts
His whispers
Suffocation
Nape brushes
Arise steaming goosebumps
Scorched lips
Fiery flames
Closed eyes
Lasting taste
Hazy evenings
Fainted notes
Swiftly swaying
His voice croons
Leather gloves
Billowy dresses
Close clutches
Rapid breaths
Fervor faints
Carries the distresses ...
Circulates
Within the velvet heart
With muted gleams
And glossy gaze
Arms cloak like the Phantom's cape
Safe in his skin
Dangerous melodies inside throbbing hearts
His whispers
Suffocation
Nape brushes
Arise steaming goosebumps
Scorched lips
Fiery flames
Closed eyes
Lasting taste
Hazy evenings
Fainted notes
Swiftly swaying
His voice croons
Leather gloves
Billowy dresses
Close clutches
Rapid breaths
Fervor faints
Carries the distresses ...
#love
287 reads
10 Comments
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