Submissions by velvetscarlet (Matthew M. Danielson)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write as inspiration comes to me. It could be five times in a day, or once in five days. I've been writing since 2000. Pain, love, loss, and beauty inspire me.
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Oct 2011 2:17am
5th Oct 2011 2:17am
Joined of the Flesh
I don't feel numb when I'm with you
I feel dumbed-down when I'm without
Is it wrong for us to be here?
Planting seeds within your garden
in this place to the left of God
In hell, we have found ecstasy
Together, we are Gomorrah and Sodom
Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
I feel dumbed-down when I'm without
Is it wrong for us to be here?
Planting seeds within your garden
in this place to the left of God
In hell, we have found ecstasy
Together, we are Gomorrah and Sodom
Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Sep 2011 7:13pm
24th Sep 2011 7:13pm
The Body as a Vessel
There are things to be read in posture
in voice tone and glances thrown
What do I say to you,
around and without the words?
Do tell...
Do you see hell?
Behind the retina, through my window,
is a swarm of mosquitoes
a manged pack of scavengers
All of the above
eyeing your flesh
What would be a halo,
is a harem of vultures circling my scalp
waiting, wondering what will be left
when all the stronger carnivores have gone
These wretches keep good company,
while life on the outside passes with time
Copyright 2011 Matthew...
in voice tone and glances thrown
What do I say to you,
around and without the words?
Do tell...
Do you see hell?
Behind the retina, through my window,
is a swarm of mosquitoes
a manged pack of scavengers
All of the above
eyeing your flesh
What would be a halo,
is a harem of vultures circling my scalp
waiting, wondering what will be left
when all the stronger carnivores have gone
These wretches keep good company,
while life on the outside passes with time
Copyright 2011 Matthew...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Sep 2011 6:45pm
24th Sep 2011 6:45pm
The Cool Heart _ Dry as Leaves
Look at the clouds falling down
along with the sun and leaves
Cooler times are rolling in
on a thousand colored breeze
All are turning in for sleep,
save for me
I'll mosey on with a pill in my throat
and no kiss on my cheek
Counting down the pages 'til the last
Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
along with the sun and leaves
Cooler times are rolling in
on a thousand colored breeze
All are turning in for sleep,
save for me
I'll mosey on with a pill in my throat
and no kiss on my cheek
Counting down the pages 'til the last
Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
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STORY POEM
Published
15th Aug 2011 9:03pm
15th Aug 2011 9:03pm
The Occasional Dream
Cool air falls down, and with it dew
An undertow of melatonin washes through
Let my dreams not be haunted
by the truth I know they hold
Bless my rest with naivete,
if only for this night alone
Send me on high from the top of a tower
up to a place where the sky turns red
I need no higher dimension
Go down
Go down
All of you
until the air is clear
Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
An undertow of melatonin washes through
Let my dreams not be haunted
by the truth I know they hold
Bless my rest with naivete,
if only for this night alone
Send me on high from the top of a tower
up to a place where the sky turns red
I need no higher dimension
Go down
Go down
All of you
until the air is clear
Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Aug 2011 4:40am
9th Aug 2011 4:40am
Creature of the Sun
Your skin, curved and smooth,
bare in this afternoon heat
Your scent,
hot with oil, sweat, and pheromone
Covering scantily is a cloth,
white and suggestive
I see you disappear under the waves,
then emerge, immersed as a new being
Slick, glistening, and transformed
Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
bare in this afternoon heat
Your scent,
hot with oil, sweat, and pheromone
Covering scantily is a cloth,
white and suggestive
I see you disappear under the waves,
then emerge, immersed as a new being
Slick, glistening, and transformed
Copyright 2011 Matthew M. Danielson
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2011 8:41pm
10th Jul 2011 8:41pm
Filthy Filter
Don't ask for answers from fools or snakes
You won't like what you hear,
if you hear anything at all
If it pleases your ear,
you'll know it to be untrue
I looked through the cracks in my mind,
and saw your reality
It made mine more sickening
Hell knows no class, creed, or color
Demons follow in times and places of light and dark alike
Quickly, quietly, in the turning of a head,
feathers and halos turn to scales and nails
In happy endings, you see what you want
My thoughts graduate to seeing what I'll never have
Does this mean I...
You won't like what you hear,
if you hear anything at all
If it pleases your ear,
you'll know it to be untrue
I looked through the cracks in my mind,
and saw your reality
It made mine more sickening
Hell knows no class, creed, or color
Demons follow in times and places of light and dark alike
Quickly, quietly, in the turning of a head,
feathers and halos turn to scales and nails
In happy endings, you see what you want
My thoughts graduate to seeing what I'll never have
Does this mean I...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Feb 2010 7:43pm
25th Feb 2010 7:43pm
Fluctuating Ballistic
I smell tasteless things on you
I just might partake
Don't scream, or I'll leave it there
For our short time,
Buy me your new flesh
You graze on my cheek,
And draw back a slivered hand
I turn to look,
And you open the breaker switch
Just in time for me to remove another article
I wandered in deep,
Right into your hard wake
Following, I weaved and cast away
Pilot of a leather body
Owner of the threadbare eyes
Relieve your holster of that sidearm
Let's dance
© 2010 Matthew M. Danielson
[No.3] Solve...
I just might partake
Don't scream, or I'll leave it there
For our short time,
Buy me your new flesh
You graze on my cheek,
And draw back a slivered hand
I turn to look,
And you open the breaker switch
Just in time for me to remove another article
I wandered in deep,
Right into your hard wake
Following, I weaved and cast away
Pilot of a leather body
Owner of the threadbare eyes
Relieve your holster of that sidearm
Let's dance
© 2010 Matthew M. Danielson
[No.3] Solve...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2010 7:41pm
25th Feb 2010 7:41pm
Solvation
W A R N I N G
Your own poltergeists are the most violent
This wood, drywall and gravel is seething, pulsing
On my eyes, everything sleeps, nothing dies
This is the only complete out
Good Evening, Farewell and Good Night
I'm the only one who can leave the door cracked,
For the Baphomets to follow
I watched our trail 'til it ended
Wishing I could fall in
Standing where we had, earlier that afternoon
Willingly, I lost my way home
What's the devil got to do
With the cracks under your feet?
Is he peeking in?
Neurons are...
Your own poltergeists are the most violent
This wood, drywall and gravel is seething, pulsing
On my eyes, everything sleeps, nothing dies
This is the only complete out
Good Evening, Farewell and Good Night
I'm the only one who can leave the door cracked,
For the Baphomets to follow
I watched our trail 'til it ended
Wishing I could fall in
Standing where we had, earlier that afternoon
Willingly, I lost my way home
What's the devil got to do
With the cracks under your feet?
Is he peeking in?
Neurons are...
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