Submissions by blue_angel
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Crafting Poetess in your midst...
watermelon wine {wordplay}
cautiously
I approach silence
in need of somatic stimulating
alas, still afraid to
explore confliction
in a single reading;
cuffing inspiration's tongue
never biting the chains with your own maul
always blaming a distant entity, sigh low
slides when your house of straw snaps
below the weight of your pitiful
fallacy
the chemical induced spirituality
- blue angel, scrolls
***
moon lush
eyes
tense an tie, my soul
time has come to
drag shadows...
I approach silence
in need of somatic stimulating
alas, still afraid to
explore confliction
in a single reading;
cuffing inspiration's tongue
never biting the chains with your own maul
always blaming a distant entity, sigh low
slides when your house of straw snaps
below the weight of your pitiful
fallacy
the chemical induced spirituality
- blue angel, scrolls
***
moon lush
eyes
tense an tie, my soul
time has come to
drag shadows...
130 reads
6 Comments
erotic restraint; inspired by ancient Japanese court tradition
koi tracing below -
silky sleaves sway allure
cherry blossoms rain
pale skin, pouty plea
kimono sleek loosening
dragon fire displays
lowering eyes, meek
pursue heated gesturing
year of the horse romp
shadows dance on glade
whispers tangle passion's flame
pressing flesh against
enlaced capturing
slip below the crescent smile
wild young melody
stars witnessing frolicking
bloom, my darling -...
silky sleaves sway allure
cherry blossoms rain
pale skin, pouty plea
kimono sleek loosening
dragon fire displays
lowering eyes, meek
pursue heated gesturing
year of the horse romp
shadows dance on glade
whispers tangle passion's flame
pressing flesh against
enlaced capturing
slip below the crescent smile
wild young melody
stars witnessing frolicking
bloom, my darling -...
103 reads
8 Comments
lover,
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201 reads
17 Comments
M.I.A
Today, I walk along my favorite path.
You know the one,
where the vegetation kisses the sharp side of a long blade.
In the thicket.
Where the sight of thorns, lays on a crooked smile.
My mind slips away for awhile.
Far from those neurotoxic fixes and prolonged peels.
With amniotic fluid pulsing the sickness.
I saw your thrill. Just now.
In sporadic tremors, I shudder. Against that,
that thing that claws from the inside of the skull.
You know, -to rid and cull.
Away from toxic waste. The sex addict plays.
Romancing granite, and...
You know the one,
where the vegetation kisses the sharp side of a long blade.
In the thicket.
Where the sight of thorns, lays on a crooked smile.
My mind slips away for awhile.
Far from those neurotoxic fixes and prolonged peels.
With amniotic fluid pulsing the sickness.
I saw your thrill. Just now.
In sporadic tremors, I shudder. Against that,
that thing that claws from the inside of the skull.
You know, -to rid and cull.
Away from toxic waste. The sex addict plays.
Romancing granite, and...
128 reads
14 Comments
sheer curtains
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463 reads
17 Comments
Ode to Spring-
lustrous path
beckons deep
weightlessly adrift
tender pedals new
to Spring's lifting breath
sway fair willow
embrace long
moisten ripples strewn
sing remembrance
oh, gentle breeze
your fingers entwine
to quite radiant stirs
linger soft your
whispers
awaken fragrance
on Spring pastels abloom
beckons deep
weightlessly adrift
tender pedals new
to Spring's lifting breath
sway fair willow
embrace long
moisten ripples strewn
sing remembrance
oh, gentle breeze
your fingers entwine
to quite radiant stirs
linger soft your
whispers
awaken fragrance
on Spring pastels abloom
134 reads
14 Comments
preeminence
"Sanguine est Vita! she belts out, and with a swiftness she sinks the thorn deep into her palm and twists it.
Blood gushes upon the sand betwixt her knees.
Grasping a fist full of crimson sand, she slowly releases it into the gusting wind.
Sheets of misting rain immediately fall upon them.
Ten thousand oracle paces felt the shock of her misting graces.
-blue angel, scribes}
blatant-
cognitive notions
chosen to rise among thorns.
horned, medieval doppelganger
shadows my emerald storms.
...
Blood gushes upon the sand betwixt her knees.
Grasping a fist full of crimson sand, she slowly releases it into the gusting wind.
Sheets of misting rain immediately fall upon them.
Ten thousand oracle paces felt the shock of her misting graces.
-blue angel, scribes}
blatant-
cognitive notions
chosen to rise among thorns.
horned, medieval doppelganger
shadows my emerald storms.
...
86 reads
8 Comments
psyched for psycho
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381 reads
14 Comments
the moon in my window
wild soft promises', by jim morrison; spawned inpiration
there is a moon in my window, it wanes
slightly tilting its crown through fragile panes
to reach in my soul, and fondle my dreams
fondle my dreams with luminous embrace
rise and fall reckless across naked songs
wild soft promises, sway the universe
rythmic verses on an endless journey
an endless journey, carved from wavy lips
asking why, why must you touch so deeply
just feel my pulse capturing your season
...
there is a moon in my window, it wanes
slightly tilting its crown through fragile panes
to reach in my soul, and fondle my dreams
fondle my dreams with luminous embrace
rise and fall reckless across naked songs
wild soft promises, sway the universe
rythmic verses on an endless journey
an endless journey, carved from wavy lips
asking why, why must you touch so deeply
just feel my pulse capturing your season
...
141 reads
8 Comments
tendrils twist
tendrils twist
against
luminous intent
our
whispers begin to shimmer
in iridescence
with inebriated senses, we inhale love's toxins
{exhaling remembrance, long since forgotten}
we tousle wildly
upon the hills of audaciousness
ravaging
as the aphrodisiac
infuses our systems chi
with ambrosia aroused
palates
pearlescent promises are deemed
above us, stars dangle dim
bare, embracing
meld ...
against
luminous intent
our
whispers begin to shimmer
in iridescence
with inebriated senses, we inhale love's toxins
{exhaling remembrance, long since forgotten}
we tousle wildly
upon the hills of audaciousness
ravaging
as the aphrodisiac
infuses our systems chi
with ambrosia aroused
palates
pearlescent promises are deemed
above us, stars dangle dim
bare, embracing
meld ...
103 reads
11 Comments
Red Bird
supremely perched, observing the earth
with fiery feathers preened to a tee in an abstract normality
the spaciousness of carved wordings entice curious fingertips to press against
courtly verses as they passed through ancient breaths
this adornment is heaved high upon a rift
today, winter's canopy chokes the sun from the inner sanctum
forcing out the horizon's pungent displays of serenading inspirations
translucent fingers easily reach in and squeeze tightened emotions again
savoring...
with fiery feathers preened to a tee in an abstract normality
the spaciousness of carved wordings entice curious fingertips to press against
courtly verses as they passed through ancient breaths
this adornment is heaved high upon a rift
today, winter's canopy chokes the sun from the inner sanctum
forcing out the horizon's pungent displays of serenading inspirations
translucent fingers easily reach in and squeeze tightened emotions again
savoring...
96 reads
16 Comments
You're Standing on my Grave
You're standing on my grave
can't you see ?
The brittle leaves have finally gone away.
Orchards of your morgue scented whispers
silently sway to their resting place,
longing still to feel the fleeting fingers of day.
Those roots reach and twist tighter around
the splendor of rest that you call, ecstasy in decay
You're kneeling on my grave
can't you see?
Across clear rivers that ran their course to deliver me.
Marking with your eyes the Moon's path tonight
You can't see the stars for the...
can't you see ?
The brittle leaves have finally gone away.
Orchards of your morgue scented whispers
silently sway to their resting place,
longing still to feel the fleeting fingers of day.
Those roots reach and twist tighter around
the splendor of rest that you call, ecstasy in decay
You're kneeling on my grave
can't you see?
Across clear rivers that ran their course to deliver me.
Marking with your eyes the Moon's path tonight
You can't see the stars for the...
259 reads
27 Comments
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