Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Eclectic: Beyond the Skin
    Eclectic: Beyond the Skin
    Eclectic: Beyond the Skin
    Ebook174 pages1 hour

    Eclectic: Beyond the Skin

    By Queen of Spades

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Queen of Spades has returned in full force as she gives you a VIP Pass into her world, inviting a thorough excavation into the layers. Eclectic: Beyond the Skin is composed of these three primary layers that are described (as well as Deep Tissue):

    Do you just want to touch the surface? Then, take delight in Epidermis. Epidermis is a collection of senryu-esque poems that will leave a lengthy impact.

    Do you want to go beyond or just accustomed to “Vintage”? Then, take a dive into Dermis, where Queen exhibits what her old and new followers have classified as her vintage style. From attracting a new love to arousing outside awareness, Queen of Spades provides experiences that go beyond vintage and extend to the universal.

    Do you want to indulge in further depth? Then, savor Hypodermis. Hypodermis is a selection of ten proses/monologues that will bring you through a myriad of emotions, ranging from outrage and disappointment to laughter and triumph.

    For those of you who have this edition, you are in for a special treat. Eclectic: Beyond the Skin features a layer entitled Deep Tissue. Deep Tissue contains the short story, “Misfortune”, my first journey into short story writing in well over a decade. “Misfortune” will also be featured in Queen of Spades’ short story collection, Continuous Drips, which will be released late next year.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherQueen of Spades
    Release dateSep 11, 2013
    ISBN9781301008643
    Eclectic: Beyond the Skin
    Author

    Queen of Spades

    The best way to describe Queen of Spades is an Antiquated Hybrid— a contemporary author whose writings have a down-to-earth resonance to anyone who reads them. Since the age of eleven, Queen of Spades’ flowed with the fire of ideas indicative of rhythm inundated with stanzas. She made her writing debut as a presenter and poet in the anthology Soulful Branches: Words and Sounds. Her other poetry works include: Reflections of Soul, the Eclectic collection (Skin Edition and Beyond the Skin), the Spaded Truths collection (Themes and Proclamations and Life-O-Suction) and Private Pain: Amidst These Ashes. Queen of Spades also collaborates in subjects she is passionate about. She provided works in the April 2014 poetry anthology Words of Fire and Ice by Durham Editing and E-books. In addition, she partnered with fellow author MJ Holman on two works addressing the stigma of mental illness: The Sea of Conscience and Waves to Light. Storytelling took spotlight alongside poetry in Queen’s literary evolution. She has written three independent short stories: “Taint on Religion”, “Mr. Bradley’s Garden”, and “When Summer Lingers”. Furthermore, she has participated in a number of short story compilations, such as Continuous Drips, Concordant Vibrancy I, II, and III, and the Divergent Ink series (Crackles of the Heart). Some tout Queen of Spades is a Poet of the People. Others classify her as a Life Writer. The primary things that remains constant is her dedication to contemporary creativity while remaining true to herself. To track all things Queen of Spades, check out her Facebook Author Page or follow her on Twitter @authorqspades.

    Read more from Queen Of Spades

    Related to Eclectic

    Related ebooks

    Poetry For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Poetry Rx: You All Have Lied

      May 17, 2018

      Poetry Rx: You All Have Lied
      5 min read

    • Article

      An Interview With Xueyan

      Jun 24, 2023

      An Interview With Xueyan
      5 min read

    • Article

      Must-Read Poetry: September 2017

      Sep 11, 2017

      Isn’t that one of the purest goals of poetry—to justify our breaths? To recognize that we matter? The post Must-Read Poetry: September 2017 appeared first on The Millions.

      8 min read

    • Article

      Poetry Rx: This Is the Year

      Jan 3, 2019

      Poetry Rx: This Is the Year
      7 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Nov 1, 2022

      Day after Thanksgiving. I give thanks for Eveto beat the rush of appreciating hernext year and let her sleep inuntil three hundred o’clock.Thank you light on the mountainfor being my star on cloudy nights.Thank you all the guns I’ve never ownedand ki

      6 min read

    • Article

      Two Poems by Phillip B. Williams

      Dec 15, 2017

      The masters are yet dead. Wanting to be human,I tried to rewrite The Waste Land. The canon’s reachcasts ruinous light. The masters’ pens breachthis page where, above, my own hand spectates. Babylonrisen, exorcism in reverse, whose nature upended now?

      6 min read

    • Article

      Poetry Rx: No Feeling Is Final

      Mar 29, 2018

      Poetry Rx: No Feeling Is Final
      4 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Jan 1, 2023

      And god created the waves and we the graves beneath, bodies madeparticulate by the force of water against water, water against rock, againsttime. I descend into the deep in a kind of prayer, listen to its centuries.Make me pay, will you, make me hurt

      3 min read

    • Article

      Three Poems

      May 1, 2022

      I walked the sterile halls alone,walling my heart, afraid of whatI’d see. I found my mother first.You haven’t changed, she said, though I knewshe was merely hoping I’d say it back.Before I could speak, my father crieddown the hall. I guess his earswo

      1 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Jan 1, 2022

      followed—in front, as horses—into daisy& silver dancing, knowing the jaw who unkeysin the danced earth to drink me down to haints,& will go again. was willed. distrusted happiness, addicted to it.a god needs of a god. here, i don’t want to reachfor g

      3 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      Nov 1, 2020

      The American linden sways nonplussed by the storm,a bounce here, a shimmy there, just shaking like musicleft over from the night’s end wafting into the avenues before sleep.I remember once walking down Clinton Street, and singingthat line returning,

      4 min read

    • Article

      Two Poems

      Nov 1, 2021

      I have an endless appetite for starfruit,for biting my teeth into the universe and spitting outthe space junk, for licking the rings of my favorite planetsand never slicing my tongue. There’s a story I shareabout my birth where angels circle my dead

      2 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Eclectic

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Eclectic - Queen of Spades

      Action 101

      Breathe in, then breathe out

      You can do it, the brain chants

      Triumph mixed with stress

      The Office

      Type, click, save, and print

      Smiles and waves always on cue

      Waiting until five 

      Politics' Decay

      Democracy down

      auctioned off to special groups

      made a rich man's Bitch 

      Eulogy

      For the outspoken

      cheered for being mavericks

      only met by death 

      Unshackled 

      Racing towards the sun

      while tear filled eyes look on

      ain't missing nothin'

      Persevere

      Many painful hardships

      each contain many lessons

      thankful for the growth 

      Masquerade

      Claim you are content

      but it is really Disdain

      going half on Love's rent

      All There Is

      Fine china and glass

      held captive in dish pan hands

      only dim inside 

      Fool's Treasure

      Once shone like diamonds

      but knowledge made her sober

      now they're only coal

      The Last

      Lips touching her skin

      the scene plays before my eyes

      red streams must surface 

      Django

      Lashes etched on skin

      wife beaten, pulled from my side

      Vengeance surely wins

      The Hunt

      Deep under his spell

      throbs in rhythm with the vein

      thirst quickly subsides

      Passing

      Green blades tickle knees

      heart lower than six feet under

      missing you each day

      Crush

      Big bold chestnut eyes

      set against butter pecan

      heart suddenly skips 

      Invitation

      Bongos fill the air

      slip and slide, shimmy and shake

      sudden uprising 

      Marinate

      Pink and slightly thick

      nape of my neck to crack

      giggling in delight 

      Omega

      Biting on bottom lip

      while writing his name with mine

      Yes, dreams do come true 

      Miracle

      About fit to burst

      screaming, cursing, and pushing

      hushed by just one cry 

      Tapestry

      Spirits sing for me

      in tones of color and yarn

      the perfect fierce thread 

      Crown and Glory

      Smoothed by chemicals

      stench stifled my scalp's outrage

      Beauty must be pain

      Cost is way too much

      shears took out perm's final strand

      priceless beauty remains 

      Landscaping

      Laying oh, so still

      honey and wax on wood sticks

      burns upon the lift 

      Sauna

      Steam kisses skin

      stress drips like milk chocolate

      hence, my new craving 

      Dermis

      The kingdoms I used to know were destroyed.

      One was due to corroded ego and absolute dictatorship.  The other was because of opposing visions and passion's evaporation.

      I would not be deterred.

      I searched the mountains and the trenches but none would do. None were like the havens of before, and getting high off the smoke of memories no longer provided satisfaction.

      In response, I decided to create my own kingdom and blossom beyond my old haunts.

      It wasn't long before my own style took shape.

      Slowly, but surely, it was deemed vintage.

      When Hard to Get Goes Wrong

      It felt like a typical day.

      Man with the deepest chestnut eyes

      Just happened to stroll my way.

      He stopped in front of the cold grey steps,

      Inquired, "This where you stay?"

      Sorry, I fired back, You've got the wrong house.

      He quickly shuffled away.

      Fast forward

      To a cool, yet starry night.

      Never too late for a block party!

      Montel croons, Let's get it on tonight.

      Laughing and dancing all taking place,

      Chestnut Eyes arrives at the door:

      Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?

      Nah, I've never seen you before.

      Zooming in

      To a warm, sunny afternoon.

      Flowers are in full bloom.

      My mind tingling with inspiration,

      So I stroll out of my cocoon.

      As I'm writing down a line,

      Here comes Mr. Chestnut Eyes.

      But instead of even approaching me,

      He simply says, Good-bye.

      Scandal

      Is it a greater crime

      To be an advocate: nurturer

      Of Love's vibrancy,

      Behaving as if Its' shine

      Doesn't apply to me?

      Or appearing strong,

      Platinum encased stone,

      When my passion burns

      For my stone's pulverization

      Transforming me into Love's ashes?

      Every day, this clashing.

      Every day, this tragedy!

      Loving (You and Me)

      Loving You is easy,

      But loving Me is so damn hard!

      Where I see a grey hair,

      You see a highlight.

      Where I perceive unevenness,

      You deem it, Just right.

      Where I notice tarnish,

      You say, "It just needs shine

      To get back to the radiance

      It had in Its' prime."

      Where I find a wrinkle,

      You say, "That little line?

      I can hardly see that.

      I think it's all in your mind!"

      Where a little extra cushion

      Has formed over time,

      You claim, "Thickness is bringing sexy back

      And you look super fine!"

      Yes, loving You is easy

      Because You are the closest epitome

      Of what unconditional love should be.

      So thank You

      For loving Me so easy

      As I learn not to make loving Me

      So damn hard.

      Surgery

      My body is obese with the weight of Life,

      And I've tried the best I can

      To shed the extra pounds.

      Thinking happy thoughts

      And joyful memories

      Has long since stopped

      Working for me.

      I'm at the corner

      Of Downward Spiral and Depression,

      Wondering will you be the gastric bypass

      That turns my life around?

      Michael's Song

      You're the love of my life

      But what makes me die inside:

      You're around me each and every day;

      Don't even know that I'm alive.

      Find myself trapped all in my head

      Each time you flash a smile.

      All these fantasies of you and me

      Continue to drive me completely wild.

      You're the love of my life,

      But each day feels like an end:

      The times I feigned to be satisfied

      With the demoralizing title of friend.

      You've thrown me in your comfort zone.

      I have to pretend I'm unimpressed,

      Trying to will my erection to subside

      While seeing you fully undressed.

      You're the love of my life,

      But I'm tired of going insane:

      Giving yourself to other people

      When you should be calling my name.

      Yes, I'm ready to live again;

      I have to put it all on the line,

      Even if this ultimate sacrifice

      Means you'll end up saying goodbye.

      Baby, I'm sorry...

      I can't keep living this lie.

      Precipice

      You're the song that I can't stop singing.

      You're the favorite toy that I can't let go.

      You're the surprise that I can't stop bringing.

      This may sound corny, but I want you to know:

      If I was without you, what would be the meaning?

      If I was without you, ice would rise in my soul.

      You might as well slice me open; don't stop my bleeding.

      Take my heart: I wouldn't need it, just render me cold!

      You're the prayer that I can't stop saying.

      You're the heat which fuels my desire.

      You're that dessert that I won't stop craving.

      This may seem crazy, but you are my fire.

      If I couldn't kiss you, why even have this body?

      If I couldn't touch you, numb my fingertips.

      Foreclose: destroy me in front of everybody.

      Bleach me until the darkness no longer exists.

      Servant

      Drops drench my skin

      I throw down my crown

      Cause I don't wanna reign tonight.

      The search party is out.

      Chaos rules the streets!

      Guess

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1