Submissions by AlwaysCaliban (Caliban)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2013 5:48am
30th Jul 2013 5:48am
Recent Three Words (Inspiration thread)
Sand, barefoot, shoreline'
When you're naked and covered in sand
being barefoot hardly matters anymore
I'm not sure how I got here
and where I left my clothing
but the shoreline is only a sigh away
soothing waves cautiously licking
bare toes now and again
never mind the stickiness in my hair
I'll pretend I don't know what it is
but my splitting headache gives it away
Oh well, this isn't the first time
I've sleep walked along the beach
searching for the moon and coming up empty
'Affray, circumstance, beguile'...
When you're naked and covered in sand
being barefoot hardly matters anymore
I'm not sure how I got here
and where I left my clothing
but the shoreline is only a sigh away
soothing waves cautiously licking
bare toes now and again
never mind the stickiness in my hair
I'll pretend I don't know what it is
but my splitting headache gives it away
Oh well, this isn't the first time
I've sleep walked along the beach
searching for the moon and coming up empty
'Affray, circumstance, beguile'...
890 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2013 00:05am
11th Jul 2013 00:05am
Little Significance
I never thought these little things
could annoy me in such a way
that I am jealously wishing once again
my eyes were skin-melting laser beams
Is it enough to just sit here and simmer
like a stew wishing it could boil?
or can I get your attention by throwing a glass
at your self righteous face?
If it shatters don't blame me
your weeping cuts would only remind me
of all our smashed aspirations
and any motivation to create new dreams
But I guess you stopped caring a long time ago
all my earnest pleading and soft words
are...
could annoy me in such a way
that I am jealously wishing once again
my eyes were skin-melting laser beams
Is it enough to just sit here and simmer
like a stew wishing it could boil?
or can I get your attention by throwing a glass
at your self righteous face?
If it shatters don't blame me
your weeping cuts would only remind me
of all our smashed aspirations
and any motivation to create new dreams
But I guess you stopped caring a long time ago
all my earnest pleading and soft words
are...
911 reads
22 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jul 2013 7:26pm
1st Jul 2013 7:26pm
Release
It's interesting how the end
can be so easy
like crushing a rose
between a toddlers sticky fingers
or dropping an egg
and watching it smash on the floor
The cleanup isn't necessary
apathy breeds on broken things
forgetting that you ever cared at all
then it is finally ok to say
that the time has come
don't mind the cracks
they were there all along
invisible to the eye
but written on the heart and soul
pre-mapped out fracture lines
so when you drop you shatter completely
climb...
can be so easy
like crushing a rose
between a toddlers sticky fingers
or dropping an egg
and watching it smash on the floor
The cleanup isn't necessary
apathy breeds on broken things
forgetting that you ever cared at all
then it is finally ok to say
that the time has come
don't mind the cracks
they were there all along
invisible to the eye
but written on the heart and soul
pre-mapped out fracture lines
so when you drop you shatter completely
climb...
1085 reads
25 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 5:57am
23rd Jun 2013 5:57am
A Different Path (Three Word Inspiration)
There's feathers all around me now
in my hair, soft like a whisper
and bleeding from my pillow's gaping wound
a poor victim of my mindless slaughter
along with several glasses smashed
and a bottle of perfume
My nylons are to the point of tatters
my midnight escapade of chasing the moon
led me through a garden of malevolent stickers
Oh well, I never really liked them anyways
never had a pair that didn't run
much to my mother's tight-lipped distaste
A red stained towel cast onto the floor
is a brazen and...
in my hair, soft like a whisper
and bleeding from my pillow's gaping wound
a poor victim of my mindless slaughter
along with several glasses smashed
and a bottle of perfume
My nylons are to the point of tatters
my midnight escapade of chasing the moon
led me through a garden of malevolent stickers
Oh well, I never really liked them anyways
never had a pair that didn't run
much to my mother's tight-lipped distaste
A red stained towel cast onto the floor
is a brazen and...
867 reads
10 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
3rd May 2013 1:22am
3rd May 2013 1:22am
Happy Mother's Day to a Careless Bitch
I can't imagine how you tricked yourself
into believing that you are a decent human being
This denial you have built around yourself
to guard yourself from proper self-loathing
only let's me know you never fucking cared
It's hilarious that you have allowed yourself
to think that you have come to the point
where you deserve to be happy and loved
oblivious to feelings once hidden for your benefit
Well no, Mother, your debt hasn't been paid
Resentment isn't a strong enough word
for what you have driven me...
into believing that you are a decent human being
This denial you have built around yourself
to guard yourself from proper self-loathing
only let's me know you never fucking cared
It's hilarious that you have allowed yourself
to think that you have come to the point
where you deserve to be happy and loved
oblivious to feelings once hidden for your benefit
Well no, Mother, your debt hasn't been paid
Resentment isn't a strong enough word
for what you have driven me...
1454 reads
24 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
31st Mar 2013 7:33pm
31st Mar 2013 7:33pm
Dead Affections
If there was a time
where I could have forgotten you
I would have taken that chance
and ran with it
leaving you behind without a second thought
so I could escape the guilt I feel
But now it seems as if I will never escape
these binds that hold me down
that you yourself
didn't even know you cast
it's not your fault that I am stuck here
yet, it is, if that makes sense?
These affections have not entirely run their course
but my passion has curdled and dried
flaking away day by day
leaving...
where I could have forgotten you
I would have taken that chance
and ran with it
leaving you behind without a second thought
so I could escape the guilt I feel
But now it seems as if I will never escape
these binds that hold me down
that you yourself
didn't even know you cast
it's not your fault that I am stuck here
yet, it is, if that makes sense?
These affections have not entirely run their course
but my passion has curdled and dried
flaking away day by day
leaving...
1043 reads
22 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2013 4:53pm
25th Mar 2013 4:53pm
Worthless to me
I have tried to be the good friend
to be honest, supportive
lifting you up when you are down
and listening to your insecurities
After all this time
it doesn't surprise me anymore
but it still makes me wonder
why it is so easy to cut ties
As much as I have loved someone
they are always disposable
ingrained into me from years
of moving at the drop of a hat
So it is regrettable, yet acquired
that I simply do not care
that I do not wish to be friends
with someone like you anymore
Like flipping...
to be honest, supportive
lifting you up when you are down
and listening to your insecurities
After all this time
it doesn't surprise me anymore
but it still makes me wonder
why it is so easy to cut ties
As much as I have loved someone
they are always disposable
ingrained into me from years
of moving at the drop of a hat
So it is regrettable, yet acquired
that I simply do not care
that I do not wish to be friends
with someone like you anymore
Like flipping...
1272 reads
19 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2013 6:58am
13th Mar 2013 6:58am
Chanced
yellow fluff glowing in an early morning light
I make my usual commute to the garden
merrily on my way to another day of work
visiting our beautiful flowers
and bringing back pollen to the office
to make sweet and golden honey from
on this particular day I chanced going left
where instinct normally takes me right
my small brain bids me so, firmly
and my body turns almost without volition
carrying me towards the cool and shady forest
My brethren call out to me, but when I ignore
they simply continue on their way ...
I make my usual commute to the garden
merrily on my way to another day of work
visiting our beautiful flowers
and bringing back pollen to the office
to make sweet and golden honey from
on this particular day I chanced going left
where instinct normally takes me right
my small brain bids me so, firmly
and my body turns almost without volition
carrying me towards the cool and shady forest
My brethren call out to me, but when I ignore
they simply continue on their way ...
995 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 8:13pm
10th Mar 2013 8:13pm
Happiness and Melancholy (written for Artkytech's Comp)
It's so tedious waiting here
for something to change my life
time slipping through fingers
that tremble at the thought of wasted years
a futile whispering of regrets
and passions stifled by reservation
If I could change anything
it would be all the years I have wasted
trapped within my own fear
refusing to live my life with abandon
and always desiring more
than I had the confidence to take
I feel old beyond my years
wasting away in a parched nightmare
solemn to the point of aching
no happiness...
for something to change my life
time slipping through fingers
that tremble at the thought of wasted years
a futile whispering of regrets
and passions stifled by reservation
If I could change anything
it would be all the years I have wasted
trapped within my own fear
refusing to live my life with abandon
and always desiring more
than I had the confidence to take
I feel old beyond my years
wasting away in a parched nightmare
solemn to the point of aching
no happiness...
1117 reads
15 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 6:02am
10th Mar 2013 6:02am
Practicing Restraint
I could stomp my foot
tap my nails
chew on my bottom lip
and roll my eyes
I could pace around the room
kicking the couch
giving a long drawn out sigh
and cursing under my breath
I could break a glass
scream in frustration
punch a wall
and trash this place
I could even grab a knife
wait for you to return
and stab you brutally
laughing as you crumble before me
Yet,
I choose not to do these things
So you should be grateful
that I am practicing restraint ...
tap my nails
chew on my bottom lip
and roll my eyes
I could pace around the room
kicking the couch
giving a long drawn out sigh
and cursing under my breath
I could break a glass
scream in frustration
punch a wall
and trash this place
I could even grab a knife
wait for you to return
and stab you brutally
laughing as you crumble before me
Yet,
I choose not to do these things
So you should be grateful
that I am practicing restraint ...
994 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2013 4:45pm
3rd Mar 2013 4:45pm
All the good things pass
A little over three years ago
when things were really hard
and I felt like I could die at any moment
of anxiety, heartache and boredom
trapped 3,000 miles away from home
with my mother and sister
No jobs, almost on the streets
I got up the nerve to do what I was told not to do
And that was pick up the phone and call you
Except you weren't who I was expecting
I was too scared to call my father
so I tried to call my grandparents first
First try, got grandma, terrified
said "Wrong number." and hung up
I...
when things were really hard
and I felt like I could die at any moment
of anxiety, heartache and boredom
trapped 3,000 miles away from home
with my mother and sister
No jobs, almost on the streets
I got up the nerve to do what I was told not to do
And that was pick up the phone and call you
Except you weren't who I was expecting
I was too scared to call my father
so I tried to call my grandparents first
First try, got grandma, terrified
said "Wrong number." and hung up
I...
1037 reads
11 Comments
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