Submissions by AlwaysCaliban (Caliban)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Atramentous
Endless
This wall-less maze in which there is
no sense of direction
Whether I am
falling
drifting
rising
or
simply stationary
I do not know
And I might have stopped caring
Lost is not the correct word for what I'm feeling
There seems to be a much better suited word out there
Describing such a catastrophic predicament
with finesse and bitter resolve
Fucked
Yes, I think that only crisp profanity
could save my sanity
If I had any...
This wall-less maze in which there is
no sense of direction
Whether I am
falling
drifting
rising
or
simply stationary
I do not know
And I might have stopped caring
Lost is not the correct word for what I'm feeling
There seems to be a much better suited word out there
Describing such a catastrophic predicament
with finesse and bitter resolve
Fucked
Yes, I think that only crisp profanity
could save my sanity
If I had any...
1529 reads
19 Comments
Mechanisms of Extermination
Composed from blackened denaturant
formed to be a replica of humanity
They are without the basis of a conscience
to ponder thoughts of empathy
Programmed consummate superiority
archetype insurmountable to attain
Resulting in a breach of ordinance
Cataclysm descending on society
Audacious in their supremacy
Not to be overthrown by a mere tool
Extreme actions are not necessary
A threat to be taken lightly
The outbreak quickly swept from their feeble grasp
Mechanical...
formed to be a replica of humanity
They are without the basis of a conscience
to ponder thoughts of empathy
Programmed consummate superiority
archetype insurmountable to attain
Resulting in a breach of ordinance
Cataclysm descending on society
Audacious in their supremacy
Not to be overthrown by a mere tool
Extreme actions are not necessary
A threat to be taken lightly
The outbreak quickly swept from their feeble grasp
Mechanical...
1149 reads
24 Comments
Something Edible
Walk into my kitchen
It's a mess
naturally
Rummage in the cupboards
sugar
flour
baking soda
oil
Grab a bowl
grab some salt
some eggs
cinnamon
applesauce
And
chocolate chips!
Whisk together the wet ingrediants:
sugar, egg, and oil
Eew
I hate slimy eggs
on my fingers
Stir in applesauce
Next is dry ingredients:
Flour dusting on my clothes,
Cinnamon making me sneeze
Baking soda smells
suspiciously
like moth balls...
It's a mess
naturally
Rummage in the cupboards
sugar
flour
baking soda
oil
Grab a bowl
grab some salt
some eggs
cinnamon
applesauce
And
chocolate chips!
Whisk together the wet ingrediants:
sugar, egg, and oil
Eew
I hate slimy eggs
on my fingers
Stir in applesauce
Next is dry ingredients:
Flour dusting on my clothes,
Cinnamon making me sneeze
Baking soda smells
suspiciously
like moth balls...
1034 reads
16 Comments
Alter-Ego
The sun bleeds out over the horizon
vermilion flooding the sky
as it makes a last frail attempt
to keep the darkness at bay
The gray creeps over the land
shrouding the last strips of light
in a layer of omnipresent malevolence
Trepidation plaguing the heart
All too soon there is only the night
The stars melancholic light
Pale and insubstantial to guide
Even the keenest eyes to safety
There is a stirring inside
the burden of constraint lifted
Shredded away to reveal the blackened nature
Deceivingly stored away...
vermilion flooding the sky
as it makes a last frail attempt
to keep the darkness at bay
The gray creeps over the land
shrouding the last strips of light
in a layer of omnipresent malevolence
Trepidation plaguing the heart
All too soon there is only the night
The stars melancholic light
Pale and insubstantial to guide
Even the keenest eyes to safety
There is a stirring inside
the burden of constraint lifted
Shredded away to reveal the blackened nature
Deceivingly stored away...
972 reads
22 Comments
Droplet
Sparkling softly on a blade of grass
Sits a drop of dew teetering on the edge
It joyously basks in Spring's fresh glow
Reflecting multi-hued patterns across my face.
I lay upon the aromatic grass,
And watch as the droplet quivers in excitement
I inhale slowly,
The breeze honey sweet in my lungs
I contemplate the perfect clear orb,
fat and pure before me,
And am contented by the simplicity
of the beauty surrounding me.
I reach out and tip the emerald stalk,
letting it roll lazily onto my finger. ...
Sits a drop of dew teetering on the edge
It joyously basks in Spring's fresh glow
Reflecting multi-hued patterns across my face.
I lay upon the aromatic grass,
And watch as the droplet quivers in excitement
I inhale slowly,
The breeze honey sweet in my lungs
I contemplate the perfect clear orb,
fat and pure before me,
And am contented by the simplicity
of the beauty surrounding me.
I reach out and tip the emerald stalk,
letting it roll lazily onto my finger. ...
1149 reads
26 Comments
Dreamless
Colorless, my dreams have been
Plaguing me with ennui,
Where there used to be a density
of multi-hued fabrications
My curiosity is begging me,
Though my slumber does not abide me.
Leaving my mind frustratingly empty,
As I lay my head on my pillow.
I used to dream of a distant world,
Where wonder was as plentiful as air.
I could fly on the currents of imagination,
drifting placidly on creativity.
Every time I closed my eyes,
I would slip into this secret pleasure.
Adventure...
Plaguing me with ennui,
Where there used to be a density
of multi-hued fabrications
My curiosity is begging me,
Though my slumber does not abide me.
Leaving my mind frustratingly empty,
As I lay my head on my pillow.
I used to dream of a distant world,
Where wonder was as plentiful as air.
I could fly on the currents of imagination,
drifting placidly on creativity.
Every time I closed my eyes,
I would slip into this secret pleasure.
Adventure...
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22 Comments
Diversification
I feel a change inside,
A metamorphosis of my conscience.
It feels intriguing
My insides ripped apart and healing.
I'm becomeing something new,
Something never seen before.
I feel a darkening within,
And I think I might like it.
Contemplating the darkness,
growing and mutating.
I let it consume,
all that was salvagable inside.
This diversification,
correction, perhaps
Of my inner being is making me,
dangerous, and loving it.
Oh, the things I can do,
With this manifestation,
of not giving a fuck....
A metamorphosis of my conscience.
It feels intriguing
My insides ripped apart and healing.
I'm becomeing something new,
Something never seen before.
I feel a darkening within,
And I think I might like it.
Contemplating the darkness,
growing and mutating.
I let it consume,
all that was salvagable inside.
This diversification,
correction, perhaps
Of my inner being is making me,
dangerous, and loving it.
Oh, the things I can do,
With this manifestation,
of not giving a fuck....
1093 reads
17 Comments
Muse-less
My mind is empty,
my thoughts are blank.
There is a fog surrounding me
Strangling my creativity.
I seek a muse,
but find my efforts in vain.
I'm struggling to manifest,
A story in my head.
But as I try to navigate
I find myself lost.
There are obsticles surrounding me
Opressing my imagination.
I am an artist without paints,
A musician out of tune.
Frustration settles in
Inspiration nowhere to be found.
I need a muse,
like a cold drink of water.
My mind is parched
I can't fight the dehydration....
my thoughts are blank.
There is a fog surrounding me
Strangling my creativity.
I seek a muse,
but find my efforts in vain.
I'm struggling to manifest,
A story in my head.
But as I try to navigate
I find myself lost.
There are obsticles surrounding me
Opressing my imagination.
I am an artist without paints,
A musician out of tune.
Frustration settles in
Inspiration nowhere to be found.
I need a muse,
like a cold drink of water.
My mind is parched
I can't fight the dehydration....
1122 reads
25 Comments
Lighter, for a change
Lighter for a change,
My disposition is betraying me
Making me a fool
Pleasantly mocking my judgement
This is happiness
A suiting word.
For a coward like me.
If there was a warm honeyed thought
reverberating with kindness
that would be me
Who would have ever thought?
Following the passage to the ocean
I'm contented with possibilities
Satisfaction a step away
Did you know that you could find
the moon in the sea?
I heard that lyrically uttered,
Hit me, made...
My disposition is betraying me
Making me a fool
Pleasantly mocking my judgement
This is happiness
A suiting word.
For a coward like me.
If there was a warm honeyed thought
reverberating with kindness
that would be me
Who would have ever thought?
Following the passage to the ocean
I'm contented with possibilities
Satisfaction a step away
Did you know that you could find
the moon in the sea?
I heard that lyrically uttered,
Hit me, made...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
1493 reads
38 Comments
Abominable Passage
She is the devourer of weary souls
Lifeless left living in devotion.
The matriarch of blinded communion
A Manipulator without affection.
Her tendrils seek abominable passage
Through synapses she writes her will
Always taking without proposal
Her thralls are coerced into her bidding
Through the hands of the vacant
She commits atrocities without regret
All while keeping her integrity
Pristine from the stain of her slaughter
Words malignant with her forced intent
She loves the way they struggle
Thrashing against her...
Lifeless left living in devotion.
The matriarch of blinded communion
A Manipulator without affection.
Her tendrils seek abominable passage
Through synapses she writes her will
Always taking without proposal
Her thralls are coerced into her bidding
Through the hands of the vacant
She commits atrocities without regret
All while keeping her integrity
Pristine from the stain of her slaughter
Words malignant with her forced intent
She loves the way they struggle
Thrashing against her...
#dark
#death
#horror
1275 reads
22 Comments
Aphotic Infliction
Colder than the deepest sea
lays the memory of their treacherous infliction.
The looming of an aphotic malevolence
Has manifested into an aching desire.
Searching for their repugnant passage
The obsession of vindication
Lay wreckage on the mind with chaotic grace
Leaving all unnecessary emotions cast aside
There is only one devotion,
one lonely thought of rampant devastation
Devouring with impunity the ruins
of a once reasonable conscience
Retribution is the wayward calling
Complacent revelings of satisfaction.
The...
lays the memory of their treacherous infliction.
The looming of an aphotic malevolence
Has manifested into an aching desire.
Searching for their repugnant passage
The obsession of vindication
Lay wreckage on the mind with chaotic grace
Leaving all unnecessary emotions cast aside
There is only one devotion,
one lonely thought of rampant devastation
Devouring with impunity the ruins
of a once reasonable conscience
Retribution is the wayward calling
Complacent revelings of satisfaction.
The...
#WritingPoetry
1098 reads
16 Comments
Born of Destruction, Born of Disease
A disease mutated beyond transgression,
This child is born the strain of destruction.
He wakes in the shadowed corner,
Meticulously building his impurity as he waits.
The abyss calls his name and he follows,
Spreading his infection to all he passes
Man or Monster?
His eyes are lit with a corrosive fire,
Yet he has an undeniable beauty
A livng virus perfecty created.
The plague walks and the masses fall.
They bleed and succumb for their iniquity.
He is the doubt of a once peaceful mind.
He was never graced...
This child is born the strain of destruction.
He wakes in the shadowed corner,
Meticulously building his impurity as he waits.
The abyss calls his name and he follows,
Spreading his infection to all he passes
Man or Monster?
His eyes are lit with a corrosive fire,
Yet he has an undeniable beauty
A livng virus perfecty created.
The plague walks and the masses fall.
They bleed and succumb for their iniquity.
He is the doubt of a once peaceful mind.
He was never graced...
#anger
#revenge
1419 reads
18 Comments
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