Submissions by Calamityofgin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Love letter
Baby,
I miss you differently tonight. I miss you in layers so thick they seem atmospheric. My longing for you, and keen awareness of a measured distance between you and I are clashing beautifully with the love I feel and have only just begun to explore with you, A love that I'm now certain is my future.
But it is taking a moment, to ease in, and get more than just a glimpse of what has taken root.
God I am struggling in that moment, but must let it look.
I miss you like this Nick, and it mirrors the night sky. A tremendous storm has been...
I miss you differently tonight. I miss you in layers so thick they seem atmospheric. My longing for you, and keen awareness of a measured distance between you and I are clashing beautifully with the love I feel and have only just begun to explore with you, A love that I'm now certain is my future.
But it is taking a moment, to ease in, and get more than just a glimpse of what has taken root.
God I am struggling in that moment, but must let it look.
I miss you like this Nick, and it mirrors the night sky. A tremendous storm has been...
#IMissYou
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Nation part 1
He was hound dawged
Sweated
Mud in his eye
But red, similar the color of cherries
His load
Delusions of grandeur -carried in a burlap sack
eclipsed the threshold a Moon before his person
Lumbering
And foul
Grunt and whiskeyed breath
Enough to make a small one dizzy ...
Enough to clear the front of house with only a hint of his mood
The Sioux boiled beneath his grip
Mud like lava caked his expression
The man had seen War
But not enough
Not enough ...
Sweated
Mud in his eye
But red, similar the color of cherries
His load
Delusions of grandeur -carried in a burlap sack
eclipsed the threshold a Moon before his person
Lumbering
And foul
Grunt and whiskeyed breath
Enough to make a small one dizzy ...
Enough to clear the front of house with only a hint of his mood
The Sioux boiled beneath his grip
Mud like lava caked his expression
The man had seen War
But not enough
Not enough ...
#hate
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5 Comments
A tree
I was once God smacked by a Sunset
Who’s fingertips dripped orange and pinks into the inky tips of evergreens
A master work of feeling
And blue ball empathy
The longing displayed in nature
A supernatural as I gazed onward
And understood
Phenomenon
Phenomenally
I waltz and dance and tip toe underneath a shine gone spastic
Stars that would scatter all for me
And would shed their light upon a face
Curving lips over a strong chin that held ...
The ever promise of a kiss
The furlong...
Who’s fingertips dripped orange and pinks into the inky tips of evergreens
A master work of feeling
And blue ball empathy
The longing displayed in nature
A supernatural as I gazed onward
And understood
Phenomenon
Phenomenally
I waltz and dance and tip toe underneath a shine gone spastic
Stars that would scatter all for me
And would shed their light upon a face
Curving lips over a strong chin that held ...
The ever promise of a kiss
The furlong...
#sex
826 reads
3 Comments
Just a silly little hipster poem
In mobile
A trajectory began
of falsehood
.. aggravated by an influence with the human importance of a Mall rat
Oh.but the tragically hip get ups!
Fedoras for one, houndstooth and skinny jeans for another
Winged eyelashes glued on by the most determined of Vietnamese salon techs
Glossy
Glossy
Glossy
Lips
The cats and kittens alike
She just wanted that kind of cool for a moment
And so,
She listened to the Black Keys for the first time that night
And spread her legs
Dug...
A trajectory began
of falsehood
.. aggravated by an influence with the human importance of a Mall rat
Oh.but the tragically hip get ups!
Fedoras for one, houndstooth and skinny jeans for another
Winged eyelashes glued on by the most determined of Vietnamese salon techs
Glossy
Glossy
Glossy
Lips
The cats and kittens alike
She just wanted that kind of cool for a moment
And so,
She listened to the Black Keys for the first time that night
And spread her legs
Dug...
#music
371 reads
4 Comments
Into
I will be a wilderness
I will be a candle lit near curving flesh
Like drowning pools
My eyes
Set upon
Your own
Set upon
A mythology of man
Created by the heat
Urgent friction
Of my thighs
The brass and hinges
Of fingers grip
Begging not
To be torn away
Begging
And always then....
A wilderness
And trail setting off into
Begins
I will be a candle lit near curving flesh
Like drowning pools
My eyes
Set upon
Your own
Set upon
A mythology of man
Created by the heat
Urgent friction
Of my thighs
The brass and hinges
Of fingers grip
Begging not
To be torn away
Begging
And always then....
A wilderness
And trail setting off into
Begins
#sex
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Slow
Dance to graves ..
to Rogers and Waters
And Dens of Uniquity
To moments a capsule
Instantaneous
The spread
Poison or living
It does not matter...
but into the marrow
It’s seeping
Into the marrow
Through concubine flesh
Through
Flesh and bones ..
To marrow
A harrowing beat..
by Rogers and Waters
The lamp light still comes pleading
To garnish the cheeks of thin women wearing musk
Men in hats and dark ..
Dance to graves..
rivers...
to Rogers and Waters
And Dens of Uniquity
To moments a capsule
Instantaneous
The spread
Poison or living
It does not matter...
but into the marrow
It’s seeping
Into the marrow
Through concubine flesh
Through
Flesh and bones ..
To marrow
A harrowing beat..
by Rogers and Waters
The lamp light still comes pleading
To garnish the cheeks of thin women wearing musk
Men in hats and dark ..
Dance to graves..
rivers...
#music
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Eureka Springs Arkansas
This one wears
A Victorian smirk
Like layers of an uppity bitches petty coat
(Idk if they wore petty coats in the whole Victorian scene, Idc either. This place seems like that, is what I’m saying.)
I cannot imagine
The resources
Vs. the undertaking being anything other than ..
a whole Marie Antoinette kinda vibe
But fuck it’s pretty
Fuck it gathers them in
All the pedestrian people come to dig the scene
Get lost in the bricks
Pry them up with bored and exhausted fingers
I served food to...
A Victorian smirk
Like layers of an uppity bitches petty coat
(Idk if they wore petty coats in the whole Victorian scene, Idc either. This place seems like that, is what I’m saying.)
I cannot imagine
The resources
Vs. the undertaking being anything other than ..
a whole Marie Antoinette kinda vibe
But fuck it’s pretty
Fuck it gathers them in
All the pedestrian people come to dig the scene
Get lost in the bricks
Pry them up with bored and exhausted fingers
I served food to...
#SelfDiscovery
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Self run (Riot)
#feminism
559 reads
8 Comments
The heavenly alchemy of Hippcampi
The long and short of it ...
I want to hear you
And keep it for myself
Use my whip
To have you learn the lesson
Well
On your knees
And the rest ...
Dogs howl.
Jealous in their bite
A grip like sinking teeth
A grip like a merciless hereafter
I want to hear you
And keep it for myself
Use my whip
To have you learn the lesson
Well
On your knees
And the rest ...
Dogs howl.
Jealous in their bite
A grip like sinking teeth
A grip like a merciless hereafter
#sex
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4 Comments
The miniature mechanics of Antikythera
It was a curiously rendered thing
Touching even,
To witness it being held in a hand
Cradled
As if in an infancy
In a palm capable of collapsing around it
And crushing it
An object
Who’s delicate nature and unique charm existed somewhere
In its childhood permanence
It would never change
And forever remain
A beginning
From deep blue
And alabaster apparition
It had been taken
The bottom of sand beaches screamed for their loss
Their depths had never seen the cosmos ...
Touching even,
To witness it being held in a hand
Cradled
As if in an infancy
In a palm capable of collapsing around it
And crushing it
An object
Who’s delicate nature and unique charm existed somewhere
In its childhood permanence
It would never change
And forever remain
A beginning
From deep blue
And alabaster apparition
It had been taken
The bottom of sand beaches screamed for their loss
Their depths had never seen the cosmos ...
#historical
415 reads
6 Comments
Behind Bandana and Cloak
Where it holds value
Like ampoules of placebo
But sugar and water and hope
Driven in
An intoxicating swoosh
Thrust in, currents
That run down the American dream
A big brawny man with spike and hammer
Pounds determination into steel
With breathe heaving spit
Electrolytes draining from brow
Below the furrow a face the shape
Of white molten mud
Labor belts harmony with his spike
Ping
Ping
The placebo takes the rhythm of faith
Ping
Until the morning grace ....
An...
Like ampoules of placebo
But sugar and water and hope
Driven in
An intoxicating swoosh
Thrust in, currents
That run down the American dream
A big brawny man with spike and hammer
Pounds determination into steel
With breathe heaving spit
Electrolytes draining from brow
Below the furrow a face the shape
Of white molten mud
Labor belts harmony with his spike
Ping
Ping
The placebo takes the rhythm of faith
Ping
Until the morning grace ....
An...
#hope
389 reads
5 Comments
The Stone
I hold it
Hot hot
In my hand
My eyes shoot
In Axis Mundi
Ever opposite
It’s grounding source
However similar
It’s everlong
Time imprinted
Held snug
My eyes
To the stars
Like this diamond
Chrysalis
Of Chrystaline
Hot hot
In my hand
My eyes shoot
Im Axis Mundi
Beyond the heat
Axis of Petdition
.............,,,,,.
Hot hot
In my hand
My eyes shoot
In Axis Mundi
Ever opposite
It’s grounding source
However similar
It’s everlong
Time imprinted
Held snug
My eyes
To the stars
Like this diamond
Chrysalis
Of Chrystaline
Hot hot
In my hand
My eyes shoot
Im Axis Mundi
Beyond the heat
Axis of Petdition
.............,,,,,.
#nature
429 reads
9 Comments
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