Submissions by Calamityofgin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
15th Jan 2021 2:12am
15th Jan 2021 2:12am
I made Leviathan
It was monstrous
Yet I slayed his generous advances
How could I have predicted
Sure footed
But...
Both creeping pounding each
Both snarling sides of face
One sweetly
One harsh and dripping breath whiskey
Snoot and scowl
A bronze fist the left
I caught it like straw
The right as if snow had fallen on my lashes
Not that I had wept
And neither did I laugh
The laughter caught and kept
I saw his eyes each
I saw belladonna
And fire
I saw...
Yet I slayed his generous advances
How could I have predicted
Sure footed
But...
Both creeping pounding each
Both snarling sides of face
One sweetly
One harsh and dripping breath whiskey
Snoot and scowl
A bronze fist the left
I caught it like straw
The right as if snow had fallen on my lashes
Not that I had wept
And neither did I laugh
The laughter caught and kept
I saw his eyes each
I saw belladonna
And fire
I saw...
#emotional
37 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2021 11:54pm
4th Jan 2021 11:54pm
Silhouette
You breathe through the air. Its jacket fits snugly. Its jacket is pale grey blue, and gripping.
It feels, a Forrest surrounds you. The blackening etch of your nature against cold tile like elephant ivory.
The ink seeps into the spread of age. It is blue dark. The picture blurs.
The only sound has been captured within the trumpet. The brass bulges, and begins to fracture.
What escapes; weeping. A low moan and the gurgle of a man drowning. Slowly.
His toes pointed downwards.
To the bottom like a dart. The silhouette of a body...
It feels, a Forrest surrounds you. The blackening etch of your nature against cold tile like elephant ivory.
The ink seeps into the spread of age. It is blue dark. The picture blurs.
The only sound has been captured within the trumpet. The brass bulges, and begins to fracture.
What escapes; weeping. A low moan and the gurgle of a man drowning. Slowly.
His toes pointed downwards.
To the bottom like a dart. The silhouette of a body...
#fear
49 reads
15 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Dec 2020 4:17am
31st Dec 2020 4:17am
The Death of the Other
She is in the dark.
But in his eyes.....
Blood around her head like a halo.
Eyes, cold marble
Blue and blurry
Streaked
They roll
Turned away from him
His chivalry,
A long thin hand
Outstretched
And shaking
He has had no drink for hours
The days unwind collectively
In his stoop
In his demeanor
In his recollection
She.
Once long haired
And laughter like wings
Then he ..
And moth turned to flame
Charcoaling the tips ...
But in his eyes.....
Blood around her head like a halo.
Eyes, cold marble
Blue and blurry
Streaked
They roll
Turned away from him
His chivalry,
A long thin hand
Outstretched
And shaking
He has had no drink for hours
The days unwind collectively
In his stoop
In his demeanor
In his recollection
She.
Once long haired
And laughter like wings
Then he ..
And moth turned to flame
Charcoaling the tips ...
#fate
54 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Dec 2020 1:36am
21st Dec 2020 1:36am
Living letters
Dearest,
Sublingual pink
And concrete warmth
But hands of others reaching
To fondle the fuzzy edges of my off white throw
And to corrupt
The pillow that holds my head
A bothersome fellowship
Shouting God
And hubris
The aromatic wax
That hangs about my head
And clings to my skin
Florals and mulberry
Agitation
But also peace
That I now possess the ability
To both absorb
And make amends
With Love,
Amend
Sublingual pink
And concrete warmth
But hands of others reaching
To fondle the fuzzy edges of my off white throw
And to corrupt
The pillow that holds my head
A bothersome fellowship
Shouting God
And hubris
The aromatic wax
That hangs about my head
And clings to my skin
Florals and mulberry
Agitation
But also peace
That I now possess the ability
To both absorb
And make amends
With Love,
Amend
#home
51 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2020 1:42pm
14th Dec 2020 1:42pm
The Future Starts Slow
In my eyes see
Plum bob swing
Golden tear drop posture
Tender arch take wing
Count down the night
Into sweet chill
And blanket natures basket
The wild things
With strange eyes unlike mine
Tip toe on solid white edging pearly blue
Leaving scattered track into a morning
Like I’ve never seen
The rose dawn takes pink
Pushing it through
The branches of trees
A gnarling window
Of time and the rest
I will know it soon
And give it my best
Like a fantasy in Chrystal...
Plum bob swing
Golden tear drop posture
Tender arch take wing
Count down the night
Into sweet chill
And blanket natures basket
The wild things
With strange eyes unlike mine
Tip toe on solid white edging pearly blue
Leaving scattered track into a morning
Like I’ve never seen
The rose dawn takes pink
Pushing it through
The branches of trees
A gnarling window
Of time and the rest
I will know it soon
And give it my best
Like a fantasy in Chrystal...
#healing
73 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2020 5:14am
28th Nov 2020 5:14am
When seeing Red
Had I possessed
An astrologer’s poetic vagueness
Along with a mind bent
Like the cripple of Saints
A slow cautionary peace
Dubious to react
When prodded and poked
By eyes direct
And boasting a manly strength
Had I possessed this
And had not preferred the sound
Of crack a bone whip and snap
The cold breaking sound
Of meaty
And violent reckoning
With those who concerned me
With a complacent idiocy
And question piled upon question
Some fragile corroded brick
So brittle I might...
An astrologer’s poetic vagueness
Along with a mind bent
Like the cripple of Saints
A slow cautionary peace
Dubious to react
When prodded and poked
By eyes direct
And boasting a manly strength
Had I possessed this
And had not preferred the sound
Of crack a bone whip and snap
The cold breaking sound
Of meaty
And violent reckoning
With those who concerned me
With a complacent idiocy
And question piled upon question
Some fragile corroded brick
So brittle I might...
#anger
78 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2020 8:50pm
26th Nov 2020 8:50pm
Cross Windows
As the snow pretended to float upwards
Danced weightlessly to music
Unheard
Caught the light in blues and violets
And the occasional
Precious
Flash of red like dawn
Then landed on the window ledges
Of homes that looked
An awful like love
And walked quietly into oblivion
Only a gentle sequence of cold beauty
Into nothingness
And beyond the damp
And insignificant lingering
Across the loving sill
A woman at a table sat
With nothing in her lap
But memories of laughter
And youthful...
Danced weightlessly to music
Unheard
Caught the light in blues and violets
And the occasional
Precious
Flash of red like dawn
Then landed on the window ledges
Of homes that looked
An awful like love
And walked quietly into oblivion
Only a gentle sequence of cold beauty
Into nothingness
And beyond the damp
And insignificant lingering
Across the loving sill
A woman at a table sat
With nothing in her lap
But memories of laughter
And youthful...
#childhood
54 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th Nov 2020 11:02pm
20th Nov 2020 11:02pm
The Swing
My face in histrionics
Then bourboned to
Applesauce
A soft veiling
Of screwed
And an insufficient reach
To grip the railing
A catastrophic climb
To my depths
And I pour.....
Another night
Laced by stars
And swat team tactics
He had gaslighted my dimensions
I was scattered
And covered the ground
Little shiny pebbles
Poking bare feet ...
That night I tossed and turned
Under the covers of my smile
My eyes sunk
Closed and creases
Nostalgia played the...
Then bourboned to
Applesauce
A soft veiling
Of screwed
And an insufficient reach
To grip the railing
A catastrophic climb
To my depths
And I pour.....
Another night
Laced by stars
And swat team tactics
He had gaslighted my dimensions
I was scattered
And covered the ground
Little shiny pebbles
Poking bare feet ...
That night I tossed and turned
Under the covers of my smile
My eyes sunk
Closed and creases
Nostalgia played the...
#SelfReflection
143 reads
15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2020 3:22pm
16th Nov 2020 3:22pm
Tsk tsk
If I cared to keep a microscopic edge to my thoughts, I mean like....
Razor sharp and
Finely tuned
I mean like ...
jazz high hat
Tsk tsk tsk
Syncopated
I would only dream of you then...
and see like..
The slight slack of your jaw
And a..
Total lack of empathy in your eyes
That would drown me
In un-untterances
(You had seriously denied me my prize)
For my faithful
Tsk tsk
But when I...
Dip my thoughts through
Muddy waters of reflection
(Oh it can ripple the...
Razor sharp and
Finely tuned
I mean like ...
jazz high hat
Tsk tsk tsk
Syncopated
I would only dream of you then...
and see like..
The slight slack of your jaw
And a..
Total lack of empathy in your eyes
That would drown me
In un-untterances
(You had seriously denied me my prize)
For my faithful
Tsk tsk
But when I...
Dip my thoughts through
Muddy waters of reflection
(Oh it can ripple the...
#anxiety
74 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Nov 2020 2:05pm
15th Nov 2020 2:05pm
In a Bucket
What have I brought ..?
Havoc
Love...
carried in a bucket
Cancered by holes
And spilled along my path
Squeaky handle
Rusted parts
My shoulders shirking my burden
And the responsibility
With stars in my eyes I had asked:
Where should we go to dinner?
Do you like my dress?
What color are my eyes...
right this very second?
Would you get a load of me and this fucking twinkle!
It was so bright he could not stand the view.
Along the path:
A scenic overlook
Down below it...
Havoc
Love...
carried in a bucket
Cancered by holes
And spilled along my path
Squeaky handle
Rusted parts
My shoulders shirking my burden
And the responsibility
With stars in my eyes I had asked:
Where should we go to dinner?
Do you like my dress?
What color are my eyes...
right this very second?
Would you get a load of me and this fucking twinkle!
It was so bright he could not stand the view.
Along the path:
A scenic overlook
Down below it...
#lover
66 reads
12 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Nov 2020 4:19am
12th Nov 2020 4:19am
Healing
Heal viz
#healing
91 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Nov 2020 10:01pm
7th Nov 2020 10:01pm
Christina’s World
My life...
my legs they have kept far away from me
From the loft
From the rafters
In the night come rumbling
The pans had fallen from the shelves
In the growing distance
My home
In the growing distance
It has spread before me
And no longer reaches the gingham
The hem and floral petals
Shiver in the wind
Something grows in the space
From here to there..
an emptiness
And yet it grows
My smile haunts my forehead
It creases and is spittled with heat
My smile...
my legs they have kept far away from me
From the loft
From the rafters
In the night come rumbling
The pans had fallen from the shelves
In the growing distance
My home
In the growing distance
It has spread before me
And no longer reaches the gingham
The hem and floral petals
Shiver in the wind
Something grows in the space
From here to there..
an emptiness
And yet it grows
My smile haunts my forehead
It creases and is spittled with heat
My smile...
#art
107 reads
19 Comments
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