Submissions by Calamityofgin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 9:05pm
Yesterday 9:05pm
Torrent-bed
I seek him in a torrent-bed
I seek him in the divine waters of unconstitutional purpose
I have no doubt
My mind will ease there
And that my thoughts will trickle through
And down into
Between nothing and faith
Somewhere in between I am sure of it
My hand grips blasphemy like a crow
How cunning
This cry out from my reaches
From out of the very depths of me
It shudders up and begs
It wants to burst from me
And caw
And scream
And turn my brows to arches
My face angular with passion ...
I seek him in the divine waters of unconstitutional purpose
I have no doubt
My mind will ease there
And that my thoughts will trickle through
And down into
Between nothing and faith
Somewhere in between I am sure of it
My hand grips blasphemy like a crow
How cunning
This cry out from my reaches
From out of the very depths of me
It shudders up and begs
It wants to burst from me
And caw
And scream
And turn my brows to arches
My face angular with passion ...
#faith
13 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
Yesterday 4:12pm
Yesterday 4:12pm
My Rocking Chair
It is empty in this chair
As I sit and lean back into a space
I am destined to fall into
Arms wide
A look of shock dropping my chin
Into a chest you once crossed with your fingertips
In such a way
My nipples formed perfect candied peaks
The thought of your mouth there,
Sets me to rocking
Oblivion awaits to swoop me up...
Cold hard facts
And points like diamonds
The sky once scattered in them
And they shone in my eyes so
They scorched
And blinded
“Why do you wear that...
As I sit and lean back into a space
I am destined to fall into
Arms wide
A look of shock dropping my chin
Into a chest you once crossed with your fingertips
In such a way
My nipples formed perfect candied peaks
The thought of your mouth there,
Sets me to rocking
Oblivion awaits to swoop me up...
Cold hard facts
And points like diamonds
The sky once scattered in them
And they shone in my eyes so
They scorched
And blinded
“Why do you wear that...
#AiOgwaga
29 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2020 10:42pm
17th Oct 2020 10:42pm
Untitled
Is my hair on fire?
It is the darkness
It is the cloud that hovers it
The dismal fog and fade
From destination
(II was once propelled by its heat)
Now a smoldering
Now a dissension in the ranks
This un-twist of plaited red
And amber
And just a glint
But fading gold
And just a glint
Enough to keep me wandering
Wondering
Bits and pieces
Shoes tossed across the room
My clothes piled in a corner
The smell of coffee scorching on the burner
Tomorrow I might rise and...
It is the darkness
It is the cloud that hovers it
The dismal fog and fade
From destination
(II was once propelled by its heat)
Now a smoldering
Now a dissension in the ranks
This un-twist of plaited red
And amber
And just a glint
But fading gold
And just a glint
Enough to keep me wandering
Wondering
Bits and pieces
Shoes tossed across the room
My clothes piled in a corner
The smell of coffee scorching on the burner
Tomorrow I might rise and...
#sleep
52 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Oct 2020 11:35pm
12th Oct 2020 11:35pm
The Walk of Being
I have felt more dead than I’ve ever been
Half alive and roses
Five rows and a casket
Cracked open slightly
By a jagged thing
Sloughing velvet
The color of my rouge
Underneath
I have watched miles of countless scenery
And the grey and scrubbed tracks of Men
Making their way
Down the highways that never got them there
Disapproval
Disappointment shoveled onto their laps
Like the burden of children
It’s all in a life.. ..
It is all in a life ...
Half alive and roses
Five rows and a casket
Cracked open slightly
By a jagged thing
Sloughing velvet
The color of my rouge
Underneath
I have watched miles of countless scenery
And the grey and scrubbed tracks of Men
Making their way
Down the highways that never got them there
Disapproval
Disappointment shoveled onto their laps
Like the burden of children
It’s all in a life.. ..
It is all in a life ...
#faith
56 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th Oct 2020 3:41am
9th Oct 2020 3:41am
Bone
It is not a pretty thing..
or any kind of delicate cling
.... the scent of rose hips to pink skin
.... the new morning dew drop
To blade of grass, bent from it....
But more like the red shade
One might see..
Across two yellowed tooth’s
Jagged and arching from a mauvened grin
... teeth like a menacing and red smeared
Ancient ivory and bone menagerie
...
And pouring stink
Pouring stink
It is red and clings and dries to bone
..... and
The bone was used to unleash it
A torrent spill ...
or any kind of delicate cling
.... the scent of rose hips to pink skin
.... the new morning dew drop
To blade of grass, bent from it....
But more like the red shade
One might see..
Across two yellowed tooth’s
Jagged and arching from a mauvened grin
... teeth like a menacing and red smeared
Ancient ivory and bone menagerie
...
And pouring stink
Pouring stink
It is red and clings and dries to bone
..... and
The bone was used to unleash it
A torrent spill ...
#dark
71 reads
11 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Oct 2020 6:20am
5th Oct 2020 6:20am
An Old Woman sings
Is there a death
Or a corpse among us
With the unwilting power
To flower
In face
To transform
Remorse’s course
And not stand in place
With footprints sure
On the edge of obscure
But not a tip toe in to six
And deep
To unshovel the ashes
From out of the heap
A noose who’d unravel
After judges gavel
A careless hood that might show
Sweet hangman’s face
O’ face please lie
Tell me I might not die
Tell me I edge ever still
Towards my infancy
...
Or a corpse among us
With the unwilting power
To flower
In face
To transform
Remorse’s course
And not stand in place
With footprints sure
On the edge of obscure
But not a tip toe in to six
And deep
To unshovel the ashes
From out of the heap
A noose who’d unravel
After judges gavel
A careless hood that might show
Sweet hangman’s face
O’ face please lie
Tell me I might not die
Tell me I edge ever still
Towards my infancy
...
#aging
68 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Sep 2020 5:24pm
21st Sep 2020 5:24pm
The Garden
His eyes black as night hooks
His eyes black as solemn nickels
And to be spent
Perversely
On treats
Poked and prodded
Prayed from the gripping hands
Pried by means
Rough like shoddy tendrils
Of the beggar
Or the mercenary
Of the wino turned soldier
Of dubious fog and haze
He seeks non-combatant
Non-committal
Well turned flesh
White mooned orbs
And a gaze like death
Corseted to her cheeks
A rosened hue
Of chalk and fear
And brings a suddenness ...
His eyes black as solemn nickels
And to be spent
Perversely
On treats
Poked and prodded
Prayed from the gripping hands
Pried by means
Rough like shoddy tendrils
Of the beggar
Or the mercenary
Of the wino turned soldier
Of dubious fog and haze
He seeks non-combatant
Non-committal
Well turned flesh
White mooned orbs
And a gaze like death
Corseted to her cheeks
A rosened hue
Of chalk and fear
And brings a suddenness ...
#fear
95 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2020 3:05pm
20th Sep 2020 3:05pm
Morning prayer: at the bridge
I breathe
And bridge the gap
I breathe and build a bridge
To the harvest
To the floor of gold and fields
They shiver
But mighty and erect
They carry me
Flowing fields
Of gold and suspension
I breathe
Lungs fresh
Expelling the worst of me
Expelling the best...
Dot ..dot.. dot ..
the time I have carried
By will alone
Against my better judgement
My legs the strongholds
Of many devils and my flesh
I have made the journey prior
Mostly in my skin
My...
And bridge the gap
I breathe and build a bridge
To the harvest
To the floor of gold and fields
They shiver
But mighty and erect
They carry me
Flowing fields
Of gold and suspension
I breathe
Lungs fresh
Expelling the worst of me
Expelling the best...
Dot ..dot.. dot ..
the time I have carried
By will alone
Against my better judgement
My legs the strongholds
Of many devils and my flesh
I have made the journey prior
Mostly in my skin
My...
#faith
81 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2020 00:38am
18th Sep 2020 00:38am
Caught
There is a deer here
.....veers from the head lamps
And shoots his sweltering skin
He slows
And feels alive
His chest heaves
The onslaught of branches
A rocking chair
he is swaddled by the darkness
.....has shed the light
.....veers from the head lamps
And shoots his sweltering skin
He slows
And feels alive
His chest heaves
The onslaught of branches
A rocking chair
he is swaddled by the darkness
.....has shed the light
#anxiety
83 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Sep 2020 5:55pm
13th Sep 2020 5:55pm
Jack
I have grown pedestrian claws
And dip to roam the sidewalks
As if....
the concrete squares below my stealthy
Red shoed curling feet
Were ushering me in
To the gateway
Of the badlands
My mind set:
Bring on the terror dome
This night takes kindly;
Havoc
Trickfuckery
More than one ornery hillbilly
Has nurtured those abilities
Psychological warfare ...
Matured my finesse with it
Far beyond egg yolk
And TP
The thought;
An assault on my sensibilities
A loose grip on my...
And dip to roam the sidewalks
As if....
the concrete squares below my stealthy
Red shoed curling feet
Were ushering me in
To the gateway
Of the badlands
My mind set:
Bring on the terror dome
This night takes kindly;
Havoc
Trickfuckery
More than one ornery hillbilly
Has nurtured those abilities
Psychological warfare ...
Matured my finesse with it
Far beyond egg yolk
And TP
The thought;
An assault on my sensibilities
A loose grip on my...
#Halloween
69 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Sep 2020 5:44am
6th Sep 2020 5:44am
Vacation
Interacting with the locals
Carrying baskets
Bulging fresh fruit
And palm tree smacked grin
The sun kissed
And grabbed me by the skin
She danced the light
And smattered it
Across my wrinkled
Up nose
Playful
Kool aid carefreed
Steel drummed
Rolling round plinking and
Plopped down to beach it
While curling toes felt up the sand
I just lay
And soaked up the Rastafarian
Three man band
And the toke of spliff
And the toke of...
Carrying baskets
Bulging fresh fruit
And palm tree smacked grin
The sun kissed
And grabbed me by the skin
She danced the light
And smattered it
Across my wrinkled
Up nose
Playful
Kool aid carefreed
Steel drummed
Rolling round plinking and
Plopped down to beach it
While curling toes felt up the sand
I just lay
And soaked up the Rastafarian
Three man band
And the toke of spliff
And the toke of...
#beach
86 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2020 8:33pm
1st Sep 2020 8:33pm
A horse called West
There was an infinite horse called West
He cantered Stallion chest
Heaving, thrusting forward
Beads of salted sweat
To the throttled floor
And hardened salt bed flats
With gifts of pound and precision
The grand machinery of nature
Without untimely death
To reign the beast in
Mortality can appear a noose
Even when the hangman has just cause
And the look of a saint
Beneath his dark hood
West had no knowledge
Of discourage
opposable thumbs were not in his
Chocolate brown make up ...
He cantered Stallion chest
Heaving, thrusting forward
Beads of salted sweat
To the throttled floor
And hardened salt bed flats
With gifts of pound and precision
The grand machinery of nature
Without untimely death
To reign the beast in
Mortality can appear a noose
Even when the hangman has just cause
And the look of a saint
Beneath his dark hood
West had no knowledge
Of discourage
opposable thumbs were not in his
Chocolate brown make up ...
#fate
71 reads
9 Comments
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