Submissions by Calamityofgin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jun 2021 4:08am
18th Jun 2021 4:08am
Girl
She walks underneath the sheen
Night fall
Night ache
And a thousand more deserts she cannot understand
Hearing
Foreign voices
Echoing off a rock
Hearing
But not seeing
A star drop
There had been a wind
It had passed over her body like petals
It had touched her so delicately
She had missed its presence
Unable to even entertain
The notion of more
Night fall
Night ache
And a thousand more deserts she cannot understand
Hearing
Foreign voices
Echoing off a rock
Hearing
But not seeing
A star drop
There had been a wind
It had passed over her body like petals
It had touched her so delicately
She had missed its presence
Unable to even entertain
The notion of more
#hope
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2021 5:16am
6th Jun 2021 5:16am
Very human being
It has served some purpose
My human being
My strength in episodic reach
The collaborative effect
Come pheromones to nostrils
That rounds pupils
Breaking out in embrace
Skin to skin for a moment
Though it might chance souls touching
My human being alive
Being proud of her show
Being far beyond anything she once hoped to have appeared
In the other minds eye
Let alone ..
daily plans
Breakfast
The normalcy of toast and butter, jelly
And knowing exactly how we like each other's eggs...
My human being
My strength in episodic reach
The collaborative effect
Come pheromones to nostrils
That rounds pupils
Breaking out in embrace
Skin to skin for a moment
Though it might chance souls touching
My human being alive
Being proud of her show
Being far beyond anything she once hoped to have appeared
In the other minds eye
Let alone ..
daily plans
Breakfast
The normalcy of toast and butter, jelly
And knowing exactly how we like each other's eggs...
#courage
41 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th May 2021 10:08pm
12th May 2021 10:08pm
Heron
I saw a Heron today. He was flying, with fierceness. Fiercely flying. His head was tucked back into his shoulders, His wings were held in aggressive V’s. He was heading West off the lake at a 45 degree angle fast, furiously... driven by a purpose obviously large. I believed his purpose would be attainable, and hit with attack.
I have never seen a Heron with this particular character. One where I would assign it the anthropomorphic traits of a fighter pilot. I had only witnessed them, in states of calm and silence. Standing like saints, cloaked in ghostly blue, coming into my...
I have never seen a Heron with this particular character. One where I would assign it the anthropomorphic traits of a fighter pilot. I had only witnessed them, in states of calm and silence. Standing like saints, cloaked in ghostly blue, coming into my...
#faith
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th May 2021 4:30am
5th May 2021 4:30am
.......
My Father is in the rain
And bends the legitimate lines of my face into curve and artful thought
Stands behind both pragmatism
and delusion
With nudge or gentle hold
I pray I allow my hips his compass
My footfall to align with his
My insecurities
My fears
My wavering doubts
Plucked and given freely to open palm
The artistry in those lines
The enormity in that hand that spreads eternity into the un fathomable
I breathe there
I smile
And I breathe there
And bends the legitimate lines of my face into curve and artful thought
Stands behind both pragmatism
and delusion
With nudge or gentle hold
I pray I allow my hips his compass
My footfall to align with his
My insecurities
My fears
My wavering doubts
Plucked and given freely to open palm
The artistry in those lines
The enormity in that hand that spreads eternity into the un fathomable
I breathe there
I smile
And I breathe there
#faith
69 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Apr 2021 11:00pm
14th Apr 2021 11:00pm
Cherry Stem
What it was, was air tied. What it was, was a fatal, figmented fiber that twisted from out of nothing. Other than a stone cold catalyst. One deceivingly delicate. And on the verge
Of beautiful
On the verge of her lips, her tongue poking between syllables the staccato of foreign music. The staccato of a dance he’d seen in an exotic movie. With cocktails and pastel umbrellas. There were lively birds in the background
Her lips
An aroma of cherries lifted, twisted and turned and lifted. Twisted into a...
Of beautiful
On the verge of her lips, her tongue poking between syllables the staccato of foreign music. The staccato of a dance he’d seen in an exotic movie. With cocktails and pastel umbrellas. There were lively birds in the background
Her lips
An aroma of cherries lifted, twisted and turned and lifted. Twisted into a...
#confusion
97 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2021 5:09pm
30th Mar 2021 5:09pm
Blues
Into the market square
Brushing along corners
Heady smells foreign
The shattering of red bricks
Imprinted a year
I do not know
The twitch of my nose
Cock of my head
Gathering senses in a good basket
But tumbles out
Bruised fruit
With each step
I am weighed down
Laid down
Low down
Dirtied like the tenants
From shoddy keeps
The list of demands
Longer
The tired in my eyes runs fast away
From stronger
Hoping he’s the wholesome southern boy ...
Brushing along corners
Heady smells foreign
The shattering of red bricks
Imprinted a year
I do not know
The twitch of my nose
Cock of my head
Gathering senses in a good basket
But tumbles out
Bruised fruit
With each step
I am weighed down
Laid down
Low down
Dirtied like the tenants
From shoddy keeps
The list of demands
Longer
The tired in my eyes runs fast away
From stronger
Hoping he’s the wholesome southern boy ...
#music
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Mar 2021 3:23am
17th Mar 2021 3:23am
Geometry
I want to confirm this angular notion
My body
This way and that
Aligning with my mood
A spirit seething into the sunset
To hiss and turn with pink tipped cotton bliss
Like down the hint of blue in the wisp
And whisper into it
Turns to seething
Seething Mother
An angular set to jaw and shrug to match
Babe swaddled beneath her slump of shoulder
Matching gaze to gaze up to blue down wisp
The Mother hisses
She wished she had been kissed
The Mother hisses
The babe is kissed
...
My body
This way and that
Aligning with my mood
A spirit seething into the sunset
To hiss and turn with pink tipped cotton bliss
Like down the hint of blue in the wisp
And whisper into it
Turns to seething
Seething Mother
An angular set to jaw and shrug to match
Babe swaddled beneath her slump of shoulder
Matching gaze to gaze up to blue down wisp
The Mother hisses
She wished she had been kissed
The Mother hisses
The babe is kissed
...
#SelfWorth
114 reads
9 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Feb 2021 10:04pm
25th Feb 2021 10:04pm
Bones
I am only bones here
I am only bones
To open jaw
Gaping clack and click
Monstrous sockets
See hollow
See darkened deep for eyes
Seeing no purpose for flesh without fate
Without the spiritual meat
Godliness
Without agape to limber the ligament
(and I fall carelessly, easily into my stride.... without cause to gawk and gawk again over my shoulder and forward again)
(and over wing like a bird, smooth movement over wing without hesitation... no falsehood in my transition, only smooth movement...
I am only bones
To open jaw
Gaping clack and click
Monstrous sockets
See hollow
See darkened deep for eyes
Seeing no purpose for flesh without fate
Without the spiritual meat
Godliness
Without agape to limber the ligament
(and I fall carelessly, easily into my stride.... without cause to gawk and gawk again over my shoulder and forward again)
(and over wing like a bird, smooth movement over wing without hesitation... no falsehood in my transition, only smooth movement...
#fate
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2021 3:24pm
18th Feb 2021 3:24pm
Iced In
I am almost certain this house is shrinking
I have begun to watch heavy mouth breathers as if they were mine canaries
And have duct taped down the stove tops
so that no Cabbage or Salmon or other viscous pungency invades what’s left of my senses
Last night I slept on the couch for a change of scenery in which to dream
My dreams have become complacent
I wish they contained urges like mine
I feel they hold to investment in my desires
My longings are being held hostage by a man in a boring brown suit who would never dare try and pull...
I have begun to watch heavy mouth breathers as if they were mine canaries
And have duct taped down the stove tops
so that no Cabbage or Salmon or other viscous pungency invades what’s left of my senses
Last night I slept on the couch for a change of scenery in which to dream
My dreams have become complacent
I wish they contained urges like mine
I feel they hold to investment in my desires
My longings are being held hostage by a man in a boring brown suit who would never dare try and pull...
#MyInspiration
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2021 10:05pm
16th Feb 2021 10:05pm
A deep affection for more
The woman sings:
“Don’t leave your little girl in the wild, the sky is turning black”
Of loves torture and trauma in an elliptical South
Of pale skin exposed to a hellish Son
Once her heart was signed in blood ink across a dotted line
It hurt
And it stunned a permanent mark upon her face
And so she hoarded comforting words
Of lingering beauty and deep pools for eyes
Rations to nurture poorly
a malnourished
and abused vanity
A hardening heart and hardened stone
...
“Don’t leave your little girl in the wild, the sky is turning black”
Of loves torture and trauma in an elliptical South
Of pale skin exposed to a hellish Son
Once her heart was signed in blood ink across a dotted line
It hurt
And it stunned a permanent mark upon her face
And so she hoarded comforting words
Of lingering beauty and deep pools for eyes
Rations to nurture poorly
a malnourished
and abused vanity
A hardening heart and hardened stone
...
#disappointment
98 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Feb 2021 1:22am
13th Feb 2021 1:22am
Hand
It is placed in a small hand
Small palm
A cup
To be held
(thoughts leave ligature stains)
To be violently kept
And dig deep
Down the red seams
Called fortune
That rise like trees
But uproot themselves
At the wrist
One so pale and daggered
One limp yet meaningful
One’s soul might forget it extends
One sparrow
One stone
One star to find me
(a comets score would burn a smaller space)
The World had turned within a tinier spot
How long could we...
Small palm
A cup
To be held
(thoughts leave ligature stains)
To be violently kept
And dig deep
Down the red seams
Called fortune
That rise like trees
But uproot themselves
At the wrist
One so pale and daggered
One limp yet meaningful
One’s soul might forget it extends
One sparrow
One stone
One star to find me
(a comets score would burn a smaller space)
The World had turned within a tinier spot
How long could we...
#anger
104 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2021 1:03am
6th Feb 2021 1:03am
Toad
It was deliberate
Fuckin A right
Like a toad in the water
And his eyes just above
A blue green mossy sheen of dank
His eyes
Two saline pillows of fear
As the pronging gig draws near
It was
Deliberate as ..
the toads sinking in
The dank of living again
The mossy displaced wet
The shape of toads round
Sinking belly
But sooner the gulp needed
He will rise
Again to hide
In plain sight
Trying hard to avert bulbous gaze
From a hillbilly’s flashlight
Dead...
Fuckin A right
Like a toad in the water
And his eyes just above
A blue green mossy sheen of dank
His eyes
Two saline pillows of fear
As the pronging gig draws near
It was
Deliberate as ..
the toads sinking in
The dank of living again
The mossy displaced wet
The shape of toads round
Sinking belly
But sooner the gulp needed
He will rise
Again to hide
In plain sight
Trying hard to avert bulbous gaze
From a hillbilly’s flashlight
Dead...
#death
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