Submissions by Calamityofgin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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
467 reads
6 Comments
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
407 reads
6 Comments
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
442 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
705 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
469 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2021 3:19am
3rd Feb 2021 3:19am
T.B untitled
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
I am the penetrant man
Inside my light shines
Held tightly
The swinging beacon
From a grip harboring the future
Safe harbor from my eyes
That sting
That pierce
That fling the shine
And dry to pillars
Of salt that...
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
I am the penetrant man
Inside my light shines
Held tightly
The swinging beacon
From a grip harboring the future
Safe harbor from my eyes
That sting
That pierce
That fling the shine
And dry to pillars
Of salt that...
#morality
715 reads
10 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Jan 2021 8:24pm
27th Jan 2021 8:24pm
Jack White and other Spiritual matters
Prior to yesterday I fasted from Jack White for 8 days. Cause: One screwy morning while making my bed, neatly spreading the head of my Virgin Mary blanket newly bought on sale at Walmart, I looked up at the print of Jack White my mother bought me and winked at him and said:
“Love you Jack, we got this.”
I was Godsmacked. Thrown back violently into a moment where I had stared into a Golden boys centerfold in the pages of Teen Beat, pledged my undying love, straight into his turquoise eyes, and was crushed when he did not swear it back.
I got down on my knees and...
“Love you Jack, we got this.”
I was Godsmacked. Thrown back violently into a moment where I had stared into a Golden boys centerfold in the pages of Teen Beat, pledged my undying love, straight into his turquoise eyes, and was crushed when he did not swear it back.
I got down on my knees and...
#faith
#music
#alcohol #addiction
#alcohol #addiction
578 reads
14 Comments
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
655 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
416 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
422 reads
9 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
399 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
431 reads
10 Comments
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