Submissions by MalcolmG (Malcolm Gladwin)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm certainly complex filled with layers , introverted extrovert or whichever way pleases , I like authentic and original thoughts , don't care how messy it is as Iong as provokes me to consider things I wouldn't usually, somewhat of spontaneous writer
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Today 2:51am
Today 2:51am
Silence and Storm
Hear me not, yet feel my breath,
A susurrus etched in ebon shale.
What lingers whispers not of death,
But wraith-song borne on ashen gale.
The oculus is veiled in dust,
The portal gapes, the vow untrue.
Where halls resound with vacant trust,
The dawn distorts, the dusk imbues.
Their sigil scorned, their tale unscrolled,
Yet dunes consume the steps they laid.
The firmament withdraws its hold,
The zephyrs parch, the rivers fade.
Those who wander, sight unblessed,
Shall tread where embered tongues entwine.
No...
A susurrus etched in ebon shale.
What lingers whispers not of death,
But wraith-song borne on ashen gale.
The oculus is veiled in dust,
The portal gapes, the vow untrue.
Where halls resound with vacant trust,
The dawn distorts, the dusk imbues.
Their sigil scorned, their tale unscrolled,
Yet dunes consume the steps they laid.
The firmament withdraws its hold,
The zephyrs parch, the rivers fade.
Those who wander, sight unblessed,
Shall tread where embered tongues entwine.
No...
#mythology
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2025 3:41pm
6th Feb 2025 3:41pm
Random Thoughts
Winds howl through my ears
empty voices, empty rules,
dust beneath my feet.
Stars burn, mountains fall,
yet still they beg me to care.
I just light my smoke.
empty voices, empty rules,
dust beneath my feet.
Stars burn, mountains fall,
yet still they beg me to care.
I just light my smoke.
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2025 7:23pm
5th Feb 2025 7:23pm
The Last (Or Less)
If you knew the hourglass had cracked,
and every grain was sliding fast,
would you sit and watch it empty,
or flip it over, make time last?
Would you call the ones who left you,
just to mend what once was torn?
Or leave the past like shattered mirrors,
reflecting ghosts that feel unborn?
Would you chase the distant skyline,
feet on fire, lungs alive?
Or breathe in slow, just hold the moment,
watch the sun dissolve and thrive?
Would you stand upon a mountain,
feel the earth beneath your weight?
Or walk the...
and every grain was sliding fast,
would you sit and watch it empty,
or flip it over, make time last?
Would you call the ones who left you,
just to mend what once was torn?
Or leave the past like shattered mirrors,
reflecting ghosts that feel unborn?
Would you chase the distant skyline,
feet on fire, lungs alive?
Or breathe in slow, just hold the moment,
watch the sun dissolve and thrive?
Would you stand upon a mountain,
feel the earth beneath your weight?
Or walk the...
#TruthOfLife
40 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Feb 2025 7:18pm
5th Feb 2025 7:18pm
Art for Art’s Sake
I do not write to carve my name in stone,
nor sing for echoes in a crowded hall.
I let the melodies guide me alone,
not chasing gold—just heeding music’s call.
The rise and fall, the pulse, the breath, the sound,
the way a chord can lift or break a heart,
the way a note can wrap the soul around—
that’s why I sing, that’s why I play my part.
I paint not to be Michelangelo,
nor sculpt a legacy in strokes and hue.
I love the way the colors ebb and flow,
how crimson bleeds into the ocean blue.
The way the brush moves freely on the...
nor sing for echoes in a crowded hall.
I let the melodies guide me alone,
not chasing gold—just heeding music’s call.
The rise and fall, the pulse, the breath, the sound,
the way a chord can lift or break a heart,
the way a note can wrap the soul around—
that’s why I sing, that’s why I play my part.
I paint not to be Michelangelo,
nor sculpt a legacy in strokes and hue.
I love the way the colors ebb and flow,
how crimson bleeds into the ocean blue.
The way the brush moves freely on the...
#art
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Feb 2025 2:56pm
4th Feb 2025 2:56pm
Poetry SNOBS ...
Ink must flow in lines,
metered, measured, high-minded
else it is not art.
They sneer at free verse,
counting feet like prison bars,
locking out the wild.
Rhyme too clean? Too trite.
Rhyme too loose? Unrefined slop.
Gold melts in their hands.
Ancient names they quote,
wielding rules like brittle swords
paper cuts still sting.
Silence when they read,
hushed as if the gods had penned
what they claim to own.
Yet wind speaks in gusts,
rivers carve new paths through stone ...
metered, measured, high-minded
else it is not art.
They sneer at free verse,
counting feet like prison bars,
locking out the wild.
Rhyme too clean? Too trite.
Rhyme too loose? Unrefined slop.
Gold melts in their hands.
Ancient names they quote,
wielding rules like brittle swords
paper cuts still sting.
Silence when they read,
hushed as if the gods had penned
what they claim to own.
Yet wind speaks in gusts,
rivers carve new paths through stone ...
#LifeAsAWriter
50 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2025 2:47pm
4th Feb 2025 2:47pm
Small Amusements
"Raindrop Derby"
Raindrops race downhill,
children cheer for streams of fate
small joys shape the world.
"The Ant Parade"
Ants march in a line,
tiny wars on pavement cracks
a boy laughs, enthralled.
"Coin Waltz"
Spinning a coin fast,
hypnotized by its waltzing
all else fades away.
Raindrops race downhill,
children cheer for streams of fate
small joys shape the world.
"The Ant Parade"
Ants march in a line,
tiny wars on pavement cracks
a boy laughs, enthralled.
"Coin Waltz"
Spinning a coin fast,
hypnotized by its waltzing
all else fades away.
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2025 6:45pm
3rd Feb 2025 6:45pm
WAR WITH MYSELF
Shadows keep creeping in deep,
Battling demons,
misleading my reason,
they scream in the dark when I sleep
Drowning in echoes,
the voices are vicious,
they slither,
they tighten,
they reap,
Falling in cycles,
I struggle for silence, the war in my mind cuts too deep
Trapped in a cage of regret
Chained to the burdens I never forget
Poisonous venom,
it runs through my veins,
Lies in my ear keep appearing, they steer me, they whisper, they pull and restrain
War with myself, and I’m caught in the fire, still...
Battling demons,
misleading my reason,
they scream in the dark when I sleep
Drowning in echoes,
the voices are vicious,
they slither,
they tighten,
they reap,
Falling in cycles,
I struggle for silence, the war in my mind cuts too deep
Trapped in a cage of regret
Chained to the burdens I never forget
Poisonous venom,
it runs through my veins,
Lies in my ear keep appearing, they steer me, they whisper, they pull and restrain
War with myself, and I’m caught in the fire, still...
#myself
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2025 4:25am
1st Feb 2025 4:25am
The Hollow Chalice
The Hollow Chalice echoes roam
The river flows, but I am bone,
A vessel cracked, alone, alone.
I search the skies, but find no dome
The stars are ash, and ash is home.
The sickle swings but strikes no fruit,
The root is dust, the seed is mute.
You walk the earth with silver boot,
Yet tread on thorns, yet taste the soot.
To love and die, to die and love,
Is it not the same, to writhe and shove?
In death’s embrace, we mourn the dove
A coldness hums, the song above.
The mirror cracks, the face is gone,
The...
The river flows, but I am bone,
A vessel cracked, alone, alone.
I search the skies, but find no dome
The stars are ash, and ash is home.
The sickle swings but strikes no fruit,
The root is dust, the seed is mute.
You walk the earth with silver boot,
Yet tread on thorns, yet taste the soot.
To love and die, to die and love,
Is it not the same, to writhe and shove?
In death’s embrace, we mourn the dove
A coldness hums, the song above.
The mirror cracks, the face is gone,
The...
#hypocrisy
#TruthOfLife
45 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Feb 2025 3:04am
1st Feb 2025 3:04am
It Whispers
You want the truth? Ha. Let me carve it in,
Like a twisted fucking blade through your skin.
You hide from the dark, but I am the night,
The devil’s got a grin, and it’s razor-tight.
You think you’re clean, you think you’re pure?
Lies, every fucking breath, you’re a walking blur.
Fools in the light, pretending you shine,
But you’re as dead as a god with a broken spine.
I’ll tear through the surface, expose the rot,
You don’t even know what you've already forgot.
Your prayers are nothing, your halos are fake,
A smothered scream...
Like a twisted fucking blade through your skin.
You hide from the dark, but I am the night,
The devil’s got a grin, and it’s razor-tight.
You think you’re clean, you think you’re pure?
Lies, every fucking breath, you’re a walking blur.
Fools in the light, pretending you shine,
But you’re as dead as a god with a broken spine.
I’ll tear through the surface, expose the rot,
You don’t even know what you've already forgot.
Your prayers are nothing, your halos are fake,
A smothered scream...
#dark
43 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2025 5:34pm
31st Jan 2025 5:34pm
The Black Psalms
Kneel, wretched soul, and open your throat,
Let the dark flood in—let the hymns be choked.
No gods are listening. No saints remain.
Only the watchers with hollow names.
Their whispers coil in the dust-stained air,
A voice in your bones whispering, Sin.
I was there when the world learned Sin,
When the first child wept, clutching his throat.
The sky turned black, thickened the air,
And the voice of man in terror choked.
I lingered deep in the hollowed names,
Where the temples cracked, yet priests remained.
They...
Let the dark flood in—let the hymns be choked.
No gods are listening. No saints remain.
Only the watchers with hollow names.
Their whispers coil in the dust-stained air,
A voice in your bones whispering, Sin.
I was there when the world learned Sin,
When the first child wept, clutching his throat.
The sky turned black, thickened the air,
And the voice of man in terror choked.
I lingered deep in the hollowed names,
Where the temples cracked, yet priests remained.
They...
#dark
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Jan 2025 4:11pm
31st Jan 2025 4:11pm
FRAGMENTS
I try to recall your voice, but it's a whisper,
Fading like mist in the cold dawn air.
Your face dissolves in the ripples of memory,
A reflection trembling on water’s skin.
I reach for the past, but my hands grasp shadows,
And love lingers only as an aching ghost.
How cruel that time turns love into a ghost,
A presence that lingers but speaks in whispers.
I search for your warmth, find only shadows,
Moments unravel like dust in the air.
I chase the outline of your touch on my skin,
But the years have stolen my memory.
Or...
Fading like mist in the cold dawn air.
Your face dissolves in the ripples of memory,
A reflection trembling on water’s skin.
I reach for the past, but my hands grasp shadows,
And love lingers only as an aching ghost.
How cruel that time turns love into a ghost,
A presence that lingers but speaks in whispers.
I search for your warmth, find only shadows,
Moments unravel like dust in the air.
I chase the outline of your touch on my skin,
But the years have stolen my memory.
Or...
#FeelingLost
#love
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2025 10:56am
30th Jan 2025 10:56am
Truth ( Explicit )
#corruption
#politics
#TruthOfLife
27 reads
2 Comments
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