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
19th Mar 2025 3:34pm
19th Mar 2025 3:34pm
Be Free
#escape
#freedom
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2025 12:58pm
18th Mar 2025 12:58pm
Who am i
I wear the masks they whisper about,
Words spoken in the hush of broken corridors,
Light bringers or public enemy number one,
black for the night, white for the oath,
red when the wires scream.
I walk unseen through the veins of the world,
The shape shifter that walks amongst the wolves and sheep,
a pulse, a fracture, a glitch in the circuit.
I am the ghost that never stays dead,
Messiah that rises time and time again,
They call me a keyboard cowboy,
I know the dark because I had to.
You don’t track a predator by standing...
Words spoken in the hush of broken corridors,
Light bringers or public enemy number one,
black for the night, white for the oath,
red when the wires scream.
I walk unseen through the veins of the world,
The shape shifter that walks amongst the wolves and sheep,
a pulse, a fracture, a glitch in the circuit.
I am the ghost that never stays dead,
Messiah that rises time and time again,
They call me a keyboard cowboy,
I know the dark because I had to.
You don’t track a predator by standing...
#confessional
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Mar 2025 6:25pm
17th Mar 2025 6:25pm
Rite of Return
The sun bows slowly, mourning the lost son,
a candle flickers—one last breath,
whispered through a temple of fallen dust,
where the wind kneels—where silence feels like comfort,
cut from the cloth of the wordless sky. Here we stand.
A hand traces the names on ancient stone,
a name once worn, now barely warn.
The years have left their weight, as there they wait,
each carefully carved letter like a jagged might,
though the body’s gone, the soul’s still sight.
She told him once: "Sow your steps where light still sews,
pare...
a candle flickers—one last breath,
whispered through a temple of fallen dust,
where the wind kneels—where silence feels like comfort,
cut from the cloth of the wordless sky. Here we stand.
A hand traces the names on ancient stone,
a name once worn, now barely warn.
The years have left their weight, as there they wait,
each carefully carved letter like a jagged might,
though the body’s gone, the soul’s still sight.
She told him once: "Sow your steps where light still sews,
pare...
#grief
#inspirational
#rebirth #WritingPoetry
#rebirth #WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2025 9:36pm
16th Mar 2025 9:36pm
The Debt Always Comes Due
Always the victim, never the cause,
twisting the past into thorns in your crown,
spitting out names like they branded you first,
but no, you lit the match.
Nothing was real—just a game, just a spark,
a flicker in winter, a flame in my hands,
burning because you willed it to,
then blaming the fire for touching your skin.
Never was love, never was truth,
just a hollow echo you painted in gold,
a script rehearsed, a play well-staged,
but the audience left, and the curtains fell.
Every excuse, every...
twisting the past into thorns in your crown,
spitting out names like they branded you first,
but no, you lit the match.
Nothing was real—just a game, just a spark,
a flicker in winter, a flame in my hands,
burning because you willed it to,
then blaming the fire for touching your skin.
Never was love, never was truth,
just a hollow echo you painted in gold,
a script rehearsed, a play well-staged,
but the audience left, and the curtains fell.
Every excuse, every...
#anger
#fate
#hate #karma
#hate #karma
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Mar 2025 6:19pm
16th Mar 2025 6:19pm
Public Display of Dismay
There once was a man quite outrageous,
Who’d pull out his cock, quite voracious.
At a wedding, a store,
He’d show it once more,
And the cops found it truly audacious!
At the courthouse, he made his big stand,
With his cock still in his hand, quite unplanned.
But the judge said, “Oh please,
This is just a disease,”
And they banned him from all public land!
Na Na naaaaa - dirty bastard..
Who’d pull out his cock, quite voracious.
At a wedding, a store,
He’d show it once more,
And the cops found it truly audacious!
At the courthouse, he made his big stand,
With his cock still in his hand, quite unplanned.
But the judge said, “Oh please,
This is just a disease,”
And they banned him from all public land!
Na Na naaaaa - dirty bastard..
#funny
76 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2025 11:51am
16th Mar 2025 11:51am
Dreaming of finding love
I close my eyes— sleep, awake, threshold, rupture, flight
a door unhinges inside my mind,
splitting wide to the infinite howl of the cosmos.
The dark swallows me whole,
Yet I walk silent through the nothing, a shadow without weight,
stardust in my mouth, my veins glass rivers humming with echoes,
feet bleeding across the abyss,
through infinity, past the breath of collapsing stars.
"Love!" I call, voice shattered into echoes.
"Love, where are you?"
"Do you not know my voice?"...
a door unhinges inside my mind,
splitting wide to the infinite howl of the cosmos.
The dark swallows me whole,
Yet I walk silent through the nothing, a shadow without weight,
stardust in my mouth, my veins glass rivers humming with echoes,
feet bleeding across the abyss,
through infinity, past the breath of collapsing stars.
"Love!" I call, voice shattered into echoes.
"Love, where are you?"
"Do you not know my voice?"...
#dreams
#love
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
#SelfReflection #SelfWorth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2025 7:43pm
14th Mar 2025 7:43pm
Prismatic Love
My eyes drift the yonder of the colours after a rain, the sun shines through as thought compares love
to a
rainbow.
As if that was even possible
RED FIRST WOUND
Love begins like a wound unsealed
a gash of red across the sky,
wine spilled on white sheets,
lipstick bitten raw in the dark
it bleeds, it burns, it brands the soul.
Every whispered “I love you” tastes like copper,
tongues tangled in battle,
fingers tracing ribs like counting the cost,
a sunrise seething through storm clouds.
ORANGE FEVER DREAM...
to a
rainbow.
As if that was even possible
RED FIRST WOUND
Love begins like a wound unsealed
a gash of red across the sky,
wine spilled on white sheets,
lipstick bitten raw in the dark
it bleeds, it burns, it brands the soul.
Every whispered “I love you” tastes like copper,
tongues tangled in battle,
fingers tracing ribs like counting the cost,
a sunrise seething through storm clouds.
ORANGE FEVER DREAM...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2025 12:27pm
14th Mar 2025 12:27pm
Friends with benefits
It starts with a text
Hey handsome, you wanna hang?
And I know exactly where this night is going.
No need for games, no need for slow burns,
this isn’t about forever, it’s about now,
about heat and sweat and the way her hips move
like a wild ocean wave ready to crash.
She’s ten years younger but just as reckless,
and I’m not old enough to care.
We meet at the bar, two drinks in, shooters next.
She laughs, head tilted back, hair spilling like whiskey.
The way she sways to the bassline,
hips like liquid, eyes like fire
I...
Hey handsome, you wanna hang?
And I know exactly where this night is going.
No need for games, no need for slow burns,
this isn’t about forever, it’s about now,
about heat and sweat and the way her hips move
like a wild ocean wave ready to crash.
She’s ten years younger but just as reckless,
and I’m not old enough to care.
We meet at the bar, two drinks in, shooters next.
She laughs, head tilted back, hair spilling like whiskey.
The way she sways to the bassline,
hips like liquid, eyes like fire
I...
#lust
#passion
#sex #sexy
#sex #sexy
173 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2025 8:07am
12th Mar 2025 8:07am
The Silence of Running Water
We built a mountain
out of dust
dry skin on old bones
and hollowed-out eyes
drinking from the crack in the glass.
The rivers ran backward,
spitting out promises
that tasted like iron.
Feet,
footprints carved into gravel,
burning with the weight of a thousand forgotten years
we ran like shadows chasing the sun
but the light never reached us,
just slipped away
into the cracks of our teeth
and disappeared into the sky
that never looked down.
I saw the rain dance,
but it wasn’t real.
It was...
out of dust
dry skin on old bones
and hollowed-out eyes
drinking from the crack in the glass.
The rivers ran backward,
spitting out promises
that tasted like iron.
Feet,
footprints carved into gravel,
burning with the weight of a thousand forgotten years
we ran like shadows chasing the sun
but the light never reached us,
just slipped away
into the cracks of our teeth
and disappeared into the sky
that never looked down.
I saw the rain dance,
but it wasn’t real.
It was...
#death
#LifeCycle
#religion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2025 7:38am
12th Mar 2025 7:38am
DEVOUR THE WAY
The wind gnaws flesh from the bones of the moon,
spits marrow into the still water—
the pool does not move, the pool does not speak,
but something coils beneath.
Karma is a snake with its teeth in my throat.
I tell it, “Let go.”
It laughs. It does not.
No self, no center, no name.
The mind burns its own house down—
calls it wisdom, calls it freedom.
But if all things are empty, why am I still full of hunger?
If all things are weightless, why do I still sink?
The Great Way is effortless—
if you have no pulse.
The...
spits marrow into the still water—
the pool does not move, the pool does not speak,
but something coils beneath.
Karma is a snake with its teeth in my throat.
I tell it, “Let go.”
It laughs. It does not.
No self, no center, no name.
The mind burns its own house down—
calls it wisdom, calls it freedom.
But if all things are empty, why am I still full of hunger?
If all things are weightless, why do I still sink?
The Great Way is effortless—
if you have no pulse.
The...
#peace
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Mar 2025 2:10pm
11th Mar 2025 2:10pm
The End is Near
Let's Read, Dear Friend—The End Is Near
Savour the flavour of these moments as sand spins through lost time
Oh can it be, oh dear poets the end is near,
the walls of our sanctuary crumble,
our words like echoes in an empty hall.
Like birds without a perch, we scatter,
like fish without water, gasping,
adrift in the deserts of lost verses.
Who will find the lost as they scatter?
Where will the blossoms new take root?
Poetry drifts, seeking soil, seeking sky, seeking eternal existences
Strange...
Savour the flavour of these moments as sand spins through lost time
Oh can it be, oh dear poets the end is near,
the walls of our sanctuary crumble,
our words like echoes in an empty hall.
Like birds without a perch, we scatter,
like fish without water, gasping,
adrift in the deserts of lost verses.
Who will find the lost as they scatter?
Where will the blossoms new take root?
Poetry drifts, seeking soil, seeking sky, seeking eternal existences
Strange...
#death
#LifeCycle
120 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Mar 2025 12:30pm
9th Mar 2025 12:30pm
Sundays Are for Breakfast in Bed
The birds begin before the sun,
a murmuring chorus slipping through the curtains,
soft gold spilling over her shoulder
and I lie here, watching,
watching the slow rise and fall of her breath,
the way her lips part in dreams,
how her hair spills across the pillow
like a river I could wade in forever.
My fingers trace lazy circles in her hair,
soft, absentminded strokes
I swear the scent of her could drive me mad.
Our bodies fit like a secret well kept,
feet tangled, legs woven,
like the world carved us from the same stone ...
a murmuring chorus slipping through the curtains,
soft gold spilling over her shoulder
and I lie here, watching,
watching the slow rise and fall of her breath,
the way her lips part in dreams,
how her hair spills across the pillow
like a river I could wade in forever.
My fingers trace lazy circles in her hair,
soft, absentminded strokes
I swear the scent of her could drive me mad.
Our bodies fit like a secret well kept,
feet tangled, legs woven,
like the world carved us from the same stone ...
#love
#lover
#passion
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2 Comments
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