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
16th Dec 2024 10:45pm
16th Dec 2024 10:45pm
The Struggle...
Trapped in a cage,
Demons shift and twist,
Tattoos of ancient symbols
Etched on worries weary face.
Across the river, the wizard watches,
Sword in hand, silent sentinel.
Waterfalls tumble and crash—
Magic stirs, the gate will open.
Beasts soar through frozen skies,
Ice-cold shards tear at flesh.
Claws stretch to shatter the mind,
Yet in the breath of the great dragon,
The tattooed child stands alone.
From within, he draws the wickedness,
Freedom's fire burning bright.
Arrows fly, shattering the air, ...
Demons shift and twist,
Tattoos of ancient symbols
Etched on worries weary face.
Across the river, the wizard watches,
Sword in hand, silent sentinel.
Waterfalls tumble and crash—
Magic stirs, the gate will open.
Beasts soar through frozen skies,
Ice-cold shards tear at flesh.
Claws stretch to shatter the mind,
Yet in the breath of the great dragon,
The tattooed child stands alone.
From within, he draws the wickedness,
Freedom's fire burning bright.
Arrows fly, shattering the air, ...
#fiction
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2024 2:24am
16th Dec 2024 2:24am
Our Dreams Beyond Stars...
There is a difference between this and those dreams,
Those tangled thoughts, where reason redeems.
Born from hours of pondering while awake,
Confused dreams that no true path take,
Mere whispers of the mind’s own schemes.
Indeed, much of what the dreamer sees,
Is but the echo of waking pleas.
A fleeting shadow of earthly care,
A mimicry of what we bear,
Such dreams dissolve like morning breeze.
And yet, there lies a darker stream,
Where Satan seeds his false dream scheme.
Twisting the soul with meanings profane,
A...
Those tangled thoughts, where reason redeems.
Born from hours of pondering while awake,
Confused dreams that no true path take,
Mere whispers of the mind’s own schemes.
Indeed, much of what the dreamer sees,
Is but the echo of waking pleas.
A fleeting shadow of earthly care,
A mimicry of what we bear,
Such dreams dissolve like morning breeze.
And yet, there lies a darker stream,
Where Satan seeds his false dream scheme.
Twisting the soul with meanings profane,
A...
#dreams
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Dec 2024 8:55am
15th Dec 2024 8:55am
Welcome to Hell ...
Welcome, dear soul, to the fiery embrace,
Where pleasure and sin find their rightful place.
Forget what you’ve heard, the lies they’ve spread
Hell’s not torment; it’s where life’s truly led.
Lust and desire aren’t vices to shame,
They’re art forms perfected in passion’s flame.
A dance of bodies, a feast of the flesh,
In Hell, these pleasures are always fresh.
Heaven may promise a cloud and a harp,
But its paradise is tepid, stale, and sharp.
No touch, no taste, no thrill of the chase
Just hymns on repeat in a sterile space. ...
Where pleasure and sin find their rightful place.
Forget what you’ve heard, the lies they’ve spread
Hell’s not torment; it’s where life’s truly led.
Lust and desire aren’t vices to shame,
They’re art forms perfected in passion’s flame.
A dance of bodies, a feast of the flesh,
In Hell, these pleasures are always fresh.
Heaven may promise a cloud and a harp,
But its paradise is tepid, stale, and sharp.
No touch, no taste, no thrill of the chase
Just hymns on repeat in a sterile space. ...
#devil
#funny
#heaven
#hell
#religion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Dec 2024 7:05am
15th Dec 2024 7:05am
The Critique of Self
We stand on the edge of the mind,
gazing inward, not outward,
where answers tremble in silence,
waiting to be uncovered.
Philosophers taught us:
do not grasp for the stars
before charting the constellations
etched in your own thoughts.
The world seen is not the world known
phenomena paint the limits of our gaze.
Beyond, the noumena wait,
silent, untouched by perception.
What do we see
when we peel back the veil of reason?
How does cause ripple
when the stone of thought strikes water?
We are...
gazing inward, not outward,
where answers tremble in silence,
waiting to be uncovered.
Philosophers taught us:
do not grasp for the stars
before charting the constellations
etched in your own thoughts.
The world seen is not the world known
phenomena paint the limits of our gaze.
Beyond, the noumena wait,
silent, untouched by perception.
What do we see
when we peel back the veil of reason?
How does cause ripple
when the stone of thought strikes water?
We are...
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2024 10:47pm
14th Dec 2024 10:47pm
The Rhythms of War ...
Our leaders tell us war can be avoided,
but the past says different,
these leaders say wisdom will guide trembling hands, but where was this guidance previously?
hovering over the nuclear switch,
While the weight of our history presses heavy against the future,
a script we've read before,
tattered and frayed at the edges, blood-stained in the middle,
lives lost without pause.
These mighty Empires begin to fall and decline not with dignity,
but with the echoes and shouts of the desperate,
As they clutch at the last fragments of their...
but the past says different,
these leaders say wisdom will guide trembling hands, but where was this guidance previously?
hovering over the nuclear switch,
While the weight of our history presses heavy against the future,
a script we've read before,
tattered and frayed at the edges, blood-stained in the middle,
lives lost without pause.
These mighty Empires begin to fall and decline not with dignity,
but with the echoes and shouts of the desperate,
As they clutch at the last fragments of their...
#LifeChangingMoment
#war
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2024 6:54pm
14th Dec 2024 6:54pm
Our Shackles ...
Enlightenment, they call it
man’s emergence from immaturity,
a self-imposed prison built of cowardice and laziness.
How sweet the yoke of docility,
how warm the embrace of guardians
who feed us thoughts pre-chewed,
who guide us with the steady reins of convenience.
Sapere Aude! they cry.
But courage falters when fear looms large
fear whispered by pastors, tax men, and officers.
Do not argue, they demand,
as if reason were a sin,
as if obedience were salvation.
Books think for us,
pastors believe for us, ...
man’s emergence from immaturity,
a self-imposed prison built of cowardice and laziness.
How sweet the yoke of docility,
how warm the embrace of guardians
who feed us thoughts pre-chewed,
who guide us with the steady reins of convenience.
Sapere Aude! they cry.
But courage falters when fear looms large
fear whispered by pastors, tax men, and officers.
Do not argue, they demand,
as if reason were a sin,
as if obedience were salvation.
Books think for us,
pastors believe for us, ...
#SelfDiscovery
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2024 10:02am
14th Dec 2024 10:02am
The Scarlet Woman
Beneath the veil of a perfect life,
A beautiful home, three children, a wife,
The hearth was warm, but the fire grew cold,
Yearnings untold in the silence rolled.
A chance encounter, a fleeting stare,
A whisper of something beyond repair.
Not love at first sight, but a seed was sown,
In the quiet corners where dreams are grown.
A life of halves began to unfold,
Guilt wore thin, but the heart stayed bold.
The lies, the longing, the laughter, the ache,
Each stolen moment, a soul to forsake.
Two hearts entwined in a...
A beautiful home, three children, a wife,
The hearth was warm, but the fire grew cold,
Yearnings untold in the silence rolled.
A chance encounter, a fleeting stare,
A whisper of something beyond repair.
Not love at first sight, but a seed was sown,
In the quiet corners where dreams are grown.
A life of halves began to unfold,
Guilt wore thin, but the heart stayed bold.
The lies, the longing, the laughter, the ache,
Each stolen moment, a soul to forsake.
Two hearts entwined in a...
#love
#lust
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2024 7:40am
14th Dec 2024 7:40am
Majesty of the Eagle
Through dense green webs of ancient forest's breath,
The eagle glides, a shadow marked by death,
Its talons strike, a silent end to life’s caress.
Above the plains where golden grasses sweep,
Its wings command the winds, vast skies they reap,
A sovereign hunter, boundless strength, and ceaseless quest.
From Andes' heights where harpy eagles reign,
To open skies where crowned kings stake their claim,
Their gaze, a spear, pierces time's eternal crest.
No backward glance betrays their calculated strike,
Their flight an arc,...
The eagle glides, a shadow marked by death,
Its talons strike, a silent end to life’s caress.
Above the plains where golden grasses sweep,
Its wings command the winds, vast skies they reap,
A sovereign hunter, boundless strength, and ceaseless quest.
From Andes' heights where harpy eagles reign,
To open skies where crowned kings stake their claim,
Their gaze, a spear, pierces time's eternal crest.
No backward glance betrays their calculated strike,
Their flight an arc,...
#birds
#nature
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2024 5:18pm
13th Dec 2024 5:18pm
Echoes of the Iron Beast
Oh, the machines,
those glorious beasts of iron and steam,
their roar echoing in the hollowed-out caves of cities,
once forests, now factories
a relentless, ceaseless hymn to progress.
What is it you fear?
Not starvation, surely.
No, it’s the collapse of profit margins,
the death knell of dividends.
Oh he fools sitting between the great paradox:
to have too much, yet too little.
You called forth these creations oh these metal monstrosities,
summoned them from fire and ore,
their birth pangs soot and ash.
They...
those glorious beasts of iron and steam,
their roar echoing in the hollowed-out caves of cities,
once forests, now factories
a relentless, ceaseless hymn to progress.
What is it you fear?
Not starvation, surely.
No, it’s the collapse of profit margins,
the death knell of dividends.
Oh he fools sitting between the great paradox:
to have too much, yet too little.
You called forth these creations oh these metal monstrosities,
summoned them from fire and ore,
their birth pangs soot and ash.
They...
#LifeChangingMoment
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2024 00:03am
13th Dec 2024 00:03am
Real Poetry ...
Verse ineffable,
Exsanguinating whispers,
Profundity burns.
Exsanguinating whispers,
Profundity burns.
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Dec 2024 8:56pm
12th Dec 2024 8:56pm
Mirror of Thought ...
Beneath an ancient, gnarled oak I sit,
Reflection caught where waters flit.
Solitude cradles thoughts that weave,
A dance of dark and light to cleave.
“What is virtue?” I beseech the breeze,
“And what is vice that tempts and teases?”
Mortal laws seem brittle, vain,
Molded by the hands of gain.
Eyes close to conjure a shadowed man,
Stealing for love, a desperate plan.
To nourish kin, he breaks decree
Where lies the wickedness in need?
Does virtue wear a crown of thorns?
Is sin the harvest justice...
Reflection caught where waters flit.
Solitude cradles thoughts that weave,
A dance of dark and light to cleave.
“What is virtue?” I beseech the breeze,
“And what is vice that tempts and teases?”
Mortal laws seem brittle, vain,
Molded by the hands of gain.
Eyes close to conjure a shadowed man,
Stealing for love, a desperate plan.
To nourish kin, he breaks decree
Where lies the wickedness in need?
Does virtue wear a crown of thorns?
Is sin the harvest justice...
#morality
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Dec 2024 10:18pm
10th Dec 2024 10:18pm
Sticky
#erotic
#lust
#sex
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