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
4th Mar 2025 00:47am
4th Mar 2025 00:47am
I BURN FOR YOU - Burning Through the Cosmo
I seem to have loved you in the distant galaxies where your name is a star,
A flash,
A comet’s tail
Curled in the velvet sky,
Burning,
Fleeting,
Untouchable, yet I reach for you
A body I cannot hold,
Yet I burn, I burn, I burn, I burn,
In the shadows of your absence,
I burn,
A flame too bright for this world.
In every space between our breaths, the distance of forever,
I see you
Not here, not here,
No not here,
But everywhere, in everything thing.
A constellated dream,
Chasing...
A flash,
A comet’s tail
Curled in the velvet sky,
Burning,
Fleeting,
Untouchable, yet I reach for you
A body I cannot hold,
Yet I burn, I burn, I burn, I burn,
In the shadows of your absence,
I burn,
A flame too bright for this world.
In every space between our breaths, the distance of forever,
I see you
Not here, not here,
No not here,
But everywhere, in everything thing.
A constellated dream,
Chasing...
#love
#passion
#UnrequitedLove
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2025 5:18pm
3rd Mar 2025 5:18pm
STARING SIN
It seems like a raw hallucination,
a slow-burning betrayal,
a collision of unspoken hunger,
Here we are,
The room shakes,
a flicker of voices,
but they blur, distant, static, pale shadows against the raw pulse of your eyes locking with mine.
Across the room, she burns like a flare
A flicker,
a spark,
a collision waiting to happen,
her body wrapped in midnight blue, tight as the space between us,
every inch of her, a story begging to be read,
and my eyes are the ink,
drenching her in fire
with...
a slow-burning betrayal,
a collision of unspoken hunger,
Here we are,
The room shakes,
a flicker of voices,
but they blur, distant, static, pale shadows against the raw pulse of your eyes locking with mine.
Across the room, she burns like a flare
A flicker,
a spark,
a collision waiting to happen,
her body wrapped in midnight blue, tight as the space between us,
every inch of her, a story begging to be read,
and my eyes are the ink,
drenching her in fire
with...
#love
#lust
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2025 4:37pm
3rd Mar 2025 4:37pm
DEVOUR ME, O DISTANT LOVE
Love sits on the windowsill, watching, / watching, / watching
not close enough to touch, yet its breath melts the frost,
soft as a dying ember, cruel as the wind that snuffs it.
Oh, I have seen love / gnawing the bones of the moon,
worshipped it in the fever of hands that mistake
devotion for the slick pulse of need
tell me, tell me, where does love end, and lust begin?
When do lips become razors, and kisses become graves?
I have kissed a ghost in the shape of a lover,
felt their breath stitched into my ribs,
and...
not close enough to touch, yet its breath melts the frost,
soft as a dying ember, cruel as the wind that snuffs it.
Oh, I have seen love / gnawing the bones of the moon,
worshipped it in the fever of hands that mistake
devotion for the slick pulse of need
tell me, tell me, where does love end, and lust begin?
When do lips become razors, and kisses become graves?
I have kissed a ghost in the shape of a lover,
felt their breath stitched into my ribs,
and...
#love
#lover
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2025 2:44am
2nd Mar 2025 2:44am
Eschaton’s Banquet
Echoes in the Ruins
Wild Puppets pivot in twilight past halls, their strings pulled taut by unseen hands of broken time,
Greedy profit parasites plundering pockets as stock markets socketed, mad
rockets launched while prophets pocketed coins stamped with empires' faces, unholy graces.
Glutted glitz blinds the masses, tongues twisted in gilded speech,
systems listed, teetering, twisted wristwatches ticking in sync
with synaptic sickness, digits drift, dividends split,
creditors cryptic as cynics scripted, their lies dressed in logic,
synesthetic...
Wild Puppets pivot in twilight past halls, their strings pulled taut by unseen hands of broken time,
Greedy profit parasites plundering pockets as stock markets socketed, mad
rockets launched while prophets pocketed coins stamped with empires' faces, unholy graces.
Glutted glitz blinds the masses, tongues twisted in gilded speech,
systems listed, teetering, twisted wristwatches ticking in sync
with synaptic sickness, digits drift, dividends split,
creditors cryptic as cynics scripted, their lies dressed in logic,
synesthetic...
#LifeCycle
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2025 6:05am
26th Feb 2025 6:05am
Oh Love
Oh Love, thou art a storm! A black-winged angel descending, a fire in the belly of the night
Did not the stars shudder when first they beheld thee? Did not the seas rise in wild revolt?
The hand that reaches, the hand that strikes both are thine, both bear the mark of thy cruel ecstasy.
I saw thee in the lover’s eye, burning like a sun that knows no mercy,
I saw thee in the trembling hands of those who long but dare not touch,
And lo! Their fingers, turned to dust before their eyes could meet,
Their lips, swollen with words unsaid, aching, aching,...
Did not the stars shudder when first they beheld thee? Did not the seas rise in wild revolt?
The hand that reaches, the hand that strikes both are thine, both bear the mark of thy cruel ecstasy.
I saw thee in the lover’s eye, burning like a sun that knows no mercy,
I saw thee in the trembling hands of those who long but dare not touch,
And lo! Their fingers, turned to dust before their eyes could meet,
Their lips, swollen with words unsaid, aching, aching,...
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
25th Feb 2025 8:35pm
Shattered Visions
Oh the Innocence
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
That laugh, that wild howling in the throat of the child,
Unseen fingers scramble for the last thread of light
Here, the angels are naked,
no wings to catch their fall.
The river splits,
splashes,
and chaos is born
from the lips of the unholy, the pure.
There be our Divinity
slips beneath the skin like rust on gold—
a fractured god,
broken in pieces,
spilled across the morning,
the moon forgets its name.
Prophecies?
Laughing in the dust,
twisted and torn,
a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2025 5:13pm
20th Feb 2025 5:13pm
Wanderers on the Edge
Fingertip reaches—glass-fractured sky,
but the world keeps turning, indifferent, blind.
We watch, we wait, we sift through the ashes—
searching for warmth in a fire long gone.
Ghosts of wanting drift through the ebb,
feet sinking in time’s marrow-thick river.
Clawing at the hilltop, slipping, gasping—
but do we climb or just fall slower?
Love hums then shatters,
echoes down corridors we dare not tread.
The oaken river swallows its dead,
birds fall southward, wings brittle with regret.
Winter comes for all—darkness...
but the world keeps turning, indifferent, blind.
We watch, we wait, we sift through the ashes—
searching for warmth in a fire long gone.
Ghosts of wanting drift through the ebb,
feet sinking in time’s marrow-thick river.
Clawing at the hilltop, slipping, gasping—
but do we climb or just fall slower?
Love hums then shatters,
echoes down corridors we dare not tread.
The oaken river swallows its dead,
birds fall southward, wings brittle with regret.
Winter comes for all—darkness...
#emotions
#LifeStruggles
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2025 12:54pm
19th Feb 2025 12:54pm
Dream-Seeking Under Moonlight
Dreaming under clouds,
moonlight shines upon the fields,
truth is foretold now.
Beast upon the moor,
softly speaks the song of wind,
dream is given gift.
Healing in thy dream,
stone-laid path is long and hard,
light embraces thee.
Fate is under night,
dream-traveling mind is glad,
bright rest in gold shines.
Thou hast named the dream,
wind-blown was my spoken word,
moon now seeks for thee.
moonlight shines upon the fields,
truth is foretold now.
Beast upon the moor,
softly speaks the song of wind,
dream is given gift.
Healing in thy dream,
stone-laid path is long and hard,
light embraces thee.
Fate is under night,
dream-traveling mind is glad,
bright rest in gold shines.
Thou hast named the dream,
wind-blown was my spoken word,
moon now seeks for thee.
#dreams
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 4:15pm
18th Feb 2025 4:15pm
Wax-Dripped Memory
Bone-silted river bleeds backward,
tide-swallowed and unspooled,
coffin-seamed decades slouch against a cindered skyline—
time, a lichen-laced beast, starved-thin and echo-lost,
chewing the wax-dripped minutes that slip like marrow through dusk.
Iron-tasting hours blister against frost-scabbed bones,
flesh-stitched days unravel, splinter-throated and root-bound,
where clock-hands wilt, tendon-thin and grave-damp,
melting into brine-brittle pools beneath sun-scoured echoes.
Fog-clot visions smear across the moth-blurred dawn,
where...
tide-swallowed and unspooled,
coffin-seamed decades slouch against a cindered skyline—
time, a lichen-laced beast, starved-thin and echo-lost,
chewing the wax-dripped minutes that slip like marrow through dusk.
Iron-tasting hours blister against frost-scabbed bones,
flesh-stitched days unravel, splinter-throated and root-bound,
where clock-hands wilt, tendon-thin and grave-damp,
melting into brine-brittle pools beneath sun-scoured echoes.
Fog-clot visions smear across the moth-blurred dawn,
where...
#memories
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4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
A World in Chains
How do you uncage a mind—
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
#art
#scary
#WritingPoetry
61 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 1:13am
18th Feb 2025 1:13am
The World Has Gone Mad
They chatter and bicker, they shriek and they wail,
preach heaven through headlines, through panic for sale.
They conjure up villains, then rewrite the plot,
twist facts into fiction, then swear it’s not.
They march for their causes with signs in their hands,
then torch every city to make their demands.
They scream for their freedoms while begging for chains,
then ask why their suffering circles the drain.
They live in delusion, in comfort they choke,
addicted to outrage, enslaved to the joke.
They click and they swipe, they consume and...
preach heaven through headlines, through panic for sale.
They conjure up villains, then rewrite the plot,
twist facts into fiction, then swear it’s not.
They march for their causes with signs in their hands,
then torch every city to make their demands.
They scream for their freedoms while begging for chains,
then ask why their suffering circles the drain.
They live in delusion, in comfort they choke,
addicted to outrage, enslaved to the joke.
They click and they swipe, they consume and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 00:31am
18th Feb 2025 00:31am
Woven Whispers
Solitary spark,
Threaded through fate’s silent loom,
Veiled in silver dusk.
Held in fleeting dream,
Breath and hunger gild its chains,
Flesh, a borrowed home.
Gossamer unwinds,
Light unlaces night’s embrace,
Echoes drift like mist.
Nothing fades, but folds,
Rivers cradle their own gaze,
Waves return to sea.
Form, a fleeting name,
Time’s light touch reshapes and molds,
Yet I still remain.
This is how it is and how it has always been - Always ...
Threaded through fate’s silent loom,
Veiled in silver dusk.
Held in fleeting dream,
Breath and hunger gild its chains,
Flesh, a borrowed home.
Gossamer unwinds,
Light unlaces night’s embrace,
Echoes drift like mist.
Nothing fades, but folds,
Rivers cradle their own gaze,
Waves return to sea.
Form, a fleeting name,
Time’s light touch reshapes and molds,
Yet I still remain.
This is how it is and how it has always been - Always ...
#LifeCycle
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5 Comments
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