Submissions by caxton
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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Sorry about the hickey
Sorry about those hickeys
Running up your neck
I didn't realize I was doing it
The lights were dimmed
And the one I put on your back
That one I meant
I guess at least you're lucky
That there are none on your breasts
Running up your neck
I didn't realize I was doing it
The lights were dimmed
And the one I put on your back
That one I meant
I guess at least you're lucky
That there are none on your breasts
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I want to give her all
She smells like
Well
I can't quite put my finger on it
But it is delicious
It makes me hungry
Not for food
For her
My appetites are voracious
And she's so sweet
She's so reserved
But when I kiss her
There is so much passion
I come alive from it
I'm surprised she can contain it
I have a hard time
Keeping control of myself
I want to rip off her clothes
Pick her up and carry her to my bed
I want to devote hours to the study of her body
To the study of her pleasure
I want the passion and pleasure mixed...
Well
I can't quite put my finger on it
But it is delicious
It makes me hungry
Not for food
For her
My appetites are voracious
And she's so sweet
She's so reserved
But when I kiss her
There is so much passion
I come alive from it
I'm surprised she can contain it
I have a hard time
Keeping control of myself
I want to rip off her clothes
Pick her up and carry her to my bed
I want to devote hours to the study of her body
To the study of her pleasure
I want the passion and pleasure mixed...
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Poems
I shut down
A month gone by
I hardly noticed
Then I came back
And all of the writers were writing
Still
The dark gothics
The sensualists
Whacked out tweakers
Obsurists
And the brilliant
It all went on
It all seems the same
But somehow I feel different
Tempered
Or perhaps I just have
A different
Perspective
But the words still taste like they used to
There's a pride in creation
Sometime walking away
Is the best thing to do
It enables the return
A month gone by
I hardly noticed
Then I came back
And all of the writers were writing
Still
The dark gothics
The sensualists
Whacked out tweakers
Obsurists
And the brilliant
It all went on
It all seems the same
But somehow I feel different
Tempered
Or perhaps I just have
A different
Perspective
But the words still taste like they used to
There's a pride in creation
Sometime walking away
Is the best thing to do
It enables the return
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Mad as a hatter
To tell the truth
It was the top hats that did it
The milliners never needed to worry
It wasn't part of their life
But top hats had to be black
That was the fashion
So the black fingered
Hat makers
Wallowed in the mercury
Compound that made those
Black top hats so black
Breathed it in
Absorbed it through their skin
Drank it with their tea and coffee
Mercury can do terrible things to the mind
Then people started to notice
They would say things like
"He's as mad as a hatter"
And so the hatters...
It was the top hats that did it
The milliners never needed to worry
It wasn't part of their life
But top hats had to be black
That was the fashion
So the black fingered
Hat makers
Wallowed in the mercury
Compound that made those
Black top hats so black
Breathed it in
Absorbed it through their skin
Drank it with their tea and coffee
Mercury can do terrible things to the mind
Then people started to notice
They would say things like
"He's as mad as a hatter"
And so the hatters...
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e e cummings came
When I burn in the garden of you
I can but I won't
And you'll do what you do
But then is over and now too soon
For me to be and you to lose
So if and does when you and try
Then I and you like star and sky
Too one for two but I and you
So if is me and try is you
I can but I won't
And you'll do what you do
But then is over and now too soon
For me to be and you to lose
So if and does when you and try
Then I and you like star and sky
Too one for two but I and you
So if is me and try is you
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f**king plagiarists
You see
The words I weave
Have been woven before
Perhaps differently
With different threads and colors
Patterns and better looms
I do this by hand
But some weave by machine
Precise, perfect, boring
Sometimes My words are smooth and silky
Sometimes they are a rough homespun
But I weave them
And clothe myself in them
Wear them around town
But I'm kind I let other people try them on
Say
How do you feel in this
No?
Well try this
Yes I like the drape of this one on you
But then...
The words I weave
Have been woven before
Perhaps differently
With different threads and colors
Patterns and better looms
I do this by hand
But some weave by machine
Precise, perfect, boring
Sometimes My words are smooth and silky
Sometimes they are a rough homespun
But I weave them
And clothe myself in them
Wear them around town
But I'm kind I let other people try them on
Say
How do you feel in this
No?
Well try this
Yes I like the drape of this one on you
But then...
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When friends become lovers
I've known her for years
Then I saw her one day
Differently
Asked her out
Had a date
An awkward first kiss
Passion burns deep
Her kiss is hungry
My inside boils
She walks through the mirrored landscape
Of my dreams
Her touch turns my heart
Into a feather
Floating up into my chest
Filled with nervous energy
Adrenaline
I find it hard to contain myself
I want her to feel my passion
Feel my heart wrap around her
Like my fingers intertwine with hers
I want to do this right
Make it last
Watch the sun...
Then I saw her one day
Differently
Asked her out
Had a date
An awkward first kiss
Passion burns deep
Her kiss is hungry
My inside boils
She walks through the mirrored landscape
Of my dreams
Her touch turns my heart
Into a feather
Floating up into my chest
Filled with nervous energy
Adrenaline
I find it hard to contain myself
I want her to feel my passion
Feel my heart wrap around her
Like my fingers intertwine with hers
I want to do this right
Make it last
Watch the sun...
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Nothingness
At what point does the minutiae
Of our daily lives dissolve
Into the nothingness
That is our place
Our significance in the universe
At what point do we overflow
Break our bounds
Like a river cascading over
And breaking through the dam
Washing away the clutter
The thoughtless
The temporary
Cleansing the landscape
Of artifice
And when once swept clean
Do we try to return the clutter
Or embrace the empty freedom
Granted us
By the tragic gift
That gave us what we did no want
But surely needed
Of our daily lives dissolve
Into the nothingness
That is our place
Our significance in the universe
At what point do we overflow
Break our bounds
Like a river cascading over
And breaking through the dam
Washing away the clutter
The thoughtless
The temporary
Cleansing the landscape
Of artifice
And when once swept clean
Do we try to return the clutter
Or embrace the empty freedom
Granted us
By the tragic gift
That gave us what we did no want
But surely needed
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High school
So
We went on the date
After that dance
Held hands
Made out
I said I loved her
In retrospect I
May have
Been a bit precipitate
But it was my first
Girlfriend
That's how good I am at fucking
Things up
Awkward high school twitchy fucker
We went on the date
After that dance
Held hands
Made out
I said I loved her
In retrospect I
May have
Been a bit precipitate
But it was my first
Girlfriend
That's how good I am at fucking
Things up
Awkward high school twitchy fucker
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Somewhere
Somewhere between
The beginning
And her
I saw a eight thousand sunsets
Two thousand sun rises
And three thousand damned inches of snow
Somewhere between
the beginning
and her
I broke a handful of hearts
And watched a handful
Of women do a tap dance
on mine
I saw a painting in a museum
They said it was very famous
But I prefer the one
at my grandmothers house
And I tried to sculpt a lover
I never had the courage to show it to her
Somewhere between the
Beginning and her
I learned the truth...
The beginning
And her
I saw a eight thousand sunsets
Two thousand sun rises
And three thousand damned inches of snow
Somewhere between
the beginning
and her
I broke a handful of hearts
And watched a handful
Of women do a tap dance
on mine
I saw a painting in a museum
They said it was very famous
But I prefer the one
at my grandmothers house
And I tried to sculpt a lover
I never had the courage to show it to her
Somewhere between the
Beginning and her
I learned the truth...
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Hero
I am not a hero
Knight in shining armor
Selfless doer of good deeds
Trying to make the world better
I am inherently selfish
The kind things I do
I do for the recognition
To make some girl love me
To make every woman love me
Like when I bring them flowers
Help them to climax
If we make love for hours
Only a little is pure romance
I am filling a need
A fear driven desire
Saying won't you love me please
If only for this hour
I am not a paragon
I get angry like anyone else
Sometimes I'm just better at hiding it...
Knight in shining armor
Selfless doer of good deeds
Trying to make the world better
I am inherently selfish
The kind things I do
I do for the recognition
To make some girl love me
To make every woman love me
Like when I bring them flowers
Help them to climax
If we make love for hours
Only a little is pure romance
I am filling a need
A fear driven desire
Saying won't you love me please
If only for this hour
I am not a paragon
I get angry like anyone else
Sometimes I'm just better at hiding it...
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Birthday
Today is my birthday
And we're going to go
To war with Russia
Still
I can't help like feeling
That this should be important to me
Should be important to every one
That thirty years ago
No one would talk of anything else
Everything would come screaming
To a halt
Panic parents
And clamoring children
Would shout out
Their love
And fear
But now
We might be going to war
And all I care about is this girl
With the pretty blonde hair
I want to get her number
And see her tomorrow after work...
And we're going to go
To war with Russia
Still
I can't help like feeling
That this should be important to me
Should be important to every one
That thirty years ago
No one would talk of anything else
Everything would come screaming
To a halt
Panic parents
And clamoring children
Would shout out
Their love
And fear
But now
We might be going to war
And all I care about is this girl
With the pretty blonde hair
I want to get her number
And see her tomorrow after work...
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