Submissions by caxton
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Wait . . . Poetry? I thought this was a dating site!
Blame this poem on the bar
From the depths if my
Well. . .
Stomache
Comes a primal roar(belch)
I don't like the taste so much
Festering like
The leeches sucking on my soul
All I want is to take your pants off
Oh and my pants
Funny word pants
Pants
Pants
Pants
Fuck me?
Take off my pants
You're a scape goat
Or some shit like that
I blame you anyways
Sometimes it's more fun this way
Well. . .
Stomache
Comes a primal roar(belch)
I don't like the taste so much
Festering like
The leeches sucking on my soul
All I want is to take your pants off
Oh and my pants
Funny word pants
Pants
Pants
Pants
Fuck me?
Take off my pants
You're a scape goat
Or some shit like that
I blame you anyways
Sometimes it's more fun this way
628 reads
1 Comment
Drip . . . Drip . . . Drip
I always think of you
dripping
Wet or
With disdain
I'm not sure which one is
better
I guess I
just like the pain
And you're always so reserved
Except when you're not
That's usually worse
dripping
Wet or
With disdain
I'm not sure which one is
better
I guess I
just like the pain
And you're always so reserved
Except when you're not
That's usually worse
678 reads
6 Comments
Do you think the sun ever gets tired of having the planets revolve around it?
She loves me
She said
But I'm suffocating
Magnetism or gravity
Somehow she's drawn to me
And when I told her I want to leave
She says she wants to stay with me
Like the wolf in a cage
I'm edgy
Trapped
I'd gnaw my arm off
To get out of this
But she's holding on
Tighter and tighter
She said
But I'm suffocating
Magnetism or gravity
Somehow she's drawn to me
And when I told her I want to leave
She says she wants to stay with me
Like the wolf in a cage
I'm edgy
Trapped
I'd gnaw my arm off
To get out of this
But she's holding on
Tighter and tighter
610 reads
1 Comment
When words aren't enough
Written with the help of LobodeSanPedro
Words meandering drunkenly around us
falling in and out of context
brushing up against meaning
stumbling into passion
poignancy a forgotten wish
blushing she says she loves me.
But verbose as I may be
it's my tactile bliss
my lover's kiss
that spells my love more surely
than anything uttered by lips.
blown dandelion
vespers carried on your breath
what new flowers bloom
No verbal kiss feels quite like this
and you can't...
Words meandering drunkenly around us
falling in and out of context
brushing up against meaning
stumbling into passion
poignancy a forgotten wish
blushing she says she loves me.
But verbose as I may be
it's my tactile bliss
my lover's kiss
that spells my love more surely
than anything uttered by lips.
blown dandelion
vespers carried on your breath
what new flowers bloom
No verbal kiss feels quite like this
and you can't...
658 reads
4 Comments
Falling down
I'm breaking up
She's breaking down
I guess we're just broken
Tangled tongue
Failing to be understood
I can't help feeling like it's my fault
But things fall
Apart
And as far as I can tell
I'm not better
than she thinks I
Am
But none of this was
Part
Of my plan
She's breaking down
I guess we're just broken
Tangled tongue
Failing to be understood
I can't help feeling like it's my fault
But things fall
Apart
And as far as I can tell
I'm not better
than she thinks I
Am
But none of this was
Part
Of my plan
570 reads
2 Comments
Recovering addict
I'm in recovery
Have been for a few years
My addiction was killing me
When I realizes I was an addict
I was shocked
This isn't the kind of thing
We like to think about
I have no track marks
I rarely drink
And as for pills
Even with a prescription
I didn't always take them
And some people would have
Good shit you know?
No I needed control of myself too much
To lose it to drugs
So what,
you are asking,
Am I addicted to?
Truthfully it's junk food
I don't mean that I like it a lot
I hit the DSM:IV right on the...
Have been for a few years
My addiction was killing me
When I realizes I was an addict
I was shocked
This isn't the kind of thing
We like to think about
I have no track marks
I rarely drink
And as for pills
Even with a prescription
I didn't always take them
And some people would have
Good shit you know?
No I needed control of myself too much
To lose it to drugs
So what,
you are asking,
Am I addicted to?
Truthfully it's junk food
I don't mean that I like it a lot
I hit the DSM:IV right on the...
906 reads
1 Comment
Clear and concise
The water colored distortions
Blurring the edges of remembrance
Scintillating with sarcastic pedantry
Somehow the evanescent present
Slips into the past
Metamorphosing into hopeful forgetfulness
Emulating past heros
Until our sense of self has disolved
Into erratic obfuscations and
A certain amount of identity crisis
Tell me again why the fuck I can't speak plainly
Blurring the edges of remembrance
Scintillating with sarcastic pedantry
Somehow the evanescent present
Slips into the past
Metamorphosing into hopeful forgetfulness
Emulating past heros
Until our sense of self has disolved
Into erratic obfuscations and
A certain amount of identity crisis
Tell me again why the fuck I can't speak plainly
581 reads
4 Comments
Death by orgasm
1160 reads
3 Comments
Feels scared
Pretending at cynicism to seem cool
A fraud; I know it's all too real
Sometimes I just want to hear the whispers
Agree, dissent
It's really all just cushion covers
Table cloths and lineaments
bed sheets won't stop the staining
But we can hide the evidence
And a band-aid for the bleeding
Won't slow the hemorrhaging of innocence
A quarter, two dimes, four pennies
I can't even buy a wish
Sometimes life has no meaning
This is all this is
A fraud; I know it's all too real
Sometimes I just want to hear the whispers
Agree, dissent
It's really all just cushion covers
Table cloths and lineaments
bed sheets won't stop the staining
But we can hide the evidence
And a band-aid for the bleeding
Won't slow the hemorrhaging of innocence
A quarter, two dimes, four pennies
I can't even buy a wish
Sometimes life has no meaning
This is all this is
645 reads
4 Comments
Disassociating
She screams her pain
Like a cluster-fuck of razor blade
Cuts reaching up her arms
She wraps her arms across
Her stomache and chest
Rocking and whimpering
No, no, no, no
Grabs fistfuls of hair
Pulling and whimpering
Scratching her face
Screams don't touch me
When I try to stop her
I do
All I can do is tell her
She's safe
And I love her
I repeat it over
And over
Then she comes back
To me
Says please hold me
I wrap my arms around her
Just holding her
I never expected this
Like a cluster-fuck of razor blade
Cuts reaching up her arms
She wraps her arms across
Her stomache and chest
Rocking and whimpering
No, no, no, no
Grabs fistfuls of hair
Pulling and whimpering
Scratching her face
Screams don't touch me
When I try to stop her
I do
All I can do is tell her
She's safe
And I love her
I repeat it over
And over
Then she comes back
To me
Says please hold me
I wrap my arms around her
Just holding her
I never expected this
662 reads
3 Comments
Richter scale
760 reads
1 Comment
Some sappy love shit
It's not as if
The words flowing through my mind
Or the caress
Of your porcelain skin
Can really express or compare
But the flutter of my stomache
The syncopation of my heartbeat
Or the smile that explodes
Across my face
Maybe they can give the start
A hint
A reminder of how I feel for you
And the sore muscles and scratch marks
Suggest that you might feel that way too
But it's not just the sex
Sometimes when I make you dinner
And we just talk
Enjoying ourselves and each other.
Isn't...
The words flowing through my mind
Or the caress
Of your porcelain skin
Can really express or compare
But the flutter of my stomache
The syncopation of my heartbeat
Or the smile that explodes
Across my face
Maybe they can give the start
A hint
A reminder of how I feel for you
And the sore muscles and scratch marks
Suggest that you might feel that way too
But it's not just the sex
Sometimes when I make you dinner
And we just talk
Enjoying ourselves and each other.
Isn't...
587 reads
3 Comments
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