Submissions by caxton
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Wait . . . Poetry? I thought this was a dating site!
I wish women would stop telling me they want to have my baby
I get it
I really do
You like me
Maybe you love me
But one or even two
Weeks is way to soon
To tell me you want
To have my progeny
Sure I'm nice to you
But fuck!
Can I really be
THAT nice to you
And her
Back then
Once was strange
But twice is just freaking me out
Maybe I should do what my friend said
Fuck women then tell them to
Leave and don't come back without pop-tarts
I really do
You like me
Maybe you love me
But one or even two
Weeks is way to soon
To tell me you want
To have my progeny
Sure I'm nice to you
But fuck!
Can I really be
THAT nice to you
And her
Back then
Once was strange
But twice is just freaking me out
Maybe I should do what my friend said
Fuck women then tell them to
Leave and don't come back without pop-tarts
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i saw a girl
I saw a girl running and thought
Wouldn’t it be nice to run?
I heard a girl laughing and thought
Wouldn’t it be nice to have some fun?
I saw a girl smiling and thought
I’d like to make her laugh.
I saw a girl running and
I was staring at her ass.
Wouldn’t it be nice to run?
I heard a girl laughing and thought
Wouldn’t it be nice to have some fun?
I saw a girl smiling and thought
I’d like to make her laugh.
I saw a girl running and
I was staring at her ass.
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something
i know you so well already
what's your name again
the truth is that i never stood a chance
it was the hair, the hair and the eyes
then there was you
immediate counterpoint to everything i've ever been
all i ever thought of love
it's ridiculous really
but i had thought that the only thing
i had to fear was fear itself
now i fear you
i fear having you
i fear losing you
you were the one who awoke me to
the bitterness and pain
the tenderness and love
what's your name again
the truth is that i never stood a chance
it was the hair, the hair and the eyes
then there was you
immediate counterpoint to everything i've ever been
all i ever thought of love
it's ridiculous really
but i had thought that the only thing
i had to fear was fear itself
now i fear you
i fear having you
i fear losing you
you were the one who awoke me to
the bitterness and pain
the tenderness and love
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check out the view!
sometimes i have strange thoughts
i don't know where they come from
or what they mean
i know it must mean something
but as of yet i have no idea what
for instance, every time i walk through
the city i find myself looking up at the bell
towers of the churches, and i wonder
if i was up there looking out of those stone windows
looking down what would i see?
would i like the way my life looks from a tower?
or would it seem mean and small?
would i seem happy, content, and kind?
would i want to be friends with me?
sometimes i...
i don't know where they come from
or what they mean
i know it must mean something
but as of yet i have no idea what
for instance, every time i walk through
the city i find myself looking up at the bell
towers of the churches, and i wonder
if i was up there looking out of those stone windows
looking down what would i see?
would i like the way my life looks from a tower?
or would it seem mean and small?
would i seem happy, content, and kind?
would i want to be friends with me?
sometimes i...
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when you walk into a room
Every time you walk into the room
My heart seems to beat
So quickly and so loudly
That I can’t help but fear
That everyone will know
My feelings for you
Every time you walk into the room
I feel my eyes pulled toward you
So strongly it might be magnetic
Surely much stronger than gravity
Because even while gravity holds me down
The sight of you lifts me up
Every time you walk into the room
I think of that dance we shared
One slow, marvelous dance
Dancing with you was so easy
It felt like breathing; simple and natural...
My heart seems to beat
So quickly and so loudly
That I can’t help but fear
That everyone will know
My feelings for you
Every time you walk into the room
I feel my eyes pulled toward you
So strongly it might be magnetic
Surely much stronger than gravity
Because even while gravity holds me down
The sight of you lifts me up
Every time you walk into the room
I think of that dance we shared
One slow, marvelous dance
Dancing with you was so easy
It felt like breathing; simple and natural...
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the problem with pretending
this semblance to a normal
restive life is really
all i could manage
the truth was much more fun
why didn't anyone tell me
that before i lived a lie?
the problem with pretending
is that if you do it for long
enough you start to believe it
yourself and lose all sense
of who you really are
my but words come at a rapid rate
try me again later
i'll be sure to have more to say
restive life is really
all i could manage
the truth was much more fun
why didn't anyone tell me
that before i lived a lie?
the problem with pretending
is that if you do it for long
enough you start to believe it
yourself and lose all sense
of who you really are
my but words come at a rapid rate
try me again later
i'll be sure to have more to say
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she
She stands alone at the top of the hill
Barefoot, the damp grass,
The slightly muddy earth squishes between her toes
The morning sun rises above the horizon.
She looks directly at it
It doesn’t hurt her eyes.
A breeze blows her hair behind her
In rippling waves, she stands firm against the wind.
At the bottom of the hill
Is a lake, set ablaze by the reflection of the Sun;
Orange, yellow, red, purple.
It looks like a tropical plant or insect
Or is it a poisonous snake?
She holds her head high.
She could stand against the...
Barefoot, the damp grass,
The slightly muddy earth squishes between her toes
The morning sun rises above the horizon.
She looks directly at it
It doesn’t hurt her eyes.
A breeze blows her hair behind her
In rippling waves, she stands firm against the wind.
At the bottom of the hill
Is a lake, set ablaze by the reflection of the Sun;
Orange, yellow, red, purple.
It looks like a tropical plant or insect
Or is it a poisonous snake?
She holds her head high.
She could stand against the...
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once
Once I knew so much more
About life, love
And the strange workings
Of the human mind.
I was much younger then
More sure of myself.
I saw the world in black and white
I knew the answers to all of life’s questions.
I saw the foolishness of unrequited love.
I scorned the love-struck.
I knew what I wanted in life and how to get it.
Once everything I knew was wrong.
I had all of the wrong answers,
Or all of the right answers
To all of the wrong questions.
Now I know none of the answers.
Now I see the world in grey.
I’ve been a...
About life, love
And the strange workings
Of the human mind.
I was much younger then
More sure of myself.
I saw the world in black and white
I knew the answers to all of life’s questions.
I saw the foolishness of unrequited love.
I scorned the love-struck.
I knew what I wanted in life and how to get it.
Once everything I knew was wrong.
I had all of the wrong answers,
Or all of the right answers
To all of the wrong questions.
Now I know none of the answers.
Now I see the world in grey.
I’ve been a...
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maybe if i was drunk
Maybe if
I
was drunk
I’d fuck
her,
she’s annoying,
but her tits
are inspired,
and her ass could
give a monk
a heart attack.
Yeah I could use
a good anger bang.
She’d make an
interesting partner.
Her unalloyed
innate
slut
cries out for
the pain.
My god I can't
stand her
as
a person.
I wish someone
would drop a fucking
house
on her already.
I
was drunk
I’d fuck
her,
she’s annoying,
but her tits
are inspired,
and her ass could
give a monk
a heart attack.
Yeah I could use
a good anger bang.
She’d make an
interesting partner.
Her unalloyed
innate
slut
cries out for
the pain.
My god I can't
stand her
as
a person.
I wish someone
would drop a fucking
house
on her already.
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poetry
people will tell me that poetry should be explicative
then they'll ask me what mine means.
i don't know why they get offended
when i tell them to shut the fuck up.
they're the ones trying to put my poems
in a box, labelled,tabbed, and color-coded.
what do my poems mean?
about the same as the warmth of her skin
under the blankets on a February night.
why does it have to mean anything?
then they'll ask me what mine means.
i don't know why they get offended
when i tell them to shut the fuck up.
they're the ones trying to put my poems
in a box, labelled,tabbed, and color-coded.
what do my poems mean?
about the same as the warmth of her skin
under the blankets on a February night.
why does it have to mean anything?
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Almost ready
The morning touch of her skin
Coffee
And she lets me in
Sitting on a sofa
Reading a girlish magazine
About how to attract a guy
I have to laugh
She says she's almost ready.
But I don't mind a wait
She's cluttered.
Shiny objects hoarded
Like a magpie making a new nest
After the winter dies and my migratory
Feathered friends return
To see what winter left them.
She walks into the room naked
Says why don't we stay in today
She tears my shirt off me
The burn of my skin alive
The touch of my hand...
Coffee
And she lets me in
Sitting on a sofa
Reading a girlish magazine
About how to attract a guy
I have to laugh
She says she's almost ready.
But I don't mind a wait
She's cluttered.
Shiny objects hoarded
Like a magpie making a new nest
After the winter dies and my migratory
Feathered friends return
To see what winter left them.
She walks into the room naked
Says why don't we stay in today
She tears my shirt off me
The burn of my skin alive
The touch of my hand...
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I could be her sunrise
She looks at me like
The Sun has burnt away
And all of the stars
Have fallen from the sky
The endless night
Cold, dark, and lonely
And I am the warm, soft
Flickering light of a candle
Or perhaps a firefly
Strange chemical glow
So she basks in my light
With wondering eyes
Adoration
Love
I could be her Sunrise.
The Sun has burnt away
And all of the stars
Have fallen from the sky
The endless night
Cold, dark, and lonely
And I am the warm, soft
Flickering light of a candle
Or perhaps a firefly
Strange chemical glow
So she basks in my light
With wondering eyes
Adoration
Love
I could be her Sunrise.
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