Submissions by caxton
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Wait . . . Poetry? I thought this was a dating site!
I'm hungry
I take a
Touch
And feel the scent
Of you
Wash over me
Sublimated
Discontent wafts
On the breeze of
Distilled intolerance
I tolerate it
Disproportionately few
Of the people i care
About have the heart
To feel alive
They simper
Their sadness simmering
I'm a raging boil
From the heat
of your flame
Distorted imaginings
Of a populace's
Fear
Pretend it doesn't bother
You
I believe it does
Touch
And feel the scent
Of you
Wash over me
Sublimated
Discontent wafts
On the breeze of
Distilled intolerance
I tolerate it
Disproportionately few
Of the people i care
About have the heart
To feel alive
They simper
Their sadness simmering
I'm a raging boil
From the heat
of your flame
Distorted imaginings
Of a populace's
Fear
Pretend it doesn't bother
You
I believe it does
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hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia
there are
so many things
to be afraid of today
spiders
heights
water
the number thirteen
but i think perhaps
the cruelest phobia
out there
at least in an
ironic sense
is the fear
of long
words
any other
phobia
if someone asks
what you have you
can tell them
Arachnophobia,
aquaphobia,
Acrophobia,
Triskaidekaphobia,
or Arachibutyrophobia
which is the
Fear of peanut
butter sticking
to the roof
of the mouth
but if you are
afraid of long words
the very...
so many things
to be afraid of today
spiders
heights
water
the number thirteen
but i think perhaps
the cruelest phobia
out there
at least in an
ironic sense
is the fear
of long
words
any other
phobia
if someone asks
what you have you
can tell them
Arachnophobia,
aquaphobia,
Acrophobia,
Triskaidekaphobia,
or Arachibutyrophobia
which is the
Fear of peanut
butter sticking
to the roof
of the mouth
but if you are
afraid of long words
the very...
634 reads
2 Comments
hips
I love to watch the sway
Rhythmic, melodic, mesmerizing, magical
Like the wash of the waves on the shore
With every step it draws me in
With every step it lets me out
I am entranced by this pendulum
Which measures space not time
With languid, fluid motions it sets my heart astir
Taunting, tender, thoughtless, whimsical.
It lulls me with its sense of ease.
Rhythmic, melodic, mesmerizing, magical
Like the wash of the waves on the shore
With every step it draws me in
With every step it lets me out
I am entranced by this pendulum
Which measures space not time
With languid, fluid motions it sets my heart astir
Taunting, tender, thoughtless, whimsical.
It lulls me with its sense of ease.
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3 Comments
shitty
Everything i write is shit
Platitudes don't help
I don't know why
Platitudes don't help
I don't know why
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1 Comment
the lost and found
People would say
such bizarre things to me
Like hello or how are you today
Sometimes i think everyone
Has lost their mind
Luckily i know where
the lost and found is
But it doesn't help me
My missing sock isn't there
I guess I'll just walk to the store
And get another pair
I like to flirt with
the sales associates
Anyway
Then they'll say something
Like "have a nice day"
I swear these people are cracked
such bizarre things to me
Like hello or how are you today
Sometimes i think everyone
Has lost their mind
Luckily i know where
the lost and found is
But it doesn't help me
My missing sock isn't there
I guess I'll just walk to the store
And get another pair
I like to flirt with
the sales associates
Anyway
Then they'll say something
Like "have a nice day"
I swear these people are cracked
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1 Comment
logorrhea or some shit
a delightful collab with the redoubtable anna_grin
the words were flowing out of his mouth
like refuse sliding into the dump
piling higher the sound and smell too much
every word was a lie
pain, a bleeding fuck
of hatred
he'd shit on gold and call it an improvement
cashconverters are like family to me
stop me at the door
aint got shit to sell, keep tryin anyway
and blurring the street edges are the homeless
sleepin on money
and maybe the bitch next door
should shut her fuckin mouth about the grass
the couple next...
the words were flowing out of his mouth
like refuse sliding into the dump
piling higher the sound and smell too much
every word was a lie
pain, a bleeding fuck
of hatred
he'd shit on gold and call it an improvement
cashconverters are like family to me
stop me at the door
aint got shit to sell, keep tryin anyway
and blurring the street edges are the homeless
sleepin on money
and maybe the bitch next door
should shut her fuckin mouth about the grass
the couple next...
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0 Comments
the advantages of mass graves
they say that he who seeks revenge should dig two graves, but i say is two really enough? keep going! mass graves are so much more fun anyway. let's just look at all of the advantages to a mass grave. they save space 900 square feet for 1000. do you know how much space it takes to bury 1000 people in a cemetery? try it some time. further more it's cost effective. one memorial plaque, shrine or what have you as compared to all of the grave stones. it's quick and finally it's friendly. yes, you get to hang out with all of your dead friends for eternity. none of that horrible...
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2 Comments
come on over
come on over
tonight
after work
i trimmed my
fingernails
the other day
and the chef
has prepared
a special menu
for tonight
we'll start
with a bottle
of champagne
move on to
the finger food
we're serving
a lovely
cock sandwich
with a side of
mammal sauce
and for dessert
we have a labia
split sunday
topped with
whipped cream
and a caramel sauce
after the meal
the real fun begins
tonight
after work
i trimmed my
fingernails
the other day
and the chef
has prepared
a special menu
for tonight
we'll start
with a bottle
of champagne
move on to
the finger food
we're serving
a lovely
cock sandwich
with a side of
mammal sauce
and for dessert
we have a labia
split sunday
topped with
whipped cream
and a caramel sauce
after the meal
the real fun begins
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3 Comments
wines and lines
the Sancerre was
at least sincere
but french wines
always tasted
best when i
could share
them with
a beautiful girl
and she didn't
have to be
that beautiful
just willing to
get tipsy and
naked
but what do i know?
and who the fuck
are you to judge?
at least sincere
but french wines
always tasted
best when i
could share
them with
a beautiful girl
and she didn't
have to be
that beautiful
just willing to
get tipsy and
naked
but what do i know?
and who the fuck
are you to judge?
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5 Comments
i'd f**k your poems
I want to fuck your poems
You know what I'm talking about
You write sexiness, pain and lust
You lather on the innuendo,
the slut in me agrees.
You stand naked
for everyone to see.
I stand here wanting you,
and want you to want me.
we could never
collaborate on erotica.
I'm sure I would try
out something new
you told me about, and die
terribly in a tragically
amazing
autoeroticasphyxic orgasm.
And we'll never meet
because the consequences
would be disastrous.
I mean really, I
don't...
You know what I'm talking about
You write sexiness, pain and lust
You lather on the innuendo,
the slut in me agrees.
You stand naked
for everyone to see.
I stand here wanting you,
and want you to want me.
we could never
collaborate on erotica.
I'm sure I would try
out something new
you told me about, and die
terribly in a tragically
amazing
autoeroticasphyxic orgasm.
And we'll never meet
because the consequences
would be disastrous.
I mean really, I
don't...
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5 Comments
it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
if i could fuck the whole
you say i put in your heart
i would probably try
all i ever wanted from you was sex
the truth is a burden
i never would have placed on you
naively i thought i could hide
from you the fact that i never
cared about you at all
sex is the god i worship
sex is the one i pray to
and the answer to my prayers?
sex
there is no reason
why i should paint my
motives in a color
they never held
generosity
is for the weak
pain begets pain
your need for love
broke your heart not me
you say i put in your heart
i would probably try
all i ever wanted from you was sex
the truth is a burden
i never would have placed on you
naively i thought i could hide
from you the fact that i never
cared about you at all
sex is the god i worship
sex is the one i pray to
and the answer to my prayers?
sex
there is no reason
why i should paint my
motives in a color
they never held
generosity
is for the weak
pain begets pain
your need for love
broke your heart not me
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2 Comments
a thought in four parts
I look for you in the morning light.
I look for you when I wake up
I used to know what I was looking for.
I used to know that I loved you
once there were people
looking at me like I look at you
once a girl smiled at me
and I smiled back
I think of you as an angel
I think the world is laughing at us.
People try to tell us things.
They try to tell us that there
is no life that the world hasn’t seen yet
there is no love that I haven’t felt.
The works of the poets fuel the fires of the cold and hungry.
There is no hope for...
I look for you when I wake up
I used to know what I was looking for.
I used to know that I loved you
once there were people
looking at me like I look at you
once a girl smiled at me
and I smiled back
I think of you as an angel
I think the world is laughing at us.
People try to tell us things.
They try to tell us that there
is no life that the world hasn’t seen yet
there is no love that I haven’t felt.
The works of the poets fuel the fires of the cold and hungry.
There is no hope for...
544 reads
2 Comments
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