Submissions by caxton
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Wait . . . Poetry? I thought this was a dating site!
Write big
Do you remember writing
With words you didn’t understand?
Having touched lust
Assuming you know all that sex can encapsulate
Talking about the burning in your soul
When your soul didn’t even reach tepid
Until you were twenty-three
Feeling the fullness of emotions now,
I wonder what is still in store for me
Does it always grow? Or is this the limit?
I used to write bigger than I knew.
With words you didn’t understand?
Having touched lust
Assuming you know all that sex can encapsulate
Talking about the burning in your soul
When your soul didn’t even reach tepid
Until you were twenty-three
Feeling the fullness of emotions now,
I wonder what is still in store for me
Does it always grow? Or is this the limit?
I used to write bigger than I knew.
#love
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A foolish thing to steal
Who would ever steal a poem?
What could it avail them
To breath false life
Into the truth laid bare
How do you express yourself
Your truth; your hope and fears
When the point is to find and share yourself
Why be anyone else
We don’t do this for recognition
This isn’t Instagram
So what joy can be derived
From pretending at
Someone else’s divinity
What could it avail them
To breath false life
Into the truth laid bare
How do you express yourself
Your truth; your hope and fears
When the point is to find and share yourself
Why be anyone else
We don’t do this for recognition
This isn’t Instagram
So what joy can be derived
From pretending at
Someone else’s divinity
#WritingPoetry
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Becoming a statue
What if there weren’t words to say
Things you barely feel
A smudge on the edge of your perception
Uncertain, listless heart
What if you never experience
A dawning realization
Or feel the snap of unknown truth
Fall into place
What if you never see
The sun rise or set
On your ignorance
Or folly
What if you never grow
Change
Or evolve
What if you stay the same forever?
Things you barely feel
A smudge on the edge of your perception
Uncertain, listless heart
What if you never experience
A dawning realization
Or feel the snap of unknown truth
Fall into place
What if you never see
The sun rise or set
On your ignorance
Or folly
What if you never grow
Change
Or evolve
What if you stay the same forever?
#meditation
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There’s nothing as something as anything at all
Your lips were bleeding but you were laughing
Because something just happened
Dropping onto your breasts like a crimson mist
You’re not supposed to be bleeding
I guess I’m not supposed to be such a pussy
You bleed every month
But not there
Because something just happened
Dropping onto your breasts like a crimson mist
You’re not supposed to be bleeding
I guess I’m not supposed to be such a pussy
You bleed every month
But not there
#sex
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Dew
With the sunrise hiding
Just out of sight
Or offsite
(Everyone outsources these days)
A faint hum in my throat
As I, with your breast in my hand,
Wake to face a new day
Like a fucking year
Mostly I don’t want to get out of bed
It isn’t right to leave this
It’s only money
Just out of sight
Or offsite
(Everyone outsources these days)
A faint hum in my throat
As I, with your breast in my hand,
Wake to face a new day
Like a fucking year
Mostly I don’t want to get out of bed
It isn’t right to leave this
It’s only money
#sleep
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Hungry
For you
You’ve got me salivating
As I nibble, lick, and suck
Across your skin
Tasting your pleasure
Eating your joy
Breathing you in
I capture your scent
Draw out your ecstasy
Consume your mind
And your body
I devour you
You’ve got me salivating
As I nibble, lick, and suck
Across your skin
Tasting your pleasure
Eating your joy
Breathing you in
I capture your scent
Draw out your ecstasy
Consume your mind
And your body
I devour you
#sex
#orgasm
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Driving to Boston at 5 am
So I can be in a city before the businessmen take an early lunch.
The alcoholics haven’t yet stirred
And my patience won’t yet be tested.
But hours before my reason to be there
Still exploring a city can be nice in itself
The alcoholics haven’t yet stirred
And my patience won’t yet be tested.
But hours before my reason to be there
Still exploring a city can be nice in itself
#travel
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The unbearable weight of being the only one to recognize my own genius
Or maybe I’m not
#minimalist
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Inconsiderate
I’ve considered the possibility
that I’m wrong
I find it unlikely
that I’m wrong
I find it unlikely
#admiration
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Flotsam and jetsam
flood plains or words
sometimes i get them confused
they’re both seem so pointless
except when they're getting used
then oh look out it's so important
fuck you i live on a hill
but there i proved my point you're reading this
and don't you know that words can kill
why every war that was every fought
started with some fucking speech
rile them up, derive is from ought
that's what the history books teach
then i sat down wrote a poem gave it to you
now i'm done. fuck! now what the fuck to do?
sometimes i get them confused
they’re both seem so pointless
except when they're getting used
then oh look out it's so important
fuck you i live on a hill
but there i proved my point you're reading this
and don't you know that words can kill
why every war that was every fought
started with some fucking speech
rile them up, derive is from ought
that's what the history books teach
then i sat down wrote a poem gave it to you
now i'm done. fuck! now what the fuck to do?
#WritingPoetry
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Breast Western
If Georgia O’Keefe
Had taken a look at these
I don’t thinks it’s flowers
She would have painted
Your soft pillowed chest
Where I lay my head to rest
A place to hold on
When our desires are sated
Had taken a look at these
I don’t thinks it’s flowers
She would have painted
Your soft pillowed chest
Where I lay my head to rest
A place to hold on
When our desires are sated
#WritingPoetry
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Food and death
As my grandmother lay on her hospice bed in the living room
Next to the dining room where we always had thanksgiving
My great aunt Nancy brought these wonderful eclairs into the kitchen.
All of the great aunts brought food into the kitchen
A solemn gathering of food
A dark mirror of every family gathering
We were all there
We all brought food
But no one was laughing
And we weren’t having a good time.
It’s not easy to watch someone die before you, slowly.
Next to the dining room where we always had thanksgiving
My great aunt Nancy brought these wonderful eclairs into the kitchen.
All of the great aunts brought food into the kitchen
A solemn gathering of food
A dark mirror of every family gathering
We were all there
We all brought food
But no one was laughing
And we weren’t having a good time.
It’s not easy to watch someone die before you, slowly.
#death
#food
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