Submissions by caxton
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2017 7:58pm
15th Dec 2017 7:58pm
Interlude
Look at how violently
The wind-driven waves
Crash into the shore
Much as the passing years
Wear down the soul
Try to keep our heads
Above the frigid waves
But they keep lapping
And laughing
And slapping our face
Yet from the dreary clouds
The sun peeks out
Giving us hope
For better days
The wind-driven waves
Crash into the shore
Much as the passing years
Wear down the soul
Try to keep our heads
Above the frigid waves
But they keep lapping
And laughing
And slapping our face
Yet from the dreary clouds
The sun peeks out
Giving us hope
For better days
#PopCulture
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Dec 2017 6:06pm
13th Dec 2017 6:06pm
Let's go to Paris
I want to take you to Paris
We'll spend a week at the Louvre
Wander the Musée d'Orsay
Or the Musée Rodin
We can sit in a café on the Seine
You my personal sommelier
And watch as the Eiffel Tower
Sparkles in the summer sky
Or we can go to that museum
In Boston
Where they hang the empty spaces
In mournful remembrance
Of those stolen paintings
We'll sneak in at night
and hang one of yours.
We'll spend a week at the Louvre
Wander the Musée d'Orsay
Or the Musée Rodin
We can sit in a café on the Seine
You my personal sommelier
And watch as the Eiffel Tower
Sparkles in the summer sky
Or we can go to that museum
In Boston
Where they hang the empty spaces
In mournful remembrance
Of those stolen paintings
We'll sneak in at night
and hang one of yours.
#courage
#environment
#holiday
#confessional
#travel
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Apr 2017 11:50pm
12th Apr 2017 11:50pm
Look at your face
It's like my life is a waste of space and my time
And it wouldn't be better if you were mine
A torn out page and a photograph
Was that the last time that we laughed
And they were singing, that I should have put a ring on it
But I was too busy falling down, falling apart
And I guess I never learned a thing from it
Was it meant to be this way from the start
I just want to feel alive
I want to go outside and look up at the sun
And wonder what it is im supposed to be
God, I just want to be free
I've spent years getting...
And it wouldn't be better if you were mine
A torn out page and a photograph
Was that the last time that we laughed
And they were singing, that I should have put a ring on it
But I was too busy falling down, falling apart
And I guess I never learned a thing from it
Was it meant to be this way from the start
I just want to feel alive
I want to go outside and look up at the sun
And wonder what it is im supposed to be
God, I just want to be free
I've spent years getting...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Aug 2016 2:45am
16th Aug 2016 2:45am
Let's pretend
Can we for just one moment pretend
That we already know each other;
That we have been through the small talk,
Kissed, and fucked? So that now we can move on to the part where interesting and meaningful conversation happens?
And the sex is good. Can we pretend that we aren't awkward?
Can I even pass for normal?
That we already know each other;
That we have been through the small talk,
Kissed, and fucked? So that now we can move on to the part where interesting and meaningful conversation happens?
And the sex is good. Can we pretend that we aren't awkward?
Can I even pass for normal?
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EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Jul 2016 2:07am
29th Jul 2016 2:07am
Hill
I kissed a girl
On my birthday
I did not love her
We had sex on top of a hill
between two schools
As close as you can get to God
In that town.
In two ways.
Appearantly there were kids playing basketball at the bottom of the hill
But with my pants off
And her pants off
I'm sure I did not notice
She told me later
The way her head was arched back
Maybe she made eye contact
But I had fun on my birthday
On my birthday
I did not love her
We had sex on top of a hill
between two schools
As close as you can get to God
In that town.
In two ways.
Appearantly there were kids playing basketball at the bottom of the hill
But with my pants off
And her pants off
I'm sure I did not notice
She told me later
The way her head was arched back
Maybe she made eye contact
But I had fun on my birthday
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Jul 2016 1:53am
29th Jul 2016 1:53am
Caxton: professional
Can you imagine Caxton
As an accountant?
How do you irreverently audit a corporation?
How cheeky can a CPA be?
What kind of word play could
Caxton play as a CPA?
Or a CFE?
Caxton, holder of MBA!
I can't image surviving unscathed.
As an accountant?
How do you irreverently audit a corporation?
How cheeky can a CPA be?
What kind of word play could
Caxton play as a CPA?
Or a CFE?
Caxton, holder of MBA!
I can't image surviving unscathed.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jul 2016 5:51pm
15th Jul 2016 5:51pm
Do you think penile is like a peninsula in danger of becoming an isle?
I'm thinking of putting in
An application
To make my dick
A UNESCO World Heritage Site.
If you haven't see it yet, you'll want to.
An application
To make my dick
A UNESCO World Heritage Site.
If you haven't see it yet, you'll want to.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jul 2016 11:22pm
12th Jul 2016 11:22pm
My Favorite Shadow
somewhere in the cathartic dystopian
somnambulism that seems to be
all that my life has devolved into
I contemplate a sunny day I had once
where everywhere I went
I had a shadow
on beaches and in parks
outdoor concerts and lunch on the street front
patio of the restaurant
now that the sky Is cloudy and full of rain
I find that I miss my shadow
my shadow that held my hand and heart
and kissed my lips
she was always my favorite shadow
somnambulism that seems to be
all that my life has devolved into
I contemplate a sunny day I had once
where everywhere I went
I had a shadow
on beaches and in parks
outdoor concerts and lunch on the street front
patio of the restaurant
now that the sky Is cloudy and full of rain
I find that I miss my shadow
my shadow that held my hand and heart
and kissed my lips
she was always my favorite shadow
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Jul 2016 11:20pm
12th Jul 2016 11:20pm
On February Nights
here in the chilly evening
as the setting sun
sets fire to a tableau
of frozen sky and rippling waves
I take your hand in mine
we go inside
as I undress you
my eyes dance across your skin
a prelude to fingertips and lips
your lips and mine
meet and part
repeat and again
tasting tenderness
excitement keeping somnolence at bay
the smell of your hair
as you whimper in my ear
an invitation
a demand
as endorphins course through our veins
need and desire
lust and maybe love
but...
as the setting sun
sets fire to a tableau
of frozen sky and rippling waves
I take your hand in mine
we go inside
as I undress you
my eyes dance across your skin
a prelude to fingertips and lips
your lips and mine
meet and part
repeat and again
tasting tenderness
excitement keeping somnolence at bay
the smell of your hair
as you whimper in my ear
an invitation
a demand
as endorphins course through our veins
need and desire
lust and maybe love
but...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 9:51pm
10th Jul 2016 9:51pm
So Maybe I'm Not Such A Nice Guy...
i used to be so sure that i was a good person
i conformed to peoples expectations and
tried to never ruffle a feather
then i realized that i was faking
and my behavior was an act
truthfully i was manipulating
i would be nice so that people would like me
i never expressed my truth if i thought that it would hurt
my carefully cultivated image
i tried to change and speak my truth
become my authentic self
and i did pretty well
but somehow i held on to the conviction
that i was what i would call a good person
what ever...
i conformed to peoples expectations and
tried to never ruffle a feather
then i realized that i was faking
and my behavior was an act
truthfully i was manipulating
i would be nice so that people would like me
i never expressed my truth if i thought that it would hurt
my carefully cultivated image
i tried to change and speak my truth
become my authentic self
and i did pretty well
but somehow i held on to the conviction
that i was what i would call a good person
what ever...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jul 2016 8:50pm
10th Jul 2016 8:50pm
here
I only exist here
everywhere else I'm someone else
but here I can be the darkest
the lightest
and the truest
of any of my selves
I can weep my pain
crow my joy
express my lust
and love
and hate
I can explore who it is
that I can be
who I hope to be
and who I fear to be
I make friends that I never have
and never will meet
here I can create
where everywhere else
I see destruction
sometimes I leave
but I can always come back
everywhere else I'm someone else
but here I can be the darkest
the lightest
and the truest
of any of my selves
I can weep my pain
crow my joy
express my lust
and love
and hate
I can explore who it is
that I can be
who I hope to be
and who I fear to be
I make friends that I never have
and never will meet
here I can create
where everywhere else
I see destruction
sometimes I leave
but I can always come back
681 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2016 9:29pm
3rd Mar 2016 9:29pm
sadly
like sad similes, we clutter and clog
our hearts with discordant verbiage
making mountains of molehills
and other silly things
the problem is that there is really only one thing
and all of that other shit, like clothes for kittens, are really just exercises in futility
there is no more meaning
so, despairing, some want to burn it all down
and others seek after a higher truth
but life begets life, that's all there is
and sex is the only way to live forever
so artisanal dentistry, materialism, and political discourse ...
our hearts with discordant verbiage
making mountains of molehills
and other silly things
the problem is that there is really only one thing
and all of that other shit, like clothes for kittens, are really just exercises in futility
there is no more meaning
so, despairing, some want to burn it all down
and others seek after a higher truth
but life begets life, that's all there is
and sex is the only way to live forever
so artisanal dentistry, materialism, and political discourse ...
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