Cali Loria

Joined June 2021

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Over punctuating, under delivering.

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Sunlight Doesn't Think Twice
This personal pantropy a parasol for my parasympathetic nervous system the sunlight doesn't think twice before it
By Cali Loria8 months ago in Poets
Emoji Protocol
I: UPLOADING Jules Francis woke one morning to find he could not feel his legs. On further inspection, his body seemed to have disappeared.
By Cali Loria8 months ago in Fiction
Graded on a Curve
Baby sitter milk maid mother made monster. Man made mistakes every time I let you touch me. I prove I’ll never
By Cali Loria8 months ago in Poets
107 words for God
When I was a child I prayed first to God then to the Lord then to my own head confused by what the names meant and not quite certain
By Cali Loria8 months ago in Poets
Gaslight Anthem
I would offer you tea, except it would burn the tongue you Needlessly lash my way when I'm Sure, sexy, slumping, slurping on my sorrys
By Cali Loria9 months ago in Poets
To all the girls who couldn't hang. Runner-Up in Tattoo This Line Challenge.
From dial tones to dial up that screen name meant to click bait trap we daughters of the 90's sexualized with American
By Cali Loria9 months ago in Poets
Memento Mori
Above the repose vultures pray. Flight feathers fall in funeral shroud. Saint Francis
By Cali Loriaabout a year ago in Poets
Sensational: (of an account or a publication) presenting information intending to provoke public interest and excitement at the expense of accuracy.
Sight: pull the wool over one's eyes 1) In darkness, you swept me, through scratchy holes I saw, a piecemeal sight; I grew too full, too fast, so you must shear me, cut like a caul, the casualty is being clothed but naked, still.
By Cali Loriaabout a year ago in Poets
If I Were a Poet-Tree, I’d be a Weeping Willow
Sister said, “You’re nothing but a man-eater” and I chewed on that long and hard cause diets are a girl’s best friend
By Cali Loriaabout a year ago in Poets
Waiting for the Recourse While I Consume Four Courses
Today I sat head of the table lunching on some conversation par for the porridge I was goldilocksing my motivation
By Cali Loriaabout a year ago in Poets
Warning: This Poem is not Meant to be Read, but Consumed. Top Story - September 2024.
This poem is about food and sex and drugs or: all the things I would become addicted to if I had time and money You feed me in French
By Cali Loriaabout a year ago in Poets
Cuspids
Your bark was the bait. All you have said a lie to cloak your intentions: heroic speech, your tight leash to keep your bitch at bay.
By Cali Loria2 years ago in Poets