Submissions by 3ampoems (Celine Belli)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writer, Sound Engineer, Musician, Artist, Lover.
SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2017 5:17pm
13th Aug 2017 5:17pm
when hope starts to sing along to your pain
oh how i tremble
oh how i tremble when i see my own familiar face
in the distance and i still find it hard to just grab hold
to just grab hold and reach for it.
i am standing at the cliff edge,
one that is big enough for
all the rest
this same cliff i once congratulated as a child for eating whole
snow white's queen
this is the cliff edge
the one with the strongest earth
because it can hold the masses at the tip of its finger
i never wanted to be here
but i'm here.
i'm here paying dull ache for...
oh how i tremble when i see my own familiar face
in the distance and i still find it hard to just grab hold
to just grab hold and reach for it.
i am standing at the cliff edge,
one that is big enough for
all the rest
this same cliff i once congratulated as a child for eating whole
snow white's queen
this is the cliff edge
the one with the strongest earth
because it can hold the masses at the tip of its finger
i never wanted to be here
but i'm here.
i'm here paying dull ache for...
701 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Oct 2016 7:50am
14th Oct 2016 7:50am
to keep time
never forget.
the gasp you have gasped
every day since the first,
is because you choose every second
to have lived the myriad of colours that
greeted like the wink of a handsome dawn
all-encompassing and ever-growing;
these colours, you could only see
in the dreams you kept
and in death, chose you to
choose this exact reason
to invert fate and live
- entirely.
never forget.
that in your lifetime
the skies carry on into your windows to
bring you the limitless flight
within the cracks on the wall that
divides time and...
the gasp you have gasped
every day since the first,
is because you choose every second
to have lived the myriad of colours that
greeted like the wink of a handsome dawn
all-encompassing and ever-growing;
these colours, you could only see
in the dreams you kept
and in death, chose you to
choose this exact reason
to invert fate and live
- entirely.
never forget.
that in your lifetime
the skies carry on into your windows to
bring you the limitless flight
within the cracks on the wall that
divides time and...
662 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2016 3:48am
26th May 2016 3:48am
the channels they switch off
the phone doesn't ring because i matter today.
the colours don't match from my skin to my shoes;
i am an unwashed palette
murky and lacking form.
my words taste sharp and sound rusty today.
i forget to place my pain into the melodies
that stretch over guitar strings
it begins to seep out in my godforsaken
muttering echoing the demise of an eighty year old woman
who has forgotten her place in the world.
it begins to seep out in the dull of rushed smiles
in the strain of my left shoulder
under the words that remind me day in day...
the colours don't match from my skin to my shoes;
i am an unwashed palette
murky and lacking form.
my words taste sharp and sound rusty today.
i forget to place my pain into the melodies
that stretch over guitar strings
it begins to seep out in my godforsaken
muttering echoing the demise of an eighty year old woman
who has forgotten her place in the world.
it begins to seep out in the dull of rushed smiles
in the strain of my left shoulder
under the words that remind me day in day...
727 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Mar 2016 11:46pm
15th Mar 2016 11:46pm
the bowing rain
these days are withered and damp
like the dying grass of Northern winters
drowned under the swollen earth
these groundbreaking waters don’t belong here
but they keep falling, falling, falling out of place
piercing into our skin through our pores nerves bones
freezing acid
reminding us that pain will force us
to seek shelter within ourselves.
this dawning year
dormant and unlived
is only just awakening, now
at the grovel of our patience
where the days have held
the depths of paralysing sleep.
but we shed light
in the...
like the dying grass of Northern winters
drowned under the swollen earth
these groundbreaking waters don’t belong here
but they keep falling, falling, falling out of place
piercing into our skin through our pores nerves bones
freezing acid
reminding us that pain will force us
to seek shelter within ourselves.
this dawning year
dormant and unlived
is only just awakening, now
at the grovel of our patience
where the days have held
the depths of paralysing sleep.
but we shed light
in the...
742 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2015 1:58am
2nd Dec 2015 1:58am
fire in the sky
our grip is firm and unshaking
bearing familiar life,
like the roots that dig far beneath
the tundra of the earth,
searching through dark clumps of dirt
for permanent life matter
that will allow for the growth of the
strongest,
most upright tree.
your worn eyes, burning ever so bright
like fire in the sky,
they reach into me with such
strength,
and a purity so delicate even
Evil will not comprehend it enough
to pull it down from you.
i see my other self when i look in,
and i understand every unspoken word ...
bearing familiar life,
like the roots that dig far beneath
the tundra of the earth,
searching through dark clumps of dirt
for permanent life matter
that will allow for the growth of the
strongest,
most upright tree.
your worn eyes, burning ever so bright
like fire in the sky,
they reach into me with such
strength,
and a purity so delicate even
Evil will not comprehend it enough
to pull it down from you.
i see my other self when i look in,
and i understand every unspoken word ...
622 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Nov 2015 2:27am
19th Nov 2015 2:27am
these words
these words are meant to hit dead centre
these words are meant to show how ugly you are
when the sun sets into the death of your eyes
and you no longer shine
no longer have that mask everyone has grown to love
including yourself.
these words are meant to be answers
but these words don’t fucking exist
these words do not wash the tip of tongues
these words are what asphyxiate and suffocate a soul that continuously
tries to live.
these words rip your hair out.
these words pull at your ribs
causing you anxiety and nervous...
these words are meant to show how ugly you are
when the sun sets into the death of your eyes
and you no longer shine
no longer have that mask everyone has grown to love
including yourself.
these words are meant to be answers
but these words don’t fucking exist
these words do not wash the tip of tongues
these words are what asphyxiate and suffocate a soul that continuously
tries to live.
these words rip your hair out.
these words pull at your ribs
causing you anxiety and nervous...
655 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Oct 2015 8:29am
15th Oct 2015 8:29am
to live, is the biggest breath of fresh air
the mountains move in the distance.
slanting over these trench lines,
arched and sculpted through the
wars raged over barren lands. these
front lines hold no army, but allow
the breeze of my fingertips
to raise the earth from the silence of forgotten
and over trodden senses.
there were wars fought, lost and won
across this battlefield of a being
now making peace in the breaths of aftermaths;
blood that spills can only dry,
and so it does, giving way
for new soil, to dig through for sunlight.
this land will no longer be barren....
slanting over these trench lines,
arched and sculpted through the
wars raged over barren lands. these
front lines hold no army, but allow
the breeze of my fingertips
to raise the earth from the silence of forgotten
and over trodden senses.
there were wars fought, lost and won
across this battlefield of a being
now making peace in the breaths of aftermaths;
blood that spills can only dry,
and so it does, giving way
for new soil, to dig through for sunlight.
this land will no longer be barren....
636 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2015 1:23am
26th Sep 2015 1:23am
where gravity fails
the smoke rises.
i am here again, staring at what time has left me.
the dusk is heavy, falling like ash in the wind
from a sky that hangs like broken fences
and wet clothing.
the monochrome folds have lifted
giving way to the colours of a mindscape
that echoes through the plains of what is
long barren and forgotten
all eyes are on me like
needles piercing my nerves
and the angels hide their faces
as their hymns burn to the ground
like the work of terrorists that live in mirrors
this is an unforgiving world
spitting delicate...
i am here again, staring at what time has left me.
the dusk is heavy, falling like ash in the wind
from a sky that hangs like broken fences
and wet clothing.
the monochrome folds have lifted
giving way to the colours of a mindscape
that echoes through the plains of what is
long barren and forgotten
all eyes are on me like
needles piercing my nerves
and the angels hide their faces
as their hymns burn to the ground
like the work of terrorists that live in mirrors
this is an unforgiving world
spitting delicate...
807 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2015 4:42pm
23rd Sep 2015 4:42pm
this blessed curse
i reuse this weight of bleeding carpets
trays and trays of distractions parallel to one another
the truth lies under their breaths
kissed out and sucked into the core of me
i hide in corners forgetting my existence
focusing on my eternal lineage
to let it all out
to let it all out.
black shards of hate
staining my lungs until i
stagger my breath and fall out of line
i close my eyes
turning inside out to
shed some skin from within
draining my veins and rinsing them clean
because being reborn every day
is no easy task
when...
trays and trays of distractions parallel to one another
the truth lies under their breaths
kissed out and sucked into the core of me
i hide in corners forgetting my existence
focusing on my eternal lineage
to let it all out
to let it all out.
black shards of hate
staining my lungs until i
stagger my breath and fall out of line
i close my eyes
turning inside out to
shed some skin from within
draining my veins and rinsing them clean
because being reborn every day
is no easy task
when...
632 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2015 4:41pm
23rd Sep 2015 4:41pm
seeds
these winds have blown
too long for its wear,
i create energy within each vowel
each consonant, each idea
that hang like ripe apples off a tree
ready to be picked.
certain emotions can stagger,
can shake your entirety,
and these are the emotions we learn from,
these are our mentors
when we face the worst alone.
there are no more seeds to plant
on this patch of trodden, dug up,
ripped apart wasteland,
where everything will have an end,
because death is the biggest certainty
of this uncertain life.
this is a...
too long for its wear,
i create energy within each vowel
each consonant, each idea
that hang like ripe apples off a tree
ready to be picked.
certain emotions can stagger,
can shake your entirety,
and these are the emotions we learn from,
these are our mentors
when we face the worst alone.
there are no more seeds to plant
on this patch of trodden, dug up,
ripped apart wasteland,
where everything will have an end,
because death is the biggest certainty
of this uncertain life.
this is a...
679 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th Sep 2015 8:09am
17th Sep 2015 8:09am
dancing shadows
shock therapy, brandished
like an angry blade
over love
the blinding shine of sharp edges
caught in the burn of the sun.
there are strangers, dancing on glass
before me,
every step closer shatters beneath their feet
in a disarray of forbidden colours
for my timely visual feast.
i see it all when i step back
for a clearer view; my schizophrenic
conversations play back like old films,
my inability to breathe when the tides of hostility
rises over the shore of my calm.
these visions, they leave me stranded on
the barren...
like an angry blade
over love
the blinding shine of sharp edges
caught in the burn of the sun.
there are strangers, dancing on glass
before me,
every step closer shatters beneath their feet
in a disarray of forbidden colours
for my timely visual feast.
i see it all when i step back
for a clearer view; my schizophrenic
conversations play back like old films,
my inability to breathe when the tides of hostility
rises over the shore of my calm.
these visions, they leave me stranded on
the barren...
724 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
17th Sep 2015 6:41am
17th Sep 2015 6:41am
rats, bloody rats
these scurrying bastards,
foraging deep inside the guts of my mind
where the pillars still stand strong in their places
whilst their marble tiles crumble,
stripping the surfaces and unveiling underlying structures
that built this mind fortress.
this is where the weak lay to rest
in silent wonderment
and lies find themselves tucked into the cracks on the wall.
this is no safe haven
this is no hiding place
merely a temporary refuge
where you either accept that the world is deteriorating around you
or carry on lying to your sweet,...
foraging deep inside the guts of my mind
where the pillars still stand strong in their places
whilst their marble tiles crumble,
stripping the surfaces and unveiling underlying structures
that built this mind fortress.
this is where the weak lay to rest
in silent wonderment
and lies find themselves tucked into the cracks on the wall.
this is no safe haven
this is no hiding place
merely a temporary refuge
where you either accept that the world is deteriorating around you
or carry on lying to your sweet,...
748 reads
2 Comments
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