Submissions by 3ampoems (Celine Belli)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writer, Sound Engineer, Musician, Artist, Lover.
DARK POEM
Published
31st Aug 2015 7:57pm
31st Aug 2015 7:57pm
noises
sometimes i am sick of talking to you
and you and you and him and her and them and us.
there is a language that lives within silence
communicating so much more
as it takes the wheel and steers me in directions
i cannot find on the tip of my tongue.
i can feel it in the distance
growing and breathing in the corner
where i place unwanted objects
under the blindspots and shadows
it is watching my every move
in sheer mockery.
waiting.
it is waiting for the moment i do not need it most
to plunge back into my life
foraging...
and you and you and him and her and them and us.
there is a language that lives within silence
communicating so much more
as it takes the wheel and steers me in directions
i cannot find on the tip of my tongue.
i can feel it in the distance
growing and breathing in the corner
where i place unwanted objects
under the blindspots and shadows
it is watching my every move
in sheer mockery.
waiting.
it is waiting for the moment i do not need it most
to plunge back into my life
foraging...
963 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
10th Aug 2015 4:33am
10th Aug 2015 4:33am
forge
these lips
bitten and bloodied
from frustration
hold the words of ache
that leave my mouth dry
coloured in wine as they
bracket over cigarettes
suffocating pleasure
moving silently
screaming words
cutting through my mind
these arms these legs
scarred and tired
from the tugging
the pushing and pulling and prying away
of everything trying to crush inwards
like the dark that
curtains keep in
loud and forceful
these thoughts
rape my mind
feeding my own poison
to the worst of my...
bitten and bloodied
from frustration
hold the words of ache
that leave my mouth dry
coloured in wine as they
bracket over cigarettes
suffocating pleasure
moving silently
screaming words
cutting through my mind
these arms these legs
scarred and tired
from the tugging
the pushing and pulling and prying away
of everything trying to crush inwards
like the dark that
curtains keep in
loud and forceful
these thoughts
rape my mind
feeding my own poison
to the worst of my...
742 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 6:11pm
23rd Jul 2015 6:11pm
"seems like a relapse", she said
my guts churn like they want out.
it would be such a sight
to sever every limb from bone
and pull it all out for a better look.
perhaps then i can find out the colour
of my mind, for there is clearly poison
seeping through it and i would like to
get to know this little sneak a little more.
my blood curdles,
i gag.
i am sick at the sight of
this colourful spirit, fooling itself
with its flight, though it will always only be
three feet above ground,
chained at its ankle to its
black, black alter ego,
lying face...
it would be such a sight
to sever every limb from bone
and pull it all out for a better look.
perhaps then i can find out the colour
of my mind, for there is clearly poison
seeping through it and i would like to
get to know this little sneak a little more.
my blood curdles,
i gag.
i am sick at the sight of
this colourful spirit, fooling itself
with its flight, though it will always only be
three feet above ground,
chained at its ankle to its
black, black alter ego,
lying face...
677 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2015 6:03pm
23rd Jul 2015 6:03pm
waiting for dust to settle
i catch myself staring.
i am staring into cupboards that hold the past, onto the vineyards that once breathed passion, i am staring into the hems of these sheets, onto pages that hold a different handwriting to mine, i am staring at the porch that swallows stars during the night and catches the sun, i am staring at these wallpapers that bracketed in photographs, and i see clearly, what memories can do to a human being’s threshold of pain,
when i look in the mirror
and do not recognise
who is staring,
staring back,
that very moment with
eyes placid and dulled,...
i am staring into cupboards that hold the past, onto the vineyards that once breathed passion, i am staring into the hems of these sheets, onto pages that hold a different handwriting to mine, i am staring at the porch that swallows stars during the night and catches the sun, i am staring at these wallpapers that bracketed in photographs, and i see clearly, what memories can do to a human being’s threshold of pain,
when i look in the mirror
and do not recognise
who is staring,
staring back,
that very moment with
eyes placid and dulled,...
594 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jul 2015 2:18am
18th Jul 2015 2:18am
quakes
there is no middle ground to when an earthquake hits.
the plates shift,
hurtling through the plains,
a monster with its heavy feet,
destroying years; everything in its way
will be left
inflicted.
those untouched
thank their gods it is not them as they
step back and stare from their safe place
with their piteous sighs and
while some will feel awe at the courage of survivors,
many will feel pain for the loss of
lives.
you are lucky
if you can catch these earthquakes
early enough,
but when it shakes your balance...
the plates shift,
hurtling through the plains,
a monster with its heavy feet,
destroying years; everything in its way
will be left
inflicted.
those untouched
thank their gods it is not them as they
step back and stare from their safe place
with their piteous sighs and
while some will feel awe at the courage of survivors,
many will feel pain for the loss of
lives.
you are lucky
if you can catch these earthquakes
early enough,
but when it shakes your balance...
598 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2015 11:51pm
6th Jul 2015 11:51pm
Worldly acts
these breaths are urgent.
my heart is rotten sometimes
seeking life through every beat
but i feel this.
i can feel the panic churning like
ecstasy in the air,
the smell of rain that tastes like shock
and feels like hands grasping at your skin
for affection.
this breeze is hanging off my spine
whispering sweet nothings
as the sun undresses layers and layers of-
i can feel beautiful
at times like these
as the ground falls away and i fly.
these phallic towers
penetrate into the clouds that move ...
my heart is rotten sometimes
seeking life through every beat
but i feel this.
i can feel the panic churning like
ecstasy in the air,
the smell of rain that tastes like shock
and feels like hands grasping at your skin
for affection.
this breeze is hanging off my spine
whispering sweet nothings
as the sun undresses layers and layers of-
i can feel beautiful
at times like these
as the ground falls away and i fly.
these phallic towers
penetrate into the clouds that move ...
643 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2015 10:50pm
29th Jun 2015 10:50pm
ties that bind us free
this is always home.
the clouds have sunk beneath me,
beneath these feet that have travelled
along the most dangerous paths
and ran many miles away from the weight they carry;
these feet that have slipped and fallen.
now i am stood, catching my breath,
solitary but never alone.
the skies have stretched beyond my horizons,
and falling down to our world
where everything has an end
are raindrops that hold life that shine
effervescently, so everlasting,
they become the tears that knead their way
from my eyes, into the palm of...
the clouds have sunk beneath me,
beneath these feet that have travelled
along the most dangerous paths
and ran many miles away from the weight they carry;
these feet that have slipped and fallen.
now i am stood, catching my breath,
solitary but never alone.
the skies have stretched beyond my horizons,
and falling down to our world
where everything has an end
are raindrops that hold life that shine
effervescently, so everlasting,
they become the tears that knead their way
from my eyes, into the palm of...
714 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2015 00:21am
2nd Jun 2015 00:21am
6.18am
these veins once ran dry
and felt the pressure of the world
pushing into spaces too small to bear it.
there are uncertainties in the way
the air smells now
like i have stepped into a
new layer of existence
from the void i had lived.
everything feels blunt within
but sharp like daggers
when everyone looks in.
have you had your daily notion
of living with your eyes sold and used
when all you see are lines
that never bend
no matter how you try to refract
or reflect?
this weight, it is carried endlessly...
and felt the pressure of the world
pushing into spaces too small to bear it.
there are uncertainties in the way
the air smells now
like i have stepped into a
new layer of existence
from the void i had lived.
everything feels blunt within
but sharp like daggers
when everyone looks in.
have you had your daily notion
of living with your eyes sold and used
when all you see are lines
that never bend
no matter how you try to refract
or reflect?
this weight, it is carried endlessly...
729 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
20th May 2015 10:47am
20th May 2015 10:47am
wasted electric
the sky is trying to tell me
that the world is ending.
these memories are trying to tell me
that no matter how many different
hats or jumpers you wear or
road trips or shots or lines you
take, no matter how many cups of teas are
drunk cold, no matter how short you
cut your hair, how many kisses
you give a five-year old, no matter
how much jazz you listen to or
songs you write no matter how much
laughter is shared on a watch tower
resting on a London sunset,
you will still break like the pull of a thread
when...
that the world is ending.
these memories are trying to tell me
that no matter how many different
hats or jumpers you wear or
road trips or shots or lines you
take, no matter how many cups of teas are
drunk cold, no matter how short you
cut your hair, how many kisses
you give a five-year old, no matter
how much jazz you listen to or
songs you write no matter how much
laughter is shared on a watch tower
resting on a London sunset,
you will still break like the pull of a thread
when...
765 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2015 9:20am
5th May 2015 9:20am
crumpled
there are paper figures that dance around
and cut my skin, with the way they
eavesdrop and take only half the story
running circles like ants
i wish i could light a fire
under them until they fall like rain
into a pile of assumptions gone dry
and catch their ashes onto the purpose
they cast out onto the streets
these paper dolls
they hum like witches
they flap like eyelashes
trying to keep awake
these dancing flakes
they tear
they tear
they tear
where has my peace gone?
this work of art that once grew and...
and cut my skin, with the way they
eavesdrop and take only half the story
running circles like ants
i wish i could light a fire
under them until they fall like rain
into a pile of assumptions gone dry
and catch their ashes onto the purpose
they cast out onto the streets
these paper dolls
they hum like witches
they flap like eyelashes
trying to keep awake
these dancing flakes
they tear
they tear
they tear
where has my peace gone?
this work of art that once grew and...
672 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st May 2015 2:38am
1st May 2015 2:38am
perspective.
unrequited love is
bearable where there is hope,
but unrequited hope
where there is love,
is a dead end.
bearable where there is hope,
but unrequited hope
where there is love,
is a dead end.
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