Submissions by 3ampoems (Celine Belli)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writer, Sound Engineer, Musician, Artist, Lover.
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Dec 2009 6:09am
20th Dec 2009 6:09am
and i believe in magic
i,
see your lips when i lick my own,
i taste you in our
favourite drink. i miss your smile.
i see your name written in clouds and i like to
say things that you usually say
to me,
it is like you are here. i try not to
talk about you too much, but everything i seem to say is
"oh, and he likes to -"
i miss your voice so i sometimes
call you before i take a shower, though i
sometimes don't know what to say and
love it when you call me even though
i am busy because you
remind me that you are
thinking of me too.
...
see your lips when i lick my own,
i taste you in our
favourite drink. i miss your smile.
i see your name written in clouds and i like to
say things that you usually say
to me,
it is like you are here. i try not to
talk about you too much, but everything i seem to say is
"oh, and he likes to -"
i miss your voice so i sometimes
call you before i take a shower, though i
sometimes don't know what to say and
love it when you call me even though
i am busy because you
remind me that you are
thinking of me too.
...
857 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Dec 2009 2:25pm
18th Dec 2009 2:25pm
how to move little fingers
three chocolate muffins lined up
in front of me, I feel extremely
famished but
cannot take a bite for my mouth is
already stuffed with
sweet, sickening secrets.
i see scattered cut marks
and i don't know how
they got there
i see my mind locked in like
an insect in a flytrap
slowly, i stiffen
i cannot write poems anymore without
having to
pause and think of which word is more
appropriate?
accurate?
or was it
actual?
my mind is distracted as
i watch people who don't
know my life
scribble...
in front of me, I feel extremely
famished but
cannot take a bite for my mouth is
already stuffed with
sweet, sickening secrets.
i see scattered cut marks
and i don't know how
they got there
i see my mind locked in like
an insect in a flytrap
slowly, i stiffen
i cannot write poems anymore without
having to
pause and think of which word is more
appropriate?
accurate?
or was it
actual?
my mind is distracted as
i watch people who don't
know my life
scribble...
732 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Dec 2009 2:24pm
18th Dec 2009 2:24pm
muted
this is where it all starts.
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i try with every
stutter
hesitation
held-in breaths
fucking hell, i would kiss you 'til you
suffocate just to prove
how much -
i just can't say what i
feel
you know what i feel
so
why do you ask?
it's hurting me as much as it's
hurting you
I know it's hurting you
but i prefer finding other ways to
show you how much i -
every word you say to me
i eat up with hunger
you make me feel beautiful
when he...
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i try with every
stutter
hesitation
held-in breaths
fucking hell, i would kiss you 'til you
suffocate just to prove
how much -
i just can't say what i
feel
you know what i feel
so
why do you ask?
it's hurting me as much as it's
hurting you
I know it's hurting you
but i prefer finding other ways to
show you how much i -
every word you say to me
i eat up with hunger
you make me feel beautiful
when he...
1076 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
18th Dec 2009 5:11am
18th Dec 2009 5:11am
like lightning
how do you do it?
tell me, please,
i really would like to know how you
play your games, dirty
sick
pathetic
games - you are so juvenile.
how do you
make people believe that you are
as pure as
a son of god, how do you
win people over to
your side of the story
when really,
there never are sides,
just the false and the
truthful
which you
obviously are not; how do you
make yourself believe you are
so much better? how do you
think you can just
get what you
want -
you're not everything...
tell me, please,
i really would like to know how you
play your games, dirty
sick
pathetic
games - you are so juvenile.
how do you
make people believe that you are
as pure as
a son of god, how do you
win people over to
your side of the story
when really,
there never are sides,
just the false and the
truthful
which you
obviously are not; how do you
make yourself believe you are
so much better? how do you
think you can just
get what you
want -
you're not everything...
961 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Dec 2009 5:10am
18th Dec 2009 5:10am
living in boxes
I have seen your face
a thousand times in backgrounds of
my photos with him; them photos i now hide in secret boxes and
bury beneath forgotten clothes.
I never knew you had
such a smile, for I never
took pictures with you - maybe I should start,
for you seem to have so many
of mine.
I know you from somewhere special,
it's a place I go to when I dream of
feeling like nothing went wrong,
but I never really dared to dream again after
my heart tore into pretty little pieces that
fell into your hands, somehow; now.
And I...
a thousand times in backgrounds of
my photos with him; them photos i now hide in secret boxes and
bury beneath forgotten clothes.
I never knew you had
such a smile, for I never
took pictures with you - maybe I should start,
for you seem to have so many
of mine.
I know you from somewhere special,
it's a place I go to when I dream of
feeling like nothing went wrong,
but I never really dared to dream again after
my heart tore into pretty little pieces that
fell into your hands, somehow; now.
And I...
759 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Dec 2009 8:21am
17th Dec 2009 8:21am
in my room
I dig into boxes
with your pictures, where diaries
can hide you away from me. I find torn, tear-stained pages
where I realized your lacking
presence, but I know you were never a mirage
for there was a time when you were there, there in print with me
and the memories make me weep for
missing your laughter.
But it feels good weeping, because I can deafen out the
empty echoes beneath my chest.
I fall asleep listening to songs that
remind me of you just so I can
hear you drift away from my conscience
knowing very well
you don't...
with your pictures, where diaries
can hide you away from me. I find torn, tear-stained pages
where I realized your lacking
presence, but I know you were never a mirage
for there was a time when you were there, there in print with me
and the memories make me weep for
missing your laughter.
But it feels good weeping, because I can deafen out the
empty echoes beneath my chest.
I fall asleep listening to songs that
remind me of you just so I can
hear you drift away from my conscience
knowing very well
you don't...
917 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Dec 2009 8:19am
17th Dec 2009 8:19am
ohmygodican'tbreath
i see you your eyeballs stripping me down i see you smiling over iced tea i see you with me with me be with me i see you in nightmares i see your name everywhere everywhere bloody everywhere i hear your laughter i hear you tease my mistakes i hear you whisper but you're not here i hear our favourite song i feel hands on my waist you're driving me insane insane you're calling out to me i hear i.love.you's in my sleep fights that never meant a thing to me i see you wink at me i see your head on my lap i feel your hair between my fingers i can hear your heartbeat thumping everyfuckingnight i...
791 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Dec 2009 4:05pm
16th Dec 2009 4:05pm
use me
he painted me beautiful but
priced me low
so i spend everyday ever since
questioning every mirror i break.
he twirls me to an end
of our dance
and lets go of my hand
just when i feel we fit
perfection;
playing games with me as i
dangle over a cliff of
my broken memories, he is
letting go of the rope
now pulling through my heartstrings
holding on every now and then just to
hear me cry
"help me, please"
; I would speak but my lips are
sewn together with words of flattery and
stains of...
priced me low
so i spend everyday ever since
questioning every mirror i break.
he twirls me to an end
of our dance
and lets go of my hand
just when i feel we fit
perfection;
playing games with me as i
dangle over a cliff of
my broken memories, he is
letting go of the rope
now pulling through my heartstrings
holding on every now and then just to
hear me cry
"help me, please"
; I would speak but my lips are
sewn together with words of flattery and
stains of...
1094 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2009 4:03pm
16th Dec 2009 4:03pm
iceberg
you mutter every thousand empty words,
it is like when we
coil beneath white sheets
and blend together until i breathe
your breath and you
hold me so close i
can see ripples on your back
and i feel your muscles scream.
we ripped open and
tumbled over books with torn pages,
you read me like a thousand
stories with no endings
just like we were at a top of a hill
and we jumped before
three
falling into each other's calamities.
a thousand melodies you
sing to me
like those passionate kisses in
blacked out...
it is like when we
coil beneath white sheets
and blend together until i breathe
your breath and you
hold me so close i
can see ripples on your back
and i feel your muscles scream.
we ripped open and
tumbled over books with torn pages,
you read me like a thousand
stories with no endings
just like we were at a top of a hill
and we jumped before
three
falling into each other's calamities.
a thousand melodies you
sing to me
like those passionate kisses in
blacked out...
896 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2009 12:52pm
15th Dec 2009 12:52pm
marmalade
They are the morning coffees keeping me awake,
the silent glances across the table.
They are the wishes on birthday cakes
that almost came true,
your almond shaped eyes
in my mind.
They are stirred-in chocolate powder,
the "I wish I could've"s.
They are the notes left on pillows,
the never made beds.
They are the car keys in the rubbish bins
and scattered photographs.
They are the dresses hanging in the cupboard,
the bleeding mascara.
They are the words hanging from telephone lines.
They...
the silent glances across the table.
They are the wishes on birthday cakes
that almost came true,
your almond shaped eyes
in my mind.
They are stirred-in chocolate powder,
the "I wish I could've"s.
They are the notes left on pillows,
the never made beds.
They are the car keys in the rubbish bins
and scattered photographs.
They are the dresses hanging in the cupboard,
the bleeding mascara.
They are the words hanging from telephone lines.
They...
803 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Dec 2009 12:50pm
15th Dec 2009 12:50pm
treasure hunt
She covered her eyelids
waiting on
predicted surprises
with inaccurate judgments;
she is waiting for
an empty hand without -
A book of prayers on her lap yet
she never flips a page.
It is a consolation prize yet
she doesn't feel any better.
She fell asleep
writing her thoughts down, her last
thought was a
dot of complexity; inability
to speak and
she taps her eyelids
liking the invisible
thud
she feels on her eyeball,
counting down the seconds until
another day.
Except it is a special day,...
waiting on
predicted surprises
with inaccurate judgments;
she is waiting for
an empty hand without -
A book of prayers on her lap yet
she never flips a page.
It is a consolation prize yet
she doesn't feel any better.
She fell asleep
writing her thoughts down, her last
thought was a
dot of complexity; inability
to speak and
she taps her eyelids
liking the invisible
thud
she feels on her eyeball,
counting down the seconds until
another day.
Except it is a special day,...
768 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2009 6:38pm
14th Dec 2009 6:38pm
because brave people don't
I take the world and balance it on my
fingertip,
spinning it around like I usually would with
spherical things;
I try to make myself dizzy.
But I am
a non-existent
on maps therefore
no one can find me
and I find no one.
And sometimes
they
forget that I, too,
can feel and it
hurts when I hit the ground.
bam.
I look for time portals,
only to stand in front of
that same old clock;
I realize the only wish that
ever comes true is
when you wish
life away
every second a blink.
&...
fingertip,
spinning it around like I usually would with
spherical things;
I try to make myself dizzy.
But I am
a non-existent
on maps therefore
no one can find me
and I find no one.
And sometimes
they
forget that I, too,
can feel and it
hurts when I hit the ground.
bam.
I look for time portals,
only to stand in front of
that same old clock;
I realize the only wish that
ever comes true is
when you wish
life away
every second a blink.
&...
798 reads
1 Comment
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