Submissions by 3ampoems (Celine Belli)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writer, Sound Engineer, Musician, Artist, Lover.
SELF POEM
Published
14th Dec 2009 6:35pm
14th Dec 2009 6:35pm
fearless
i stand one foot in front of the other
on a straight line
- dashed
with my arms spread out like an
imaginary flight
in the middle of an empty road
before the green light.
and the waiting silence whispers secrets that
seep beneath the lengths of my hair
tickling my nose,
i pause for a moment in my life and record
a song of illusions in my head
where the rumble beneath my feet coalesce with
the wind forcing me backwards
like a hand twirling me for an
involuntary dance;
and it's moments like these where
i dare to...
on a straight line
- dashed
with my arms spread out like an
imaginary flight
in the middle of an empty road
before the green light.
and the waiting silence whispers secrets that
seep beneath the lengths of my hair
tickling my nose,
i pause for a moment in my life and record
a song of illusions in my head
where the rumble beneath my feet coalesce with
the wind forcing me backwards
like a hand twirling me for an
involuntary dance;
and it's moments like these where
i dare to...
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2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Dec 2009 10:31am
14th Dec 2009 10:31am
the minor fall the major lift
& there he lay with
words hanging half blurted
out of his, twisted mouth,
there he broke his bones and
left his eyes open to
outstare the sky
but he is blind.
there, his kneecap is
jutting out, peeking out to a
world it never saw, except maybe when
he was 3 and fell off the couch
and the horns are intimidating but
he does not budge.
there his intelligence - however little -
spills across the pavement now soaked in a
murky crimson bath;
he must've been in a rush.
there, beneath his chest
his heart crushed...
words hanging half blurted
out of his, twisted mouth,
there he broke his bones and
left his eyes open to
outstare the sky
but he is blind.
there, his kneecap is
jutting out, peeking out to a
world it never saw, except maybe when
he was 3 and fell off the couch
and the horns are intimidating but
he does not budge.
there his intelligence - however little -
spills across the pavement now soaked in a
murky crimson bath;
he must've been in a rush.
there, beneath his chest
his heart crushed...
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ANGER POEM
Published
14th Dec 2009 10:28am
14th Dec 2009 10:28am
tragic, really
it's all these things i want to say to you
i can count by my fingertips
right, left and
back to the right
more than ten fucking reasons
that don't make sense
you rot
you rot
you're fucking rotten
countlessly i'd like to say
thank you for
waking me up to who
you really are
i couldn't stop loving you
until now
this second
this day
for you are the eye illusionist;
you carve hurt in our hearts
only to
reflect it upon yourself
just to say
the blame is on us
since the day you sinned
the...
i can count by my fingertips
right, left and
back to the right
more than ten fucking reasons
that don't make sense
you rot
you rot
you're fucking rotten
countlessly i'd like to say
thank you for
waking me up to who
you really are
i couldn't stop loving you
until now
this second
this day
for you are the eye illusionist;
you carve hurt in our hearts
only to
reflect it upon yourself
just to say
the blame is on us
since the day you sinned
the...
875 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2009 12:15pm
13th Dec 2009 12:15pm
the rush
the brakes are faulty
& i'm speeding up
I know my limits, I know my limits,
I'm not slowing down,
not for a second, no.
Like a drive down highway
66,
the smooth straights meet rough swerves that
catch me unaware...
I could see it, but didn't want to,
didn't want to feel it.
There's the crash, it comes
just when the
world goes mute -
& no one else can hear it;
where are the streetlights when we need them?
I have made myself
an expected visitor of
the silence that met me
after it all,
...
& i'm speeding up
I know my limits, I know my limits,
I'm not slowing down,
not for a second, no.
Like a drive down highway
66,
the smooth straights meet rough swerves that
catch me unaware...
I could see it, but didn't want to,
didn't want to feel it.
There's the crash, it comes
just when the
world goes mute -
& no one else can hear it;
where are the streetlights when we need them?
I have made myself
an expected visitor of
the silence that met me
after it all,
...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2009 12:15pm
13th Dec 2009 12:15pm
living saturdays
crushing up papers with
names and
dates
and
i love, i love, i love
white noises infiltrate every inch
of my body
brain
i am trying to stay calm
for i'm lost, i'm lost,
i'm bloody lost and
i sense a dead-end
infatuated with counting down every minute
expecting explosions
for i feel hundreds inside my body
upon every breath i
am falling, falling, i fall
a coloured candy frozen
on my lips
i make myself
more than i am
i was
much better at this
before
before, before, before...
names and
dates
and
i love, i love, i love
white noises infiltrate every inch
of my body
brain
i am trying to stay calm
for i'm lost, i'm lost,
i'm bloody lost and
i sense a dead-end
infatuated with counting down every minute
expecting explosions
for i feel hundreds inside my body
upon every breath i
am falling, falling, i fall
a coloured candy frozen
on my lips
i make myself
more than i am
i was
much better at this
before
before, before, before...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Dec 2009 4:18am
12th Dec 2009 4:18am
humming happiness
and i believe the sounds i am making
are
words inside my head,
i am humming to an unfamiliar tune
to noone it relates -
i am tapping to entwining thoughts
on railings of the balcony, slipping out
like an unknown language
to noone it relates -
they call it noise, my attempt to
get a little sense inside
my never ending worries of
what should and shouldn't be.
they tell me things
they believe they are
seeing what i see,
but their answers never
match to
what i am constantly repeating
they call it...
are
words inside my head,
i am humming to an unfamiliar tune
to noone it relates -
i am tapping to entwining thoughts
on railings of the balcony, slipping out
like an unknown language
to noone it relates -
they call it noise, my attempt to
get a little sense inside
my never ending worries of
what should and shouldn't be.
they tell me things
they believe they are
seeing what i see,
but their answers never
match to
what i am constantly repeating
they call it...
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3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Dec 2009 4:17am
12th Dec 2009 4:17am
twice the size
i tried
over and over
with repulsive comments and a strip of vein
falling out across my chest
across the truth
a cut i inflict;
i spill myself but
everybody is blind.
i catch myself
counting seconds and
make-believing ten years have passed
and i'm still
stuck in the same situation
same fucking place
i'm sure someone can hear me,
i can scream loud, but
everybody is deaf.
i am lying above a body
i used to have affections for;
still playing with the clump of
hair left on the skull...
over and over
with repulsive comments and a strip of vein
falling out across my chest
across the truth
a cut i inflict;
i spill myself but
everybody is blind.
i catch myself
counting seconds and
make-believing ten years have passed
and i'm still
stuck in the same situation
same fucking place
i'm sure someone can hear me,
i can scream loud, but
everybody is deaf.
i am lying above a body
i used to have affections for;
still playing with the clump of
hair left on the skull...
794 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Dec 2009 5:23am
11th Dec 2009 5:23am
one of those
her cryptonite heart
and salivated secrets; she
spills over him like a
velvet blanket heavy with
cold forsaken promises
he is strangled by fingertips
painted bright red
inverted souls
she spills over him like
a stuffed toy with empty eyes
his bed of roses and bleeding skin
of
opencloseopenclose scabs
neverending like his feelings
towards her
she spills over him like
the queen of broken hearts
his open eyes
bled to the ground at
the sight of her beauty
and salivated secrets; she
spills over him like a
velvet blanket heavy with
cold forsaken promises
he is strangled by fingertips
painted bright red
inverted souls
she spills over him like
a stuffed toy with empty eyes
his bed of roses and bleeding skin
of
opencloseopenclose scabs
neverending like his feelings
towards her
she spills over him like
the queen of broken hearts
his open eyes
bled to the ground at
the sight of her beauty
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Dec 2009 5:17am
11th Dec 2009 5:17am
remember -
remember four shoes abandonned
by the lake and ten fingers
intertwined, remember the
green, green grasses where
stars fell upon; where
endless nights were spent,
remember my striped t-shirt and your
torned jeans, remember
soaked bodies bound together to
keep warm, remember cigarette breath and
raspberry lips, where
word lingered on; where
kisses were left stale the
next morning, remember promises
made in hugs, remember
coloured balloons,
remember mp3 players and favourite songs, remember
dances in the wind, where time...
by the lake and ten fingers
intertwined, remember the
green, green grasses where
stars fell upon; where
endless nights were spent,
remember my striped t-shirt and your
torned jeans, remember
soaked bodies bound together to
keep warm, remember cigarette breath and
raspberry lips, where
word lingered on; where
kisses were left stale the
next morning, remember promises
made in hugs, remember
coloured balloons,
remember mp3 players and favourite songs, remember
dances in the wind, where time...
797 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
10th Dec 2009 7:52pm
10th Dec 2009 7:52pm
kill
from sore lungs to
peeling skin; blood
i sit in a puddle of
not-quite-sure-what-just-fucking-happened's
do you hear me - no, no
every word I say is
pain to your ears and you
shut me out
it is physical hurt, too.
the wall is
steady
ready
for my turn to crash
in a car without brakes
i am free falling
away from the world I don't love
well, goodbye to you, too
you threaten me with
knives on your wrist
and I can feel about
ten on my chest
do I have a choice?
a tornado...
peeling skin; blood
i sit in a puddle of
not-quite-sure-what-just-fucking-happened's
do you hear me - no, no
every word I say is
pain to your ears and you
shut me out
it is physical hurt, too.
the wall is
steady
ready
for my turn to crash
in a car without brakes
i am free falling
away from the world I don't love
well, goodbye to you, too
you threaten me with
knives on your wrist
and I can feel about
ten on my chest
do I have a choice?
a tornado...
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ANGER POEM
Published
10th Dec 2009 7:51pm
10th Dec 2009 7:51pm
sicko
and i suffer
every ounce of sandbags you throw at me
with every word you mutter
utter
utterly stupid
you count every tear i drop
and double the amount
what did you see in me?
i am not a fucking rag doll you can
destroy
but then again
i said it too late
too late
my body is battered
and i am
used
once and for all
watching you weigh every lie
and compliment yourself
i choke on glass you
stuff in my mouth
carving the outline on my lips
saying
"they should be bigger"
...
every ounce of sandbags you throw at me
with every word you mutter
utter
utterly stupid
you count every tear i drop
and double the amount
what did you see in me?
i am not a fucking rag doll you can
destroy
but then again
i said it too late
too late
my body is battered
and i am
used
once and for all
watching you weigh every lie
and compliment yourself
i choke on glass you
stuff in my mouth
carving the outline on my lips
saying
"they should be bigger"
...
863 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Dec 2009 3:20am
10th Dec 2009 3:20am
moments like these
i like counting the times you blink
as you stare into the distance
-if not at me;
i fascinate myself with the way you breath and
share with me your inmost self
when our lips interlock
unintentionally; you and me
we are
so many things
i like to sneak into
you
every time i
press my ear against your chest to
listen to your life beat against mine
for a moment, i am you and you are me
your fingers tracing lines
curves?
.imperfections
on my body
you caress me like a
soundless lullaby
my...
as you stare into the distance
-if not at me;
i fascinate myself with the way you breath and
share with me your inmost self
when our lips interlock
unintentionally; you and me
we are
so many things
i like to sneak into
you
every time i
press my ear against your chest to
listen to your life beat against mine
for a moment, i am you and you are me
your fingers tracing lines
curves?
.imperfections
on my body
you caress me like a
soundless lullaby
my...
844 reads
3 Comments
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