Submissions by 3ampoems (Celine Belli)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writer, Sound Engineer, Musician, Artist, Lover.
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2015 5:12am
30th Apr 2015 5:12am
the saddest eyes in the world
the world dropped like hail,
the miscalculated momentum sending
horizons askew, breaking
car windows and skin,
she watched every head turn to watch the sunrises
that never settled in the sky,
she watched everyone forget the moon
and burn like plastic,
falling from the corner of her eyes,
every tear was a corpse that never saw the sunset.
their graves are drawn in red
along the days that hang like washing,
the places that hold her together
are constantly choked and full of voices
she doesn’t want to talk to.
thunder eyes,...
the miscalculated momentum sending
horizons askew, breaking
car windows and skin,
she watched every head turn to watch the sunrises
that never settled in the sky,
she watched everyone forget the moon
and burn like plastic,
falling from the corner of her eyes,
every tear was a corpse that never saw the sunset.
their graves are drawn in red
along the days that hang like washing,
the places that hold her together
are constantly choked and full of voices
she doesn’t want to talk to.
thunder eyes,...
667 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2015 3:02am
30th Apr 2015 3:02am
used canvases.
there is room for more,
here, in these idle hands
that have left home;
these hands have sculpted mountains
but they are tireless, still.
the sound of breathing
in a dying night
rustles through cracks in the wall;
the bed time stories for the sleepless
drifting into the veins that pushes
the flood of
one thousand two hundred and thirty seven days
spent.
surrogate eyes,
they lift my burden,
when i choose to look the other way
from overflowing ashtrays
and rain.
confiscate this mind,
that holds no more...
here, in these idle hands
that have left home;
these hands have sculpted mountains
but they are tireless, still.
the sound of breathing
in a dying night
rustles through cracks in the wall;
the bed time stories for the sleepless
drifting into the veins that pushes
the flood of
one thousand two hundred and thirty seven days
spent.
surrogate eyes,
they lift my burden,
when i choose to look the other way
from overflowing ashtrays
and rain.
confiscate this mind,
that holds no more...
672 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 4:47am
27th Apr 2015 4:47am
... but memories.
the skin sheds;
i wanted to keep it
over the chill in my bones
like a paper mache shield
and keep new skin from shaping me
but when you realise you are part of a world that carries on
regardless
you suddenly feel the pull of the wind
fiercer than ever
until you cannot stop the skin
peel like old wallpaper
lifting away like fall petals
waving.
as I feel the chill rise
i am suddenly open and bare
i feel all, raptured by midnight melodies
lingering through the twilight mists
serenading a heart
full of dull ache...
i wanted to keep it
over the chill in my bones
like a paper mache shield
and keep new skin from shaping me
but when you realise you are part of a world that carries on
regardless
you suddenly feel the pull of the wind
fiercer than ever
until you cannot stop the skin
peel like old wallpaper
lifting away like fall petals
waving.
as I feel the chill rise
i am suddenly open and bare
i feel all, raptured by midnight melodies
lingering through the twilight mists
serenading a heart
full of dull ache...
726 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2015 2:44pm
21st Apr 2015 2:44pm
fragile skies
The universe has fallen
Crystallized into fragments
That slumber within a soul
Chilling the body that bears it.
She shivers in salute of the forlorn night
Bathed in the melancholy of her blue moon
Finding solace in the center of all the darkness that she will have to embrace.
This path will be cloaked with familiarity
But her heart will be heavier than her last plunge down.
When all is still, she can still smell
The soft of their being
faded like the musky memories she decorates with dust and cobwebs
Like they are...
Crystallized into fragments
That slumber within a soul
Chilling the body that bears it.
She shivers in salute of the forlorn night
Bathed in the melancholy of her blue moon
Finding solace in the center of all the darkness that she will have to embrace.
This path will be cloaked with familiarity
But her heart will be heavier than her last plunge down.
When all is still, she can still smell
The soft of their being
faded like the musky memories she decorates with dust and cobwebs
Like they are...
696 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
19th Apr 2015 3:20pm
19th Apr 2015 3:20pm
short.
these eyes are angry today
shrouded with a clump of late night thoughts
and consequences that grab at her gut
and forces her to scoff in disbelief.
she sits awkwardly,
a foot half in a shoe, the other crossed;
trying to balance her tested spine
so it doesn’t bend like
habits and promises and words that mean nothing.
this is a dying era for some,
the sun is out of phase,
everything in sight is refracted,
like friendship and honesty,
the loose bead in the machine,
spinning out of control in a place out of its own.
what...
shrouded with a clump of late night thoughts
and consequences that grab at her gut
and forces her to scoff in disbelief.
she sits awkwardly,
a foot half in a shoe, the other crossed;
trying to balance her tested spine
so it doesn’t bend like
habits and promises and words that mean nothing.
this is a dying era for some,
the sun is out of phase,
everything in sight is refracted,
like friendship and honesty,
the loose bead in the machine,
spinning out of control in a place out of its own.
what...
720 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Apr 2015 3:03pm
18th Apr 2015 3:03pm
alone with the sunrise
the sun swelled over the naked branches this morning,
washing over the blue with a striking orange,
and i thought of you.
i thought of you
and felt like the callous nature of the wind
carelessly sweeping leaves off the ground and
hurling them back to gravity’s hold,
i thought of you
and pictured the dance of a bird whose wings may forget to
learn my lifts and drops as it tries to fly endlessly.
i felt the universe graze my cheek
and the branches waved forlornly at me,
so i used my strongest will to
routinely transfer all i feel ...
washing over the blue with a striking orange,
and i thought of you.
i thought of you
and felt like the callous nature of the wind
carelessly sweeping leaves off the ground and
hurling them back to gravity’s hold,
i thought of you
and pictured the dance of a bird whose wings may forget to
learn my lifts and drops as it tries to fly endlessly.
i felt the universe graze my cheek
and the branches waved forlornly at me,
so i used my strongest will to
routinely transfer all i feel ...
731 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Apr 2015 4:08pm
15th Apr 2015 4:08pm
like cracked shells
my insides feel gutted even though
binge smoking and binge eating
usually offers the contrary.
i have been staring at a wall
that stares back at me.
these walls shut me in, unable to escape
even the most sinister of my thoughts
as i lie awake at night listening to others fall in love,
ignoring the window that overlooks where all this began.
the flashing oven clock is blinding in the darkness
the time is all wrong, but then again,
everything is wrong
like how my boots rubbed my skin...
binge smoking and binge eating
usually offers the contrary.
i have been staring at a wall
that stares back at me.
these walls shut me in, unable to escape
even the most sinister of my thoughts
as i lie awake at night listening to others fall in love,
ignoring the window that overlooks where all this began.
the flashing oven clock is blinding in the darkness
the time is all wrong, but then again,
everything is wrong
like how my boots rubbed my skin...
969 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2015 6:58pm
3rd Apr 2015 6:58pm
weightless currents
it was raining the day we met,
i remember the whispers of gold drizzle
tapering along the sidelight
as it washed over the derelict walls that held the dreams
of unkept souls.
i remember the rain on the soft of your hair
weightless,
outlining everything that took my breath away;
the air tasted like booze and earth.
the rain has never stopped,
pouring out its centre through the scape of
heavy emotions,
giving weight to all.
it is a weight of my head on your shoulder
as we breathe to one another stories that
form rings...
i remember the whispers of gold drizzle
tapering along the sidelight
as it washed over the derelict walls that held the dreams
of unkept souls.
i remember the rain on the soft of your hair
weightless,
outlining everything that took my breath away;
the air tasted like booze and earth.
the rain has never stopped,
pouring out its centre through the scape of
heavy emotions,
giving weight to all.
it is a weight of my head on your shoulder
as we breathe to one another stories that
form rings...
1045 reads
19 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Mar 2015 8:05pm
27th Mar 2015 8:05pm
black stone
the beauty of nothing is when you catch yourself
at a dead stop,
when your mind is completely out of phase with your body -
that is when you listen hard because their voices are clear.
i have mastered the unfortunate skill in becoming nothing,
non-existential like traffic hum we learn to block out,
the nothingness that drives a man crazy when he hears it all.
i don’t need this.
i don’t need much;
the shimmer at the dent of young eyes, that is all i need.
there is cotton in my mind,
the purple sky chokes, holding back
the cold...
at a dead stop,
when your mind is completely out of phase with your body -
that is when you listen hard because their voices are clear.
i have mastered the unfortunate skill in becoming nothing,
non-existential like traffic hum we learn to block out,
the nothingness that drives a man crazy when he hears it all.
i don’t need this.
i don’t need much;
the shimmer at the dent of young eyes, that is all i need.
there is cotton in my mind,
the purple sky chokes, holding back
the cold...
983 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2015 1:08pm
11th Feb 2015 1:08pm
les yeux qui manquent
i can take it all.
the silent glares
from the other side of the room.
white emotion.
her laughter as she talks
of demise,
churning sorrow in my gut.
i can take saying nothing back
and nodding with habit
for my troubles need less
attention.
i can take the way his shoulder stills
like windless nights
and life is a silhouette.
my words always sound different
when they wander out.
i can take the alternate reality
she lives in,
i have spent 18 years in it
the anger
when we disagree....
the silent glares
from the other side of the room.
white emotion.
her laughter as she talks
of demise,
churning sorrow in my gut.
i can take saying nothing back
and nodding with habit
for my troubles need less
attention.
i can take the way his shoulder stills
like windless nights
and life is a silhouette.
my words always sound different
when they wander out.
i can take the alternate reality
she lives in,
i have spent 18 years in it
the anger
when we disagree....
869 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2015 9:48pm
9th Feb 2015 9:48pm
like broken china
i.
i guess it is because these days
seem borrowed.
elusive and slippery like
dead snow catching my feet.
there is a disturbance in my reflection.
frayed with a stream of thoughts
that translate into static in my ear
white noise at the most silent of nights;
white noise of the troubled.
cold air rises
in the tundra of my skin;
these shallow waters hold no more secrets for me.
the surface is black
leaving no reflections afloat
and no salt for the wounds.
courage, let me wade in
to the unknown
until i reach...
i guess it is because these days
seem borrowed.
elusive and slippery like
dead snow catching my feet.
there is a disturbance in my reflection.
frayed with a stream of thoughts
that translate into static in my ear
white noise at the most silent of nights;
white noise of the troubled.
cold air rises
in the tundra of my skin;
these shallow waters hold no more secrets for me.
the surface is black
leaving no reflections afloat
and no salt for the wounds.
courage, let me wade in
to the unknown
until i reach...
1065 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2014 5:20pm
3rd Nov 2014 5:20pm
where are we, amongst the haze?
i.
this is the most intense i have felt,
looking into the realms of his eyes,
to see everything.
everything my life could be.
everything my life was.
he blinks, and i am now;
we look out the window at a dawning sky
and fall asleep together, the first of many more nights
of his touch tracing the map of my skin,
and a kiss on the curve of my back.
he is there, in that moment of golden dust,
all-encompassing, in full embrace
of all life gives to him,
because he understands that with the worst
you will find the best...
this is the most intense i have felt,
looking into the realms of his eyes,
to see everything.
everything my life could be.
everything my life was.
he blinks, and i am now;
we look out the window at a dawning sky
and fall asleep together, the first of many more nights
of his touch tracing the map of my skin,
and a kiss on the curve of my back.
he is there, in that moment of golden dust,
all-encompassing, in full embrace
of all life gives to him,
because he understands that with the worst
you will find the best...
885 reads
5 Comments
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