Submissions by 3ampoems (Celine Belli)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Writer, Sound Engineer, Musician, Artist, Lover.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2009 3:46pm
2nd Dec 2009 3:46pm
Kid
i watch him everyday
him, who sits amongst but
looks alone
nibbling his lip piercing
and
playing with his fingers
and he has
a stash in his pockets
with a lighter in his hand
as he closes his eyes
to refrain from his thinking
bong.
the sound of school bells, or
a smoky escape to another place
where
he can't feel his pain
he never fails to
smile
and crack a joke
while he wears a long sleeved shirt
to
cover the hurt
and i look into him best
when he is laughing
because the shield...
him, who sits amongst but
looks alone
nibbling his lip piercing
and
playing with his fingers
and he has
a stash in his pockets
with a lighter in his hand
as he closes his eyes
to refrain from his thinking
bong.
the sound of school bells, or
a smoky escape to another place
where
he can't feel his pain
he never fails to
smile
and crack a joke
while he wears a long sleeved shirt
to
cover the hurt
and i look into him best
when he is laughing
because the shield...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2009 7:28am
2nd Dec 2009 7:28am
monochrome
if everybody looked onto the world
as a colorbook
of blank faces
and were told to draw a smileyface
upon every circle
with the same colored pen -
it would be a colorbook
of a family.
what if our reality and dreams switched hues
what if we colour our dreams,
and have us live in black and white?
i figure i could be a much happier person
if
we lived a monochromatic lifestyle
except, perhaps
our dreams would then be
nothing but nightmares
i compare the number of glares
to my tone of complexion
perhaps,...
as a colorbook
of blank faces
and were told to draw a smileyface
upon every circle
with the same colored pen -
it would be a colorbook
of a family.
what if our reality and dreams switched hues
what if we colour our dreams,
and have us live in black and white?
i figure i could be a much happier person
if
we lived a monochromatic lifestyle
except, perhaps
our dreams would then be
nothing but nightmares
i compare the number of glares
to my tone of complexion
perhaps,...
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2009 7:27am
2nd Dec 2009 7:27am
Jumper for Pa
I bought pa a jumper
of the softest wool
of his favourite color
for his birthday this year.
To keep him warm and make up for the times we
should've spent together, when instead i had
- grown up too fast.
I haven't seen pa, for a year or so, now
married and mothering; building a new home.
With all allowance saved from a month
I bought him a jumper to show him my love
Pa was excited to know I'd return,
"I will wait for you, dolly, until you come home."
with a kiss, a smile & tears of joy,
I'd picture him holding my...
of the softest wool
of his favourite color
for his birthday this year.
To keep him warm and make up for the times we
should've spent together, when instead i had
- grown up too fast.
I haven't seen pa, for a year or so, now
married and mothering; building a new home.
With all allowance saved from a month
I bought him a jumper to show him my love
Pa was excited to know I'd return,
"I will wait for you, dolly, until you come home."
with a kiss, a smile & tears of joy,
I'd picture him holding my...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2009 11:47am
1st Dec 2009 11:47am
you were so believable
i curse myself in the many days i spend in bed believing
everything you told me which i knew were
lies as pure as your sin
and i believe the choices i make were
clearly beneficial
but not to me, no.
i confine myself in the many days i spend
dangling
from my doorknob
- breaking
myself into cold sweat and jagged pieces to place on the parquet floor
horizontal
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waiting to indulge in nothing but you
nothing but you
you
you
you...
everything you told me which i knew were
lies as pure as your sin
and i believe the choices i make were
clearly beneficial
but not to me, no.
i confine myself in the many days i spend
dangling
from my doorknob
- breaking
myself into cold sweat and jagged pieces to place on the parquet floor
horizontal
v
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t
i
c
a
l
d i s j o i n t e d
waiting to indulge in nothing but you
nothing but you
you
you
you...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2009 11:44am
1st Dec 2009 11:44am
to be a lil' more precise, baby
we could wait for another hour,
but does time make a difference at all
except be the obstacle?
whether we slither in
or out
of silence,
i think a second of just nowordssaid
proves enough.
proves enough to me, to you.
we could hold hands,
but is there a point to this empty gesture
of reminding ourselves what else we
could have been?
what other air we could breath in;
other than this.
i can hear you wishing to be
anywhere but -
we split into an obvious diversity of
black and white
without the tint...
but does time make a difference at all
except be the obstacle?
whether we slither in
or out
of silence,
i think a second of just nowordssaid
proves enough.
proves enough to me, to you.
we could hold hands,
but is there a point to this empty gesture
of reminding ourselves what else we
could have been?
what other air we could breath in;
other than this.
i can hear you wishing to be
anywhere but -
we split into an obvious diversity of
black and white
without the tint...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2009 4:53pm
29th Nov 2009 4:53pm
lovesong.performer&her.
forever,
a tainted promise lingered on his lips,
as he raped the strings
of his ancient guitar
that holds his secrets
of a 1000 words - unsaid,
each and every one of them
stealing her heart
per second - forever.
never pretty,
he sat, a bittersweet sight of irony,
his uneven eyes sucking her soul breathless
& nothing ever seemed so right, to her -
a whisper of a second, he was beautiful
forever
and she never really knew why.
the melody played
in synch, to the thuds of her heartache,
and he mutters the...
a tainted promise lingered on his lips,
as he raped the strings
of his ancient guitar
that holds his secrets
of a 1000 words - unsaid,
each and every one of them
stealing her heart
per second - forever.
never pretty,
he sat, a bittersweet sight of irony,
his uneven eyes sucking her soul breathless
& nothing ever seemed so right, to her -
a whisper of a second, he was beautiful
forever
and she never really knew why.
the melody played
in synch, to the thuds of her heartache,
and he mutters the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Nov 2009 4:47pm
29th Nov 2009 4:47pm
yesterday
now
no longer a question of holding back
but a question of
when we give in
and the words seem empty without the reasons
without the answers you used to
give me
so where do i begin
to seek a life without much presence
of
you
and
meanings to regain consciousness
has never seemed so
...unpleasant
it was just brilliant
moments ago
when our eyes met without much distaste
and
when secrets were barely
options
to clench our hearts
away from each other
you would never have walked away like...
no longer a question of holding back
but a question of
when we give in
and the words seem empty without the reasons
without the answers you used to
give me
so where do i begin
to seek a life without much presence
of
you
and
meanings to regain consciousness
has never seemed so
...unpleasant
it was just brilliant
moments ago
when our eyes met without much distaste
and
when secrets were barely
options
to clench our hearts
away from each other
you would never have walked away like...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2009 6:24am
28th Nov 2009 6:24am
stains
it fades away
that inkling of a second
i was thinking of
what was it?
just now
i indulge myself into an involuntary phase
of which i digress
my unpleasant thoughts
for a blank plate of
white
blank
page
of
n
o
t
h
i
n
g
.
i wouldn't try to remember
because i do
only a collage of a bad reverie
memory
and the pretty things go to waste
dancing and kisses
tainted with grey
like a television screen
a satellite dish can't save
like white...
that inkling of a second
i was thinking of
what was it?
just now
i indulge myself into an involuntary phase
of which i digress
my unpleasant thoughts
for a blank plate of
white
blank
page
of
n
o
t
h
i
n
g
.
i wouldn't try to remember
because i do
only a collage of a bad reverie
memory
and the pretty things go to waste
dancing and kisses
tainted with grey
like a television screen
a satellite dish can't save
like white...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2009 6:23am
28th Nov 2009 6:23am
3.31am
it's like
my brain disfunctions
and I don't find the right words
like - I wish I can take back
all my fucked up decisions
like a whirlwind
i keep coming back to the start
but breathless, too breathless to
continue the rounds of
sin and regret
it's like
i notice a difference
in the way i speak
but i can't seem to get myself
to snap back to who i used to be
like - i don't know how but i'm always
screwing it all up
you know?
my brain disfunctions
and I don't find the right words
like - I wish I can take back
all my fucked up decisions
like a whirlwind
i keep coming back to the start
but breathless, too breathless to
continue the rounds of
sin and regret
it's like
i notice a difference
in the way i speak
but i can't seem to get myself
to snap back to who i used to be
like - i don't know how but i'm always
screwing it all up
you know?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2009 1:08pm
26th Nov 2009 1:08pm
the affair
and she said
"call me beautiful
& I want you to love me"
stick it up your throat, you sonofa -
more like it seems,
the words that's more like it seems.
you are
staring at her four walls
four and a bit more maybe,
a bit more, after opening the door
just a little bit
to protrude the folds - thousands- of her misconceptions.
there's always more than
your 100% of perspective
and time is not your choice
she could walk away, right out/now
well, might as well just let her,
let her,
or call her...
"call me beautiful
& I want you to love me"
stick it up your throat, you sonofa -
more like it seems,
the words that's more like it seems.
you are
staring at her four walls
four and a bit more maybe,
a bit more, after opening the door
just a little bit
to protrude the folds - thousands- of her misconceptions.
there's always more than
your 100% of perspective
and time is not your choice
she could walk away, right out/now
well, might as well just let her,
let her,
or call her...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Nov 2009 1:04pm
26th Nov 2009 1:04pm
like this
it's not like this
but i want you to hold my hand
yet i turn away without your noticing
sour nights alone and i fail to please
with thoughtless sighs -
like when i think of you
for example
for example
like when i think of you
with thoughtless sighs -
sour nights alone and i fail to please
you hold me tight ten meters apart
in a vast empty land
where our bodies exist as one
too far apart
our bodies exist as one
?
as yet another doll
i play under your fingertips
and you whisper into my...
but i want you to hold my hand
yet i turn away without your noticing
sour nights alone and i fail to please
with thoughtless sighs -
like when i think of you
for example
for example
like when i think of you
with thoughtless sighs -
sour nights alone and i fail to please
you hold me tight ten meters apart
in a vast empty land
where our bodies exist as one
too far apart
our bodies exist as one
?
as yet another doll
i play under your fingertips
and you whisper into my...
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DARK POEM
Published
25th Nov 2009 12:36pm
25th Nov 2009 12:36pm
the end of a circle
you cup me in the
cage of your hands, so
filled with authority that
sucks me dry
and
bleeds me empty.
frameless nights introduce me
to you again
as we trudge down a road that never ends
yet never begins
forsaken by a thousand dreams
we trudge down a road that never knew my name
nor my story.
i follow your fingers,
& trace your lines of
life and success
a palm reader's digestion
of your hundred lies
divided by me
equals one.
my fingers are frozen to
a certain extent, nonetheless...
cage of your hands, so
filled with authority that
sucks me dry
and
bleeds me empty.
frameless nights introduce me
to you again
as we trudge down a road that never ends
yet never begins
forsaken by a thousand dreams
we trudge down a road that never knew my name
nor my story.
i follow your fingers,
& trace your lines of
life and success
a palm reader's digestion
of your hundred lies
divided by me
equals one.
my fingers are frozen to
a certain extent, nonetheless...
786 reads
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