Submissions by Artemios
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am experimenting styles and interests in order to emerge my freedom through writing. Normally I get inspired in the toilet, or when there is no way to save my thought. So, my best thoughts will never be written down, lol.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Jul 2018 12:11pm
24th Jul 2018 12:11pm
Far-a-way
Closer and closer, people are coming to enter my eyes
like a forgotten love, that I wasn’t waiting for.
There was a huge mobile phone,
people were dancing, taking selfish pics
and then looking at their phones, growing gray bones.
The music could be Ramones but my cheap binoculars
had no sound on, like a heart without its beats
I was witnessing the end of a selfish “is”
while everybody was getting gray eating cheese.
Suddenly mud was dripping from the ceiling
they all got mad, like tripping was healing.
No more...
like a forgotten love, that I wasn’t waiting for.
There was a huge mobile phone,
people were dancing, taking selfish pics
and then looking at their phones, growing gray bones.
The music could be Ramones but my cheap binoculars
had no sound on, like a heart without its beats
I was witnessing the end of a selfish “is”
while everybody was getting gray eating cheese.
Suddenly mud was dripping from the ceiling
they all got mad, like tripping was healing.
No more...
#identity
692 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Feb 2017 11:58am
8th Feb 2017 11:58am
Heart roses
Heart roses
Tears in the infinity
the planet is sad
somebody told him that
there are no roses made of heart.
You told me the same
and two wings appeared,
one was my half
and the other one
was you to complete me.
Let’s fly away
beautiful
like roses made of heart.
Tears in the infinity
the planet is sad
somebody told him that
there are no roses made of heart.
You told me the same
and two wings appeared,
one was my half
and the other one
was you to complete me.
Let’s fly away
beautiful
like roses made of heart.
1589 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Feb 2017 11:32pm
1st Feb 2017 11:32pm
Supposed to
Because you cannot be
like what you want to
with someone
that you are supposed to
love.
like what you want to
with someone
that you are supposed to
love.
873 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2017 5:15pm
30th Jan 2017 5:15pm
Feelings corrected
These feelings have been created wrongly
I need to correct them,
Can I have your approval please?
…..
…..
…..
……
…..
…..
50 years later…
Yes you are right,
please do the correction.
Approved
I need to correct them,
Can I have your approval please?
…..
…..
…..
……
…..
…..
50 years later…
Yes you are right,
please do the correction.
Approved
800 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2017 10:27am
26th Jan 2017 10:27am
Adorable function
Without pissing on numbers
without counting the ground
thirty seven drops appear.
Thirty seven pigeons
watering the garden.
One plus one makes blue
-adorable function-
and you,
you still masturbate the light.
without counting the ground
thirty seven drops appear.
Thirty seven pigeons
watering the garden.
One plus one makes blue
-adorable function-
and you,
you still masturbate the light.
784 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2017 11:49pm
11th Jan 2017 11:49pm
Ugly overdose
Please forgive me, ugly overdose,
I will never miss you
I will always remember you.
You built the earth of my feelings
you destroyed the happiness of my outlook
and now you ask for some holly forgiveness
like you never hold my tears on your back
like you never touched my delirium
while it was filming my white nonsense.
Please forget me, ugly overdose,
I will never feel you again
I will always disrespect you.
You destroyed what is called “future”
you built my anonymous faith
and now I pray to lost gods ...
I will never miss you
I will always remember you.
You built the earth of my feelings
you destroyed the happiness of my outlook
and now you ask for some holly forgiveness
like you never hold my tears on your back
like you never touched my delirium
while it was filming my white nonsense.
Please forget me, ugly overdose,
I will never feel you again
I will always disrespect you.
You destroyed what is called “future”
you built my anonymous faith
and now I pray to lost gods ...
930 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jan 2017 11:31am
6th Jan 2017 11:31am
Abused darkness
Rocks that never been trampled
although rain and sun
leaned on them,
my flesh is lonely
my soul a rock
illuminating darkness
that has been abused.
And you, wolf,
my imaginary friend,
roaring inside my subconscious
for my eyes to be awaken,
scared, as if magic,
watery, as if words,
deserted finery, hanged forgiveness
for a better tomorrow.
***written for "Tarot stories" comp of Miss_Sub and won the trophy.
although rain and sun
leaned on them,
my flesh is lonely
my soul a rock
illuminating darkness
that has been abused.
And you, wolf,
my imaginary friend,
roaring inside my subconscious
for my eyes to be awaken,
scared, as if magic,
watery, as if words,
deserted finery, hanged forgiveness
for a better tomorrow.
***written for "Tarot stories" comp of Miss_Sub and won the trophy.
1020 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2017 5:00pm
4th Jan 2017 5:00pm
Paradise
Paradise
An angel said that paradise does not exist,
so, stop watering the garden.
The flowers are now withered,
the trees stopped having fruits
and all the snails died.
Now you stand by the window
you look at the dry brown
you hear a voice saying
“the silence is never fake”
and you wish that paradise existed.
An angel said that paradise does not exist,
so, stop watering the garden.
The flowers are now withered,
the trees stopped having fruits
and all the snails died.
Now you stand by the window
you look at the dry brown
you hear a voice saying
“the silence is never fake”
and you wish that paradise existed.
#silence
#nature
3712 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2017 3:42pm
2nd Jan 2017 3:42pm
Kind of
Before I please you
I kind of cry
and then, when you are pleased,
I kind of die
waiting for the next time
you’ll need to use my tears
for you to breath,
for me to stop breathing.
That’s how it feels
to love the dead
even when he is kind of alive,
like a head, cut off, from the voice and up
like a body, cut off, from the heart and up.
like a soul, cut off, from the feelings and up.
Kind of burning a wild-wood
that doesn’t have a land underneath its roots.
I kind of cry
and then, when you are pleased,
I kind of die
waiting for the next time
you’ll need to use my tears
for you to breath,
for me to stop breathing.
That’s how it feels
to love the dead
even when he is kind of alive,
like a head, cut off, from the voice and up
like a body, cut off, from the heart and up.
like a soul, cut off, from the feelings and up.
Kind of burning a wild-wood
that doesn’t have a land underneath its roots.
906 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2016 10:40pm
14th Nov 2016 10:40pm
Snot
You always want something more
but
the snot in your nose
a detail
on purpose
for looking in your fucking eyes
a bit less...
but
the snot in your nose
a detail
on purpose
for looking in your fucking eyes
a bit less...
816 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2016 9:37am
3rd Oct 2016 9:37am
Fingerproofs
The sun is already sleeping
when my urges emerge my gun.
I take it on my hand
and I purify it
using my best fingers, my best skin.
The moon, like lips, excites me
the heat of the night adores me.
Messing with my feet
producing soft grazes to trap you
inside my lonely bullet
and shoot you straight to ecstasy.
Did you know there is a smell
when you say “I want you”?
It’s similar to the smoke
coming out from the midnight’s eye,
whispering sweating words
breathing helpless desires.
Your...
when my urges emerge my gun.
I take it on my hand
and I purify it
using my best fingers, my best skin.
The moon, like lips, excites me
the heat of the night adores me.
Messing with my feet
producing soft grazes to trap you
inside my lonely bullet
and shoot you straight to ecstasy.
Did you know there is a smell
when you say “I want you”?
It’s similar to the smoke
coming out from the midnight’s eye,
whispering sweating words
breathing helpless desires.
Your...
884 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Sep 2016 11:03pm
25th Sep 2016 11:03pm
Memory leaves
No harm the stones can do
wavy water of rain,
tears of sea,
I can see the horizon
but I can’t see
the time, the sound,
the memory leaves.
Whatever I look is blind
whatever I hear is deaf
but I’m still here
saying myself to enjoy
all the shame I created
in order to go on
with a life that ensures
my lighthouse’s crispy old age.
wavy water of rain,
tears of sea,
I can see the horizon
but I can’t see
the time, the sound,
the memory leaves.
Whatever I look is blind
whatever I hear is deaf
but I’m still here
saying myself to enjoy
all the shame I created
in order to go on
with a life that ensures
my lighthouse’s crispy old age.
806 reads
2 Comments
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