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.
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Sep 2016 11:12pm
21st Sep 2016 11:12pm
Pregnant worlds
-Sometimes I wonder
why I reply to you
when I could just ignore
the pregnant worlds
and save some silence
for when I’m old enough
to answer you.
-Just because I had a day
and you weren’t here.
why I reply to you
when I could just ignore
the pregnant worlds
and save some silence
for when I’m old enough
to answer you.
-Just because I had a day
and you weren’t here.
766 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Sep 2016 10:55am
16th Sep 2016 10:55am
Rain thorns
I would like to know
the sound of my tear
while it slips upon my cheek
and if it’s the same harmless sound
like the one of a raindrop
falling down a tree leaf
and then it slips upon the next leaf
and then to the one below
until it fells onto the ground
and gets dry silently from time
like got my eyes and now…
and now not even sadness
can make them wet enough.
Are the notes that dress my raindrop
thin and audible
or maybe heavy and obscure
like a half sun in the sea?
I remember me –the rain- ...
the sound of my tear
while it slips upon my cheek
and if it’s the same harmless sound
like the one of a raindrop
falling down a tree leaf
and then it slips upon the next leaf
and then to the one below
until it fells onto the ground
and gets dry silently from time
like got my eyes and now…
and now not even sadness
can make them wet enough.
Are the notes that dress my raindrop
thin and audible
or maybe heavy and obscure
like a half sun in the sea?
I remember me –the rain- ...
588 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Sep 2016 7:41pm
10th Sep 2016 7:41pm
Just glasses
My glasses have died
I wasn’t blind
it was just supposed to be sunny.
I wasn’t blind
it was just supposed to be sunny.
596 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2016 3:22pm
22nd Aug 2016 3:22pm
Glamorous heaven
Wanted to sing without a body
but the mirror between myself and I
was reflecting a useless need
to rest my head
on a glamorous heaven
free of sound and movement
full of tears and innocence
planting my soul
uprooting my destination.
***Writer´s note: Inspired from the painting of Zdzisław Beksiński. Written for Katja´s comp.
but the mirror between myself and I
was reflecting a useless need
to rest my head
on a glamorous heaven
free of sound and movement
full of tears and innocence
planting my soul
uprooting my destination.
***Writer´s note: Inspired from the painting of Zdzisław Beksiński. Written for Katja´s comp.
714 reads
14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2016 11:27am
17th Aug 2016 11:27am
Making love with poetry
Wear a poem before you come in contact
with the paper. This way, you avoid the occasion
of getting pregnant and the transmission
of wrongly transmitted meanings.
Make sure that the exclamations
are in the external part of the poem.
If they are in the internal, then the poem is inside out.
Squeeze the emotional ending of the poem
so that there will be trapped vocabulary in your thoughts.
As you keep on squeezing the closed side of the poem
use your stylus in order to unroll it softly
in full development until its base.
If...
with the paper. This way, you avoid the occasion
of getting pregnant and the transmission
of wrongly transmitted meanings.
Make sure that the exclamations
are in the external part of the poem.
If they are in the internal, then the poem is inside out.
Squeeze the emotional ending of the poem
so that there will be trapped vocabulary in your thoughts.
As you keep on squeezing the closed side of the poem
use your stylus in order to unroll it softly
in full development until its base.
If...
718 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2016 1:08am
12th Aug 2016 1:08am
Old
I see how many agendas
and calendars you have
and I feel that
you are getting old.
and calendars you have
and I feel that
you are getting old.
745 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Aug 2016 1:54pm
5th Aug 2016 1:54pm
Sorry
I copied over all your messages
to a word file.
Then I filtered
by the word “sorry”.
I changed the color to red in this word
and all the text
seemed incorrect.
Sorry about that.
to a word file.
Then I filtered
by the word “sorry”.
I changed the color to red in this word
and all the text
seemed incorrect.
Sorry about that.
744 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2016 11:45am
26th Jul 2016 11:45am
Shiny excel people
The workers
were cleaning
the glass of the company
from outside
listening loud
to “shiny happy people”
the people
inside the company
were working
on excel
behind the dirty glass.
were cleaning
the glass of the company
from outside
listening loud
to “shiny happy people”
the people
inside the company
were working
on excel
behind the dirty glass.
678 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jul 2016 3:41pm
12th Jul 2016 3:41pm
To melt or not to melt
My sensitive crumb
scared to mess with you
scared to make you wet
cause your innocent soul is soft
and I was born to quench the thirst.
To kiss you means to melt you
to touch you means to smash you
to love you means to leave you.
Me, the water, feeling like a drop,
seeing you turns me iced
and that’s the only way
to be inside you for a moment
without hearting you
being cuspidate and strong
just with a glance of yours
and when your warmth
will start melting me
and the roles will change again ...
scared to mess with you
scared to make you wet
cause your innocent soul is soft
and I was born to quench the thirst.
To kiss you means to melt you
to touch you means to smash you
to love you means to leave you.
Me, the water, feeling like a drop,
seeing you turns me iced
and that’s the only way
to be inside you for a moment
without hearting you
being cuspidate and strong
just with a glance of yours
and when your warmth
will start melting me
and the roles will change again ...
639 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jul 2016 1:28pm
8th Jul 2016 1:28pm
Tetris
You can see it
from the way he puts the words
I
am
hungry
I need to pie
tired
I
am
I
love
you
-when there is no space at the bottom-
Miss M
E
-instead of a simple triple “you”-.
You can see it
from the way he puts his needs
he never played Tetris in his life.
from the way he puts the words
I
am
hungry
I need to pie
tired
I
am
I
love
you
-when there is no space at the bottom-
Miss M
E
-instead of a simple triple “you”-.
You can see it
from the way he puts his needs
he never played Tetris in his life.
658 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jul 2016 1:49pm
7th Jul 2016 1:49pm
Self service
Today a lovely thought
tomorrow’s nostalgia
it’s now that I can live
it’s now that I can die
a bit later, another time,
another way to think
of every lie, every truth,
every moment of soul esteem
and not self service
of what you desire.
tomorrow’s nostalgia
it’s now that I can live
it’s now that I can die
a bit later, another time,
another way to think
of every lie, every truth,
every moment of soul esteem
and not self service
of what you desire.
653 reads
2 Comments
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