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
23rd May 2016 10:59pm
23rd May 2016 10:59pm
Ten minutes life
It’s not that I’m normally shaking like a fool
it’s not that my heart beats need to be heard
I have no problem keeping my tears from falling
I always breathe without making any sound
I never sweat nor do I stutter.
It’s these ten minutes
that you made me wait for you
that changed me for an everlasting while.
it’s not that my heart beats need to be heard
I have no problem keeping my tears from falling
I always breathe without making any sound
I never sweat nor do I stutter.
It’s these ten minutes
that you made me wait for you
that changed me for an everlasting while.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2016 3:08am
12th May 2016 3:08am
Knowing you
I know you so much
that it makes it so difficult
to accept who you are
and even more difficult
to accept who you are not…
that it makes it so difficult
to accept who you are
and even more difficult
to accept who you are not…
702 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th May 2016 2:41am
5th May 2016 2:41am
Suffer life
I touch you and I suffer
you touch me and you suffer
what more can I ask for
in order to kill
a perfect life...
you touch me and you suffer
what more can I ask for
in order to kill
a perfect life...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Apr 2016 4:03pm
25th Apr 2016 4:03pm
Bad day
You ask for a cup of tea
I lick the drops unable to see
The words in your mouth were dead
The damage in your eyes was red
Don’t be afraid, we’ll manage the ache
The smell in our bodies will never break.
And now I’m here and you are far away
My whole life seems a bad bad day
You came with your suitcase
Trying to rest the case
Last morning, last kiss, last everything
My lust for you couldn’t change anything.
Little by little
The days will be sunny again
Little by little
The distance will smash...
I lick the drops unable to see
The words in your mouth were dead
The damage in your eyes was red
Don’t be afraid, we’ll manage the ache
The smell in our bodies will never break.
And now I’m here and you are far away
My whole life seems a bad bad day
You came with your suitcase
Trying to rest the case
Last morning, last kiss, last everything
My lust for you couldn’t change anything.
Little by little
The days will be sunny again
Little by little
The distance will smash...
663 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Apr 2016 3:57pm
25th Apr 2016 3:57pm
When all my thoughts about you will disappear
When all my thoughts about you will disappear
you’ll become an unreal touch
a virgin moment
sterile
which will make love
with my new Hocus-Copus.
Tufts of hair is my pang
cut from the roots of love,
like a soft pinch
I feel your elimination
trying to keep inside my veins
only my first thought about you
the one that was only smiling.
When all my thoughts about you will disappear
I’ll be lighter
maybe I will be able to fly
without falling onto burning dreams
maybe I’ll be able to smile again ...
you’ll become an unreal touch
a virgin moment
sterile
which will make love
with my new Hocus-Copus.
Tufts of hair is my pang
cut from the roots of love,
like a soft pinch
I feel your elimination
trying to keep inside my veins
only my first thought about you
the one that was only smiling.
When all my thoughts about you will disappear
I’ll be lighter
maybe I will be able to fly
without falling onto burning dreams
maybe I’ll be able to smile again ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2016 11:12am
22nd Apr 2016 11:12am
You and the doctor
You go to the doctor and it’s like you are going
to an out of space health program.
He asks you questions to make you feel bad,
questions to make you feel the fever
entering slowly in your soul.
You have a sore throat but it doesn’t matter
you have a stomach ache but you need to prove
that your blood pressure is fine
–convenient power in an armless mind-.
The doctor thinks that nobody smoke cigarettes
nobody drink coca cola or eating junk food.
You have to prove that you have a natural sickness
a biblical disorder, the nothing rare but...
to an out of space health program.
He asks you questions to make you feel bad,
questions to make you feel the fever
entering slowly in your soul.
You have a sore throat but it doesn’t matter
you have a stomach ache but you need to prove
that your blood pressure is fine
–convenient power in an armless mind-.
The doctor thinks that nobody smoke cigarettes
nobody drink coca cola or eating junk food.
You have to prove that you have a natural sickness
a biblical disorder, the nothing rare but...
#NaPoWriMo2016
643 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Apr 2016 3:24pm
15th Apr 2016 3:24pm
Puzzling / Alarm
With a hug, I rise your body,
I engrave on it my initials
so it will never be dark again.
You’re a puzzle to me, and you always will be.
First, I do your lips
then I do your eyes
and before I finish
I add the sound of the moment you cum.
May my hug be your omega
and our orgasms
the attachment to division
while fucking.
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While I unzip you
I feel the heat
my hands are...
I engrave on it my initials
so it will never be dark again.
You’re a puzzle to me, and you always will be.
First, I do your lips
then I do your eyes
and before I finish
I add the sound of the moment you cum.
May my hug be your omega
and our orgasms
the attachment to division
while fucking.
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While I unzip you
I feel the heat
my hands are...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2016 11:59pm
12th Apr 2016 11:59pm
Secret power
I have no time for us to connect today,
I have an hour of love class in the afternoon.
I’m doing an exchange of feelings
with a girl who is dressed,
I teach her how to go mad
and she is teaching me love. Half an hour each.
Yes, I know,
all this ancient stuff seem bullshit to you
but what can we do…
since my mother touched my dad
and he got deformed
- red like a power button-
she insists that I have to learn
the secret power of the ancient people.
I have an hour of love class in the afternoon.
I’m doing an exchange of feelings
with a girl who is dressed,
I teach her how to go mad
and she is teaching me love. Half an hour each.
Yes, I know,
all this ancient stuff seem bullshit to you
but what can we do…
since my mother touched my dad
and he got deformed
- red like a power button-
she insists that I have to learn
the secret power of the ancient people.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Apr 2016 4:34pm
12th Apr 2016 4:34pm
Perverse angel
My boss is looking at my well saved legs,
his eyes are in a stable line
staring at my tool to give birth to a child.
My mum warned me about that when I was young
I can still hear her saying
“Don’t color your lips,
don’t shave your legs,
don’t make up your face,
don’t wear short skirts!”,
What if he knew that there’s nothing more
than a hole inside my transparent skirt?
What if he knew that I prefer to go on my knees
in front of a glory hole
instead of having somebody filling my “this”.
I remember...
his eyes are in a stable line
staring at my tool to give birth to a child.
My mum warned me about that when I was young
I can still hear her saying
“Don’t color your lips,
don’t shave your legs,
don’t make up your face,
don’t wear short skirts!”,
What if he knew that there’s nothing more
than a hole inside my transparent skirt?
What if he knew that I prefer to go on my knees
in front of a glory hole
instead of having somebody filling my “this”.
I remember...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Apr 2016 9:06am
12th Apr 2016 9:06am
Balance lost
He needed to breathe but not to speak
he enjoyed to laugh but not to sound
behind his mouth he had a counter
he used it to balance his darker wishes.
He found himself giving some information
to the birds, of how they should fly,
he managed to fly once on the love of a guy
he stayed there for a moment or two before he died.
He never knew that sex was not a book
he was trying to get horny by reading his dick
when he realized that there was no culture on it
he just grabbed it, balance lost, eyes shut and that was it.
he enjoyed to laugh but not to sound
behind his mouth he had a counter
he used it to balance his darker wishes.
He found himself giving some information
to the birds, of how they should fly,
he managed to fly once on the love of a guy
he stayed there for a moment or two before he died.
He never knew that sex was not a book
he was trying to get horny by reading his dick
when he realized that there was no culture on it
he just grabbed it, balance lost, eyes shut and that was it.
609 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2016 8:59am
5th Apr 2016 8:59am
The place I would love to live in
If I had to think of a place to miss
I would have chosen the space between
a memory of a hug on a bench –white bench-
and the feeling of a kiss on a bed –black bed-.
Then, I would realize, that there is no space
there is no bench, and no bed to believe in
if there’s no place with green trees and orange juice
but only dust and sounds of pain and misty belief.
How can I miss my childhood
and the ice-cream shops
when I know I will never be adult enough
-although I became more than an adult
on my eighth year of life-
and how can I...
I would have chosen the space between
a memory of a hug on a bench –white bench-
and the feeling of a kiss on a bed –black bed-.
Then, I would realize, that there is no space
there is no bench, and no bed to believe in
if there’s no place with green trees and orange juice
but only dust and sounds of pain and misty belief.
How can I miss my childhood
and the ice-cream shops
when I know I will never be adult enough
-although I became more than an adult
on my eighth year of life-
and how can I...
617 reads
2 Comments
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