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.
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 5:01pm
30th Mar 2016 5:01pm
The last episode of Golden Girls
I can understand that you’ve been stolen
that you lost your mobile phone
that you missed your flight
but how could you not miss
the last episode of Golden Girls
in order to see me?
You put me on bed, closed the door
you said you were going to take a shower
and left me locked in the bedroom.
Is this white yours or is the bleach
you used instead of shampoo?
Should I wait or should I call an ambulance
and tell them that my bf got cleaner
than the white house?
I think I might watch a porn movie
one with small dicks ...
that you lost your mobile phone
that you missed your flight
but how could you not miss
the last episode of Golden Girls
in order to see me?
You put me on bed, closed the door
you said you were going to take a shower
and left me locked in the bedroom.
Is this white yours or is the bleach
you used instead of shampoo?
Should I wait or should I call an ambulance
and tell them that my bf got cleaner
than the white house?
I think I might watch a porn movie
one with small dicks ...
616 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 2:00pm
22nd Mar 2016 2:00pm
Page 69
I opened the magazine on page 69
my dearest number since I was nine
I thought it was comics, I wanted to laugh
surprised I saw a woman and two men having a rough
it was in black and white, small pics with big pricks
at the end of the page you could hear them screaming
I got scared cause my pants went mad like lips
and the voice of my father was coming closer to the ring
I tore this page and hide it under my mattress
and once in a while I was releasing my mad stress
since this day my daddy was in a depression
nobody knew why, but...
my dearest number since I was nine
I thought it was comics, I wanted to laugh
surprised I saw a woman and two men having a rough
it was in black and white, small pics with big pricks
at the end of the page you could hear them screaming
I got scared cause my pants went mad like lips
and the voice of my father was coming closer to the ring
I tore this page and hide it under my mattress
and once in a while I was releasing my mad stress
since this day my daddy was in a depression
nobody knew why, but...
659 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 3:27pm
21st Mar 2016 3:27pm
Clothes are not important any more
The morning is my childhood, my brightest toy,
I cry, I laugh, and I meet my mom and my dad
they give me a name, a hug and a slap.
The noon is coming with my coming of age
and I start my manifest
choosing the green from the meat.
I play with boys, I play with girls
I feel I am the freedom in the cage of the world.
When the afternoon comes I already have a past
I am trapped, I need to escape from it
I do meditation, I read a thousand books,
I listen to the music and play guitar
I write poems and go to church. ...
I cry, I laugh, and I meet my mom and my dad
they give me a name, a hug and a slap.
The noon is coming with my coming of age
and I start my manifest
choosing the green from the meat.
I play with boys, I play with girls
I feel I am the freedom in the cage of the world.
When the afternoon comes I already have a past
I am trapped, I need to escape from it
I do meditation, I read a thousand books,
I listen to the music and play guitar
I write poems and go to church. ...
645 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Mar 2016 1:51pm
9th Mar 2016 1:51pm
Smoking pot
The third drink
was fairly enough
to love him more
than she would have
loved him
five minutes before.
She started kissing him
just right at the bar
before they leave
and go at the car.
The day before
her wedding dress
was prepared
innocent white
sewed with ten years
of feeling uptight.
The year before
her virgin boyfriend
asked her to marry him
she cried a lot
she was never good
in controlling happiness
and started smoking pot.
The life before
for sure...
was fairly enough
to love him more
than she would have
loved him
five minutes before.
She started kissing him
just right at the bar
before they leave
and go at the car.
The day before
her wedding dress
was prepared
innocent white
sewed with ten years
of feeling uptight.
The year before
her virgin boyfriend
asked her to marry him
she cried a lot
she was never good
in controlling happiness
and started smoking pot.
The life before
for sure...
802 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Feb 2016 7:50pm
28th Feb 2016 7:50pm
Fear of nothing
I fear of nothing
and that’s my greatest fear.
What if one day
there will be nothing at all
wake up in the morning
without nothing to do
the world full of people
idle and wasted on nothingness
looking for something
that smells life itself
unable to find
the alternative of something
that is already digest?
I fear of nothing
feelings thrown in the rubbish
words to remain unspoken
bodies that will never be touched
lips that will stop being kissed.
So scared to lose...
and that’s my greatest fear.
What if one day
there will be nothing at all
wake up in the morning
without nothing to do
the world full of people
idle and wasted on nothingness
looking for something
that smells life itself
unable to find
the alternative of something
that is already digest?
I fear of nothing
feelings thrown in the rubbish
words to remain unspoken
bodies that will never be touched
lips that will stop being kissed.
So scared to lose...
704 reads
16 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Feb 2016 4:52pm
26th Feb 2016 4:52pm
Voices view
I could solely see voices
for the first half an hour
imagining the faces
the hands and the feet
I had a beer and a shot alone
at the bar next to the Jacuzzi
water splattering my years and fears.
Then I decided to go upstairs
to be lost in the dark rooms,
voices again but this time
louder and happier,
I entered a room
and placed my knees
between six feet
I could touch them
I could smell the leather
of the bed and the boots.
I fantasized three sweating men
tired voices -eating one the...
for the first half an hour
imagining the faces
the hands and the feet
I had a beer and a shot alone
at the bar next to the Jacuzzi
water splattering my years and fears.
Then I decided to go upstairs
to be lost in the dark rooms,
voices again but this time
louder and happier,
I entered a room
and placed my knees
between six feet
I could touch them
I could smell the leather
of the bed and the boots.
I fantasized three sweating men
tired voices -eating one the...
672 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2016 11:49am
19th Feb 2016 11:49am
Assembling
Assembling,
you that you do all a whole
grab my pieces and put them into place,
some god conjured them up
incomprehensibly.
Please help me
I need my hands in their place
so my body can be crucified again
either as a man or as a woman.
When my masculine was born, I told him:
“You have one hundred years more the less
to save the world
don’t start trying too late”.
When my feminine was born, I told her:
“You have one hundred years more the less
to save the world
don’t start trying too late”. ...
you that you do all a whole
grab my pieces and put them into place,
some god conjured them up
incomprehensibly.
Please help me
I need my hands in their place
so my body can be crucified again
either as a man or as a woman.
When my masculine was born, I told him:
“You have one hundred years more the less
to save the world
don’t start trying too late”.
When my feminine was born, I told her:
“You have one hundred years more the less
to save the world
don’t start trying too late”. ...
660 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
8th Feb 2016 2:17pm
8th Feb 2016 2:17pm
What about life?
And then I was at the balcony on the first floor
and I was thinking that I could see it all,
and then on the second and then on the third floor
still thinking I had seen it all.
And now I’m at the balcony of the last floor
no more to go further, no way to go back.
Nobody thinks that he had a life well lived,
complaints and i-tears ringing everyday
from homeless emotions to real and not virtual explosions.
Why my hair is not curly enough?
Why my eyes are brown and not blue?
Why I’m...
and I was thinking that I could see it all,
and then on the second and then on the third floor
still thinking I had seen it all.
And now I’m at the balcony of the last floor
no more to go further, no way to go back.
Nobody thinks that he had a life well lived,
complaints and i-tears ringing everyday
from homeless emotions to real and not virtual explosions.
Why my hair is not curly enough?
Why my eyes are brown and not blue?
Why I’m...
756 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2016 10:45pm
2nd Feb 2016 10:45pm
Put your sperm around me, I will inhale
1330 reads
2 Comments
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