Submissions by ArthurVaso
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
12th May 2019 4:31am
12th May 2019 4:31am
ExPain
splashes me his smile
never the rain
mirages of ballet noir
alleyways ferme
no one escapes
vaguely
I glimpse the clouds
he holds a pen
both dream of when
words and the sky
become one
compressed
agony
never the rain
mirages of ballet noir
alleyways ferme
no one escapes
vaguely
I glimpse the clouds
he holds a pen
both dream of when
words and the sky
become one
compressed
agony
#suffering
532 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2018 8:26am
2nd Feb 2018 8:26am
A bureaucrate crate
One is a functionary
Follows rules
Not understood
never looks under the hood
Oversees the masses
With uneducated glasses
Always right in his narrow minds eye
Only wrong if reality is unkind
Ferrero the Sicilian
Once encountered such a nut
In concrete went one bureaucratic butt
Sadly that is never enough
Head in the clouds
The rest in the mud
Why do they hide
As fanatical masks deride
Follows rules
Not understood
never looks under the hood
Oversees the masses
With uneducated glasses
Always right in his narrow minds eye
Only wrong if reality is unkind
Ferrero the Sicilian
Once encountered such a nut
In concrete went one bureaucratic butt
Sadly that is never enough
Head in the clouds
The rest in the mud
Why do they hide
As fanatical masks deride
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2018 6:23am
30th Jan 2018 6:23am
French Revolution
A Parody
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the...
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the...
537 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
16th Oct 2017 00:29am
16th Oct 2017 00:29am
Me Seeks
Ode to Rick and Morty
Life
Meaning
Mortification
Rickety explanations
Pickles taking up space
And Time
Summer is dizzy
As not all the lines rhyme
Flasks of brilliance
As Rick buckles up
Spaceships
Flying right ups ones
Voyages of destiny
Old Volks of other times
Riding in old wagons
Listening to tales
Physics with a few ales
Wondrous tales
Of the other universes
Flying in the face of time
Rick and Morty
Neither has a dime
Life
Meaning
Mortification
Rickety explanations
Pickles taking up space
And Time
Summer is dizzy
As not all the lines rhyme
Flasks of brilliance
As Rick buckles up
Spaceships
Flying right ups ones
Voyages of destiny
Old Volks of other times
Riding in old wagons
Listening to tales
Physics with a few ales
Wondrous tales
Of the other universes
Flying in the face of time
Rick and Morty
Neither has a dime
595 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Oct 2017 5:11am
15th Oct 2017 5:11am
Stark Oldness
I was pissing poetry
Right out of the womb
Now I am pissing poetry
On the way to my tomb
One you escape from
One you do not
Life is a dead end
Suicide is a hope
Walking along dead end streets
Losing memories and endless sleep
Running away from fears unknown
Pissing away moments, a life stolen
Right out of the womb
Now I am pissing poetry
On the way to my tomb
One you escape from
One you do not
Life is a dead end
Suicide is a hope
Walking along dead end streets
Losing memories and endless sleep
Running away from fears unknown
Pissing away moments, a life stolen
461 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Oct 2017 4:44am
7th Oct 2017 4:44am
The Palace
Thieves in the night
Playing with copyright
Poisoned pens
Vultures in the den
In the Palace of hypocrites
Tea served at ten
If only the winds of the sea
And the rains of the sky
In a massive hurricane
Could sweep the Palace on by
Note: Inspired by a book of the same name.
Playing with copyright
Poisoned pens
Vultures in the den
In the Palace of hypocrites
Tea served at ten
If only the winds of the sea
And the rains of the sky
In a massive hurricane
Could sweep the Palace on by
Note: Inspired by a book of the same name.
458 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Sep 2017 1:33am
26th Sep 2017 1:33am
Where Whispers Begin
whisper the word
"forever" in my ears
and my arms will be yours
my hands shall caress your neck
as we embrace the heat of eternity
Kissing our fears away....
"forever" in my ears
and my arms will be yours
my hands shall caress your neck
as we embrace the heat of eternity
Kissing our fears away....
551 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Aug 2017 2:48am
27th Aug 2017 2:48am
Bleed For Me
Why?
Why what she says?
Why do you cut, why do you bleed yourself?
Why do birds fly, how the heck should I know?
Ah but you are so beautiful, soft and sweet
You see only as you wish, no one looks closer
At the inside of me
No one sees the mirror I see
Tiss not true, I see through your eyes
Come then take a good look, stare into my emptiness
You see nothing ok?
I remain quiet, somewhat stunned at the rebuke
We both stare out the window, a broken neon sign
Singing with the wind
...
Why what she says?
Why do you cut, why do you bleed yourself?
Why do birds fly, how the heck should I know?
Ah but you are so beautiful, soft and sweet
You see only as you wish, no one looks closer
At the inside of me
No one sees the mirror I see
Tiss not true, I see through your eyes
Come then take a good look, stare into my emptiness
You see nothing ok?
I remain quiet, somewhat stunned at the rebuke
We both stare out the window, a broken neon sign
Singing with the wind
...
651 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2017 2:15am
27th Aug 2017 2:15am
What May or May Not Have Been
Hands like the branches of a tree
Waving in the wind
Waving to the sound of the violin
Drum beats and heart depletes
Eyes that pierce
Like swords through my heart
She dances around my lingering thoughts
Day and night a string of nightmares begin
Of a musical love and notes that ring
I wonder what may have been
If she let me play her violin
Inspired by the following song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICUb7y1QCXs
Waving in the wind
Waving to the sound of the violin
Drum beats and heart depletes
Eyes that pierce
Like swords through my heart
She dances around my lingering thoughts
Day and night a string of nightmares begin
Of a musical love and notes that ring
I wonder what may have been
If she let me play her violin
Inspired by the following song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICUb7y1QCXs
480 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Aug 2017 00:08am
21st Aug 2017 00:08am
The Lovers Rose
Roses
Gently caressed by the wind
Their fragrance
A narration of love inclined
Each petal a lovers kiss
In this garden of springs
Alone
I reminisce
Gently caressed by the wind
Their fragrance
A narration of love inclined
Each petal a lovers kiss
In this garden of springs
Alone
I reminisce
2807 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2017 5:43am
23rd Jul 2017 5:43am
The Chair
Everywhere
Sits the empty chair
Everywhere
The pain of despair
Behind the scent of flower beds
Lie dreams that for forever went unsaid
The chair that knows the loneliness there
In death my ghost can only stare
The cracked veneer of beauty leaks
For whispers of love we all really seek
Imagine all the lives that sat
Waiting for scented blooms that never last
The chair you see, so humble and small
Is lonely in its garden of lore
So with a tear and last hope, I do implore
Hold my hand so...
Sits the empty chair
Everywhere
The pain of despair
Behind the scent of flower beds
Lie dreams that for forever went unsaid
The chair that knows the loneliness there
In death my ghost can only stare
The cracked veneer of beauty leaks
For whispers of love we all really seek
Imagine all the lives that sat
Waiting for scented blooms that never last
The chair you see, so humble and small
Is lonely in its garden of lore
So with a tear and last hope, I do implore
Hold my hand so...
690 reads
7 Comments
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