Submissions by Charlatan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
constant two-way journey between suicide and joie-de-vivre
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2017 00:17am
29th Jul 2017 00:17am
Übermensch
bilateral agreements
multilateral agreements
states
will cease to exist
schools with desks
parents without parenting certificate
teachers with blind authority
they won’t last much longer
political parties
false values
communists
capitalists
all these will be eaten by the gods
TV commercials
salesmen
products that make us addicted
forbidden mother nature plants
no more...
multilateral agreements
states
will cease to exist
schools with desks
parents without parenting certificate
teachers with blind authority
they won’t last much longer
political parties
false values
communists
capitalists
all these will be eaten by the gods
TV commercials
salesmen
products that make us addicted
forbidden mother nature plants
no more...
387 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2017 9:58pm
23rd Jul 2017 9:58pm
finally
finally
as a lost deer
as a small-town whore
lonely, rejected by the locals
i stole you from the turkish pasha
the alpha male
whose grandpa tortured our grandmas
i took you to my chambers of art
where you found everything
he couldn’t give you
plus your big breasts
and i manipulated them yes
oooh finally i understand the meaning of our short adventure
i can take it out now
and masturbate…
as a lost deer
as a small-town whore
lonely, rejected by the locals
i stole you from the turkish pasha
the alpha male
whose grandpa tortured our grandmas
i took you to my chambers of art
where you found everything
he couldn’t give you
plus your big breasts
and i manipulated them yes
oooh finally i understand the meaning of our short adventure
i can take it out now
and masturbate…
387 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jul 2017 8:44pm
20th Jul 2017 8:44pm
the cat
аfter us
аfter we die off
cats will take the lead of the world
the cat is a CEO
the cat is cool
the cat is beautiful
the cat gives attention only when she wants
the cat has a sense of humor
the dog does not
to be so calm in this world
means a mountain sense of humor
the dog is an idealist
the dog reads the Bible
and turns the other cheek
therefore it is seated in cages and concrete yards
and waits for the owner's selfishness
the cat does not entertain the leash
the dog needs a...
аfter we die off
cats will take the lead of the world
the cat is a CEO
the cat is cool
the cat is beautiful
the cat gives attention only when she wants
the cat has a sense of humor
the dog does not
to be so calm in this world
means a mountain sense of humor
the dog is an idealist
the dog reads the Bible
and turns the other cheek
therefore it is seated in cages and concrete yards
and waits for the owner's selfishness
the cat does not entertain the leash
the dog needs a...
365 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2017 9:15pm
17th Jul 2017 9:15pm
metamorphosis
hey you! enter my nest
we will speak, and speak …
and, when we go over the whole dictionary
we will kiss.
ashamed then we continue to talk, and talk …
until we utilize all languages we know.
only then, in a moment
we will shut up
and suddenly take off
because wings grow out of boredom.
i guess you didn’t know that birds have wings
because they don’t know how to kiss
and stay in bed all day long?
we will speak, and speak …
and, when we go over the whole dictionary
we will kiss.
ashamed then we continue to talk, and talk …
until we utilize all languages we know.
only then, in a moment
we will shut up
and suddenly take off
because wings grow out of boredom.
i guess you didn’t know that birds have wings
because they don’t know how to kiss
and stay in bed all day long?
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jul 2017 1:35pm
6th Jul 2017 1:35pm
teens
you and i
bicycle park weed pinkfloyd sex
weed pinkfloyd sex bicycle park
sex weed pinkfloyd sex bicycle park
bicycle park bicycle park pinkfloyd weed
feethands park pinkfloyd feethands sex
sex feethands park book feethands weed pinkfloyd
bicycle park wine weed cinema bicycle pinkfloyd
you and i
left right
right left
up down
down up
bicycle park weed pinkfloyd sex
weed pinkfloyd sex bicycle park
sex weed pinkfloyd sex bicycle park
bicycle park bicycle park pinkfloyd weed
feethands park pinkfloyd feethands sex
sex feethands park book feethands weed pinkfloyd
bicycle park wine weed cinema bicycle pinkfloyd
you and i
left right
right left
up down
down up
439 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th May 2017 00:37am
17th May 2017 00:37am
If poets were something else
if poets were
musicians
there would be free concerts
all around the world,
in stadiums,
shopping malls,
narrow streets.
if poets were
bakers
there wouldn´t be
hungry people on this world.
let the poets be drivers
to let the lost
wanderers
inside their full buses.
if poets were fish
I affirm responsibly:
they would jump
voluntarily
in the mouths of the fishermen.
sadly, but
poets are not bus drivers,
fish nor bakers
just
messengers of god.
musicians
there would be free concerts
all around the world,
in stadiums,
shopping malls,
narrow streets.
if poets were
bakers
there wouldn´t be
hungry people on this world.
let the poets be drivers
to let the lost
wanderers
inside their full buses.
if poets were fish
I affirm responsibly:
they would jump
voluntarily
in the mouths of the fishermen.
sadly, but
poets are not bus drivers,
fish nor bakers
just
messengers of god.
430 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2017 10:44pm
23rd Mar 2017 10:44pm
Never
all the people that I won’t ever get to know
all those people that I see on the streets
: bitter pain
all the women I will never fuck/love
- read only one, both together are deadly
all the women I will never taste
never wake them up in the morning
never force me out of their bed to tidy up
all morning coffees without sugar
all their irrational fears
all those stories I unwillingly hear
all their hairstyles ...
all those people that I see on the streets
: bitter pain
all the women I will never fuck/love
- read only one, both together are deadly
all the women I will never taste
never wake them up in the morning
never force me out of their bed to tidy up
all morning coffees without sugar
all their irrational fears
all those stories I unwillingly hear
all their hairstyles ...
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0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2017 00:24am
23rd Mar 2017 00:24am
Since we left the trees
since we left the trees
we’ve built bridges
yet tanks are crossing them.
where are the bridges
for the lost souls?
since we left the trees
we’ve raised fences
to prevent those who differ from us to enter.
fences became cages
for our hearts.
since we left the trees
we’ve built complex machines
to solve our problems.
we couldn’t know
that our problems are simple.
we’ve built bridges
yet tanks are crossing them.
where are the bridges
for the lost souls?
since we left the trees
we’ve raised fences
to prevent those who differ from us to enter.
fences became cages
for our hearts.
since we left the trees
we’ve built complex machines
to solve our problems.
we couldn’t know
that our problems are simple.
485 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2017 11:58pm
22nd Mar 2017 11:58pm
Let me read
once again that stupid sound
attempts to disrupt my non-existence
to bring me back to the stupid world
from my senseless unconsciousness.
“who are you and what the hell do you want ?”
-i pretend I don’t know him.
“You need to go to work.” (you need to be a robot)
no, not today, no
look I am sick (I am not).
i lie and i don’t feel guilty-
it makes me happy, free
nobody will miss me
that is true.
so let me and my bed
all day long in the same relative position
to read,
just read
words, ...
attempts to disrupt my non-existence
to bring me back to the stupid world
from my senseless unconsciousness.
“who are you and what the hell do you want ?”
-i pretend I don’t know him.
“You need to go to work.” (you need to be a robot)
no, not today, no
look I am sick (I am not).
i lie and i don’t feel guilty-
it makes me happy, free
nobody will miss me
that is true.
so let me and my bed
all day long in the same relative position
to read,
just read
words, ...
486 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2017 11:03am
13th Mar 2017 11:03am
Dream the reality
Dream the reality
Freedom is the word for you
- for me -
for the bird, the sun, the cow
- and your nose –
The dream wins over the reality.
What is dreamed of
Is tastier than what touches the senses.
For you create the maze
For the lost electrons inside
That create the image of possibilities,
- you decide when they will find the exit of the maze -
What outside of you is taking form
You don’t control – powerless, , you are.
It is not your child
- you merely put the salt in...
Freedom is the word for you
- for me -
for the bird, the sun, the cow
- and your nose –
The dream wins over the reality.
What is dreamed of
Is tastier than what touches the senses.
For you create the maze
For the lost electrons inside
That create the image of possibilities,
- you decide when they will find the exit of the maze -
What outside of you is taking form
You don’t control – powerless, , you are.
It is not your child
- you merely put the salt in...
466 reads
2 Comments
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