Submissions by JuLes (Iulian Caloianu)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2013 1:22am
5th May 2013 1:22am
Death of Art
Oh, rest my child of everlasting passion
Of whom God made this decade’s hellish fire,
Forever loved, now enter God’s Empire,
And let His magic carry on your ashes.
To rest is time. To rest and be forgiven.
For all those years of warming light, I thank you
No single soul like yours shall enter Heaven
No gift like yours to any will be given.
I must now leave you child, the wars are coming
And this one story really needs completing.
The Death of Art I’m witnessing defeated,
And poets at the bleeding arc are dying.
Of whom God made this decade’s hellish fire,
Forever loved, now enter God’s Empire,
And let His magic carry on your ashes.
To rest is time. To rest and be forgiven.
For all those years of warming light, I thank you
No single soul like yours shall enter Heaven
No gift like yours to any will be given.
I must now leave you child, the wars are coming
And this one story really needs completing.
The Death of Art I’m witnessing defeated,
And poets at the bleeding arc are dying.
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Feb 2012 4:12am
13th Feb 2012 4:12am
I die
I’ll hang myself tonight.
I’m meaning nothing else;
I feel this air tonight
Paints corridors of death;
I’ll follow them like stars
At midnight when you sleep
And dangling from the light
My lifeless head will swing.
The prettiest you are...!
How could I ever think
My numbing breath could charm
A more delightful cheek...
And lusting heart could sway
A more intriguing mind...
That vengeful winds can’t torn
And Timeless waves can’t wipe...
My baby, how you’ve grown, ...
I’m meaning nothing else;
I feel this air tonight
Paints corridors of death;
I’ll follow them like stars
At midnight when you sleep
And dangling from the light
My lifeless head will swing.
The prettiest you are...!
How could I ever think
My numbing breath could charm
A more delightful cheek...
And lusting heart could sway
A more intriguing mind...
That vengeful winds can’t torn
And Timeless waves can’t wipe...
My baby, how you’ve grown, ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 1:05pm
4th Sep 2011 1:05pm
Divine
Divine
It hurts in ways no artist can ever spill in words
Or colours; I’m this artist that wants his time revoked;
I’m off this world; this bedroom, this stale, uncanny feeling
And treachery...Oh, hear me, My Lord of Faith, what being
Upon this Land of hopeless and arbitrary killing
Deserves this monstrous hurt?
I may not be a poet.
But innocent my ways are and harmless is my soul
My mind and heart, and selfless my family back home
My strange, entwined persona like a revengeful storm
‘Tis not your Godly given you speared when I...
It hurts in ways no artist can ever spill in words
Or colours; I’m this artist that wants his time revoked;
I’m off this world; this bedroom, this stale, uncanny feeling
And treachery...Oh, hear me, My Lord of Faith, what being
Upon this Land of hopeless and arbitrary killing
Deserves this monstrous hurt?
I may not be a poet.
But innocent my ways are and harmless is my soul
My mind and heart, and selfless my family back home
My strange, entwined persona like a revengeful storm
‘Tis not your Godly given you speared when I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Apr 2011 2:45am
16th Apr 2011 2:45am
Criminal
I’m sorry little thing; I’ve raped your trusting heart...
And with this knife, our tale, forever I disrupt;
You meant so much, and words, so candid seemed and right...
Who would have thought this day, would be our very last...?
Shall I look back? My love, so honest I despair,
And innocent like fleeting desires of young men,
I’m torn like pray, and scared of never-ending hell
For what I’ve done, I’m done; I’m on my way to jail...
Caressing you I’ll be when dreams of madness come...
When lifted from this world my presence will become,
And locked...
And with this knife, our tale, forever I disrupt;
You meant so much, and words, so candid seemed and right...
Who would have thought this day, would be our very last...?
Shall I look back? My love, so honest I despair,
And innocent like fleeting desires of young men,
I’m torn like pray, and scared of never-ending hell
For what I’ve done, I’m done; I’m on my way to jail...
Caressing you I’ll be when dreams of madness come...
When lifted from this world my presence will become,
And locked...
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2011 3:39am
12th Feb 2011 3:39am
Sick
Sick
I’m sick of being pushed
I’m sick of feeling old,
I’m sick of being broke
I’m sick of dreaming gold,
I’m sick of wasting time,
I’m sick of feeling free,
I’m sick of saying “fine”
When asked how things have been,
I’m sick of missing stuff,
Like when you’re not around,
I’m sick of getting hot,
I’m sick of us apart,
I’m sick of being nice
To people I don’t like,
I’m sick of saying “hi”
And sick to hear it back,
I’m sick of drinking piss,
I’m sick of pissing blood,
I’m...
I’m sick of being pushed
I’m sick of feeling old,
I’m sick of being broke
I’m sick of dreaming gold,
I’m sick of wasting time,
I’m sick of feeling free,
I’m sick of saying “fine”
When asked how things have been,
I’m sick of missing stuff,
Like when you’re not around,
I’m sick of getting hot,
I’m sick of us apart,
I’m sick of being nice
To people I don’t like,
I’m sick of saying “hi”
And sick to hear it back,
I’m sick of drinking piss,
I’m sick of pissing blood,
I’m...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Oct 2010 3:43am
18th Oct 2010 3:43am
Living
..And so constraint and modest, we march towards work like
soldiers;
No shame, no pride, no nothing; our hearts have long been
raped.
In trains we greet each other, and walk the aisle like
strangers
Inhibited and troubled by taxes and by debt.
No age in this, we’re equal. Upon life’s gripping problems
We all look out the windows: eyes filled with morning sun...
Hands weak, held down together, hunched back and stripped off
honour
Like rabbits chased by bulldogs, set out by men for fun.
We all know where we’re heading; we ought to; it’s...
soldiers;
No shame, no pride, no nothing; our hearts have long been
raped.
In trains we greet each other, and walk the aisle like
strangers
Inhibited and troubled by taxes and by debt.
No age in this, we’re equal. Upon life’s gripping problems
We all look out the windows: eyes filled with morning sun...
Hands weak, held down together, hunched back and stripped off
honour
Like rabbits chased by bulldogs, set out by men for fun.
We all know where we’re heading; we ought to; it’s...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2010 2:41am
3rd Oct 2010 2:41am
Emptiness
I wake up to a morning of rain and petty alleys
And listen to the music of rattling nature bloom...
The tatty sheets look sickened of all the toss and turning
While daylight shows up ghostly, and rushes through my room.
I close the drapes and ponder. There’s just so much I’m
missing...
To me is like all flowers are colourless and pale,
All smiles are there, I see them, but lack warmth, life and
feeling
And every man looks altered by lying and betrayal.
It’s times like these when angels remind me that I need you,
And paint me dreams of...
And listen to the music of rattling nature bloom...
The tatty sheets look sickened of all the toss and turning
While daylight shows up ghostly, and rushes through my room.
I close the drapes and ponder. There’s just so much I’m
missing...
To me is like all flowers are colourless and pale,
All smiles are there, I see them, but lack warmth, life and
feeling
And every man looks altered by lying and betrayal.
It’s times like these when angels remind me that I need you,
And paint me dreams of...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Sep 2010 00:06am
27th Sep 2010 00:06am
Revelation
I’m leaving this book open; today my heart no longer
Conceals affairs or feelings I’m too afraid to share...
Just mind each page and live with each word you read, like
water
Through crystal stones lives freely and calmly shares its
tale...
My story thus, you know it; such simple, sadden glory
And unforgiving manners, as if were of cold...
Now everything no longer makes up a hidden story
But shows its sinful artist along with all his work...
My work: the love I’ve cherished and bragged about with
passion,...
Conceals affairs or feelings I’m too afraid to share...
Just mind each page and live with each word you read, like
water
Through crystal stones lives freely and calmly shares its
tale...
My story thus, you know it; such simple, sadden glory
And unforgiving manners, as if were of cold...
Now everything no longer makes up a hidden story
But shows its sinful artist along with all his work...
My work: the love I’ve cherished and bragged about with
passion,...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th May 2010 3:53am
15th May 2010 3:53am
Failure
I wish I had a weapon; sometimes this pressure kills me,
And leaves a trail of anger and sadness in my heart;
With so much stuff to cope with and feelings that I bottle
Up in my blood like murders of an infamous runner
I think my sense of balance falls more and more apart.
And all I ever wanted was things to change, get better...
And make the ones around me feel prouder; never did.
So while I’m on these mountains and trying to get higher
My arms get weak and vultures start pecking at them harder
And harder until nothing is really...
And leaves a trail of anger and sadness in my heart;
With so much stuff to cope with and feelings that I bottle
Up in my blood like murders of an infamous runner
I think my sense of balance falls more and more apart.
And all I ever wanted was things to change, get better...
And make the ones around me feel prouder; never did.
So while I’m on these mountains and trying to get higher
My arms get weak and vultures start pecking at them harder
And harder until nothing is really...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2010 2:40am
21st Apr 2010 2:40am
Missing...
Missing
I miss a lot of things that once meant nothing
Never have I felt so numb and sad.
Pictures of my house keep coming at me,
Images of people come alive.
There’s my little brother playing soccer,
And my grandma walking down that knoll;
How did I not see it come, I wonder?
How can things go back the way they were?
I had all I needed to be happy,
And I was, but years went by, and things
Started changing: I got older, maybe
Unfulfilled and overwhelmed by needs.
So I packed my bag and said “I’ll miss you,
But my...
I miss a lot of things that once meant nothing
Never have I felt so numb and sad.
Pictures of my house keep coming at me,
Images of people come alive.
There’s my little brother playing soccer,
And my grandma walking down that knoll;
How did I not see it come, I wonder?
How can things go back the way they were?
I had all I needed to be happy,
And I was, but years went by, and things
Started changing: I got older, maybe
Unfulfilled and overwhelmed by needs.
So I packed my bag and said “I’ll miss you,
But my...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2010 3:21am
29th Mar 2010 3:21am
Humble
I know I’ve been too selfish to cross that Chapel’s doorway
And praise You God and revel Your Kingdom up in skies;
But after years of freedom I’m now distraught by trouble
Unable to move forward and drawn in rain and rubble
By my own hand, so Father, please hear my selfish cry.
I meant no harm to no one, and always loved the humble
And never wanted fortunes to fill my heart with greed;
I cared about the others, and did my best to never
Let down or hurt whoever I’ve come across and trembled
When innocents were begging for food across my street.
...
And praise You God and revel Your Kingdom up in skies;
But after years of freedom I’m now distraught by trouble
Unable to move forward and drawn in rain and rubble
By my own hand, so Father, please hear my selfish cry.
I meant no harm to no one, and always loved the humble
And never wanted fortunes to fill my heart with greed;
I cared about the others, and did my best to never
Let down or hurt whoever I’ve come across and trembled
When innocents were begging for food across my street.
...
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ANGER POEM
Published
25th Mar 2010 3:46am
25th Mar 2010 3:46am
Frustration
I told you millions of times to never call me
And millions again to leave my life!
Your stupid cry and never ending moaning
Unveiled your flaws and showed me what you’re like:
Some crazy ass excuse of a young lady
Who saved herself for Mister Right for years
So that when one broke through she’d have him marry
For doing to her things no one else did.
As if you were some princess in a castle
That only Chosen Ones could ever get;
I now regret that flattering and hustle
That I went through to get you into bed
And that has...
And millions again to leave my life!
Your stupid cry and never ending moaning
Unveiled your flaws and showed me what you’re like:
Some crazy ass excuse of a young lady
Who saved herself for Mister Right for years
So that when one broke through she’d have him marry
For doing to her things no one else did.
As if you were some princess in a castle
That only Chosen Ones could ever get;
I now regret that flattering and hustle
That I went through to get you into bed
And that has...
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