Submissions by JuLes (Iulian Caloianu)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Mar 2010 1:16am
13th Mar 2010 1:16am
Coward
I have no shame, I lie, I’m proud for nothing,
I’m casting blame and never taking fault,
I hurt you bad and took your love for granted,
Though every day I promised you I won’t.
I’ve been obsessed and blinded by my ego
And fed it with your tears at nights alone,
But never thought to spare this selfish figure
And show you more than coldness to the bone.
I’ve only mocked your beautiful emotions
And ripped them up like vultures rip their prey;
We’re now so far apart that only oceans
Could know how much our hearts had gone astray.
As...
I’m casting blame and never taking fault,
I hurt you bad and took your love for granted,
Though every day I promised you I won’t.
I’ve been obsessed and blinded by my ego
And fed it with your tears at nights alone,
But never thought to spare this selfish figure
And show you more than coldness to the bone.
I’ve only mocked your beautiful emotions
And ripped them up like vultures rip their prey;
We’re now so far apart that only oceans
Could know how much our hearts had gone astray.
As...
955 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Mar 2010 4:21pm
7th Mar 2010 4:21pm
Quitter
I feel like deep wrapped up in pain and trouble
And waves of strife are eating at my heart;
I lock myself inside these thoughts and wonders
And watch my loving hummingbird depart.
I wouldn’t even look me in the mirror;
I never thought my weakness was so great
And that when times are hard I’m but a quitter
Whose trust had shrunk and lost his self-respect.
I show so little passion and conviction,
I feel so small when things start going wrong;
I let my dreams die down and all my vision
Goes black like lyrics in a Manson song. ...
And waves of strife are eating at my heart;
I lock myself inside these thoughts and wonders
And watch my loving hummingbird depart.
I wouldn’t even look me in the mirror;
I never thought my weakness was so great
And that when times are hard I’m but a quitter
Whose trust had shrunk and lost his self-respect.
I show so little passion and conviction,
I feel so small when things start going wrong;
I let my dreams die down and all my vision
Goes black like lyrics in a Manson song. ...
864 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Feb 2010 5:31am
25th Feb 2010 5:31am
Judgmental
I think I’m judging people by preference and colour,
And I’m so wrong and hateful! I must find ways to change!
We can’t deny our fathers, or hustle one another
For wearing veils or praying, or looking different rather
Than normal as we see it and think upon these days.
I’m saying this, and some might suddenly say “Bravo!
You’ve overcome your failings and learnt to see the right
And wrong with clearness! Revel, and watch your selfish ego
Mysteriously shrinking and flying out the window
And welcome righteous feelings to see you through the night”.
...
And I’m so wrong and hateful! I must find ways to change!
We can’t deny our fathers, or hustle one another
For wearing veils or praying, or looking different rather
Than normal as we see it and think upon these days.
I’m saying this, and some might suddenly say “Bravo!
You’ve overcome your failings and learnt to see the right
And wrong with clearness! Revel, and watch your selfish ego
Mysteriously shrinking and flying out the window
And welcome righteous feelings to see you through the night”.
...
998 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
21st Feb 2010 6:41pm
21st Feb 2010 6:41pm
Solitude
It’s hard to be a hero. It’s easier when no one
Knows who you are and never says hi or shakes your hand
So you can live your hopeless and dreamless life in quiet
And have nobody crying upon your nameless grave.
It’s hard to make one happy. It’s simpler to have no one
Too close to you, like lovers who’d die if set apart.
So you won’t miss nobody, and have no one to miss you
Or care for you when sickness will weaken up your heart.
It’s hard to love and cherish. You’re better off when people
Feel nothing towards you, see you, but never know...
Knows who you are and never says hi or shakes your hand
So you can live your hopeless and dreamless life in quiet
And have nobody crying upon your nameless grave.
It’s hard to make one happy. It’s simpler to have no one
Too close to you, like lovers who’d die if set apart.
So you won’t miss nobody, and have no one to miss you
Or care for you when sickness will weaken up your heart.
It’s hard to love and cherish. You’re better off when people
Feel nothing towards you, see you, but never know...
835 reads
1 Comment
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Feb 2010 10:42am
11th Feb 2010 10:42am
Boredom
I wrote this when I was bored out of my head
I ran out of ideas. I’m running out of patience.
I’m running out of humour, and love, and will to live.
I feel like kept in prison by my own selfish creature
That tells me how he’ll never allow my soul to leave.
The distance between being all crazy and all balanced
Is shrinking as he tells me I’m going to go mad
Unless I find a secret, an open door or window
To throw myself right out of and figure this all out.
Can I? My legs are shabby. My eyes are sore and bloody ...
I ran out of ideas. I’m running out of patience.
I’m running out of humour, and love, and will to live.
I feel like kept in prison by my own selfish creature
That tells me how he’ll never allow my soul to leave.
The distance between being all crazy and all balanced
Is shrinking as he tells me I’m going to go mad
Unless I find a secret, an open door or window
To throw myself right out of and figure this all out.
Can I? My legs are shabby. My eyes are sore and bloody ...
921 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Feb 2010 12:39pm
7th Feb 2010 12:39pm
Freedom
I feel like writing something, I haven’t done it yet
This week, this month, this second seems right to run my set
Of overwhelming feelings that make this whole thing melt
And dealt by angry people who felt it as it went
Through hearts like fear, like Cupid eye-cornering a gent
Then shot him down and gently put flowers in his belt;
No explanation really to why I keep this up
And turn my lust in music and all this hate in hope
No dope required only a lonely soul and rope
To tie my hands together and put them back to work
Like work would help, like...
This week, this month, this second seems right to run my set
Of overwhelming feelings that make this whole thing melt
And dealt by angry people who felt it as it went
Through hearts like fear, like Cupid eye-cornering a gent
Then shot him down and gently put flowers in his belt;
No explanation really to why I keep this up
And turn my lust in music and all this hate in hope
No dope required only a lonely soul and rope
To tie my hands together and put them back to work
Like work would help, like...
950 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Feb 2010 6:30pm
6th Feb 2010 6:30pm
Disillusion
I’ve lost my creativity, my purpose, my life has changed and things are getting worse;
Through strife I’m running like a kite in autumn, and all my talent is forever lost.
Out there I’m going now, and lock behind me the door that once was going to my star;
Away I go, to work, to live, to suffer like others that were once too small, too far.
And seems too long since love has touch my beating; this dream I’m living now has turned me mad;
No reason to live on I find and people have made me lose myself and all I had;
How can they be so blind at moon’s perfection and...
Through strife I’m running like a kite in autumn, and all my talent is forever lost.
Out there I’m going now, and lock behind me the door that once was going to my star;
Away I go, to work, to live, to suffer like others that were once too small, too far.
And seems too long since love has touch my beating; this dream I’m living now has turned me mad;
No reason to live on I find and people have made me lose myself and all I had;
How can they be so blind at moon’s perfection and...
798 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Feb 2010 12:14pm
5th Feb 2010 12:14pm
Suicidal
Suicidal
Wouldn’t it just be simpler to go ahead and press it
Or have the guts to slit it without so many fears
That people will be judging, that “coward” they will name you
That all the blood will scare you and all the yelling will too
And you will drop the pistol and rush outside in tears?
I guess if you say ‘yes’, then come join me on that cliff edge,
The wind is blowing swiftly, so playful on our side;
Close both your eyes like I do, then grab my hand and hold it
Don’t listen to their prayers, don’t listen to their trumpet ...
Wouldn’t it just be simpler to go ahead and press it
Or have the guts to slit it without so many fears
That people will be judging, that “coward” they will name you
That all the blood will scare you and all the yelling will too
And you will drop the pistol and rush outside in tears?
I guess if you say ‘yes’, then come join me on that cliff edge,
The wind is blowing swiftly, so playful on our side;
Close both your eyes like I do, then grab my hand and hold it
Don’t listen to their prayers, don’t listen to their trumpet ...
882 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Jan 2010 4:27am
31st Jan 2010 4:27am
Guilt
And when I see that people are crushing down around me,
And I’m the reason why their suffering grows bigger,
I lift my head and waters of guilt are still upon me,
While shadows on my forehead are starting all to linger;
The blame is mine; I take it, and live with it forever;
I must admit betrayal, I must admit despair;
And when I die if fire is what my God will give me,
I should embrace it rather that fighting it in vain.
Can’t curse the day my breathing has touched this mortal waters;
Can’t blame the gift of living for everything I’ve done;...
And I’m the reason why their suffering grows bigger,
I lift my head and waters of guilt are still upon me,
While shadows on my forehead are starting all to linger;
The blame is mine; I take it, and live with it forever;
I must admit betrayal, I must admit despair;
And when I die if fire is what my God will give me,
I should embrace it rather that fighting it in vain.
Can’t curse the day my breathing has touched this mortal waters;
Can’t blame the gift of living for everything I’ve done;...
831 reads
2 Comments
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