Submissions by Laurbaerson
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Entropy fan
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Dec 2013 2:07pm
16th Dec 2013 2:07pm
The chemist
I was able to synthetize life.
The only truths are lies and death.
The only truths are lies and death.
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2013 6:27pm
14th Dec 2013 6:27pm
Death and other amenities
I suddendly feel like
visiting you, at your place,
in your new house.
I’m sorry, I know it is like ages
(for me no excuses)
since we met the last time!
They’ve told me you’ve chosen
beautiful marble for the architecture.
black and purple curtains, gilded decorations!
Aahhahahah! I can’t but burst in laughs!
Of course… I know, you repeated this a thousand times, now!
You NEVER took care of these things!
Anyway, even if you did, you shouldn’t anymore.
...
visiting you, at your place,
in your new house.
I’m sorry, I know it is like ages
(for me no excuses)
since we met the last time!
They’ve told me you’ve chosen
beautiful marble for the architecture.
black and purple curtains, gilded decorations!
Aahhahahah! I can’t but burst in laughs!
Of course… I know, you repeated this a thousand times, now!
You NEVER took care of these things!
Anyway, even if you did, you shouldn’t anymore.
...
465 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Dec 2013 6:25pm
14th Dec 2013 6:25pm
How dare you say ''I love you''?
We were kissing in the park
We were hidden in the car
It was a hot summer night
The windows were opaque:
It was even hotter inside.
She said: “I think I love you”
“Keep this moment, keep it jealously.
Remember you said you love me.
Keep this moment, think ’bout it.
Say, in one hour, if you’re still convinced, tell me again your love.
Nope, rather than one hour, let’s say a day. A week, a month, six lunar cycles, an year whole.
Even better, tell me these words
After the sunset of ten years
After the sunset of my life.
Then...
We were hidden in the car
It was a hot summer night
The windows were opaque:
It was even hotter inside.
She said: “I think I love you”
“Keep this moment, keep it jealously.
Remember you said you love me.
Keep this moment, think ’bout it.
Say, in one hour, if you’re still convinced, tell me again your love.
Nope, rather than one hour, let’s say a day. A week, a month, six lunar cycles, an year whole.
Even better, tell me these words
After the sunset of ten years
After the sunset of my life.
Then...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2013 2:17pm
13th Dec 2013 2:17pm
Father, I apologize
We never shared too much
We are different in many ways
Your educational method were so harsh
to me, when I was a child.
I've always been a lonely soul
even in my early age
I was quiet and thoughtful
a normal children should riot a little bit, but not me.
Moreover I grew up feeling your hand violent on my face
and it was the only touch I could get from you
and now it's hard to me to touch another human being
Furthermore you were gentler with my little brother
he got hugs sometimes, not...
We are different in many ways
Your educational method were so harsh
to me, when I was a child.
I've always been a lonely soul
even in my early age
I was quiet and thoughtful
a normal children should riot a little bit, but not me.
Moreover I grew up feeling your hand violent on my face
and it was the only touch I could get from you
and now it's hard to me to touch another human being
Furthermore you were gentler with my little brother
he got hugs sometimes, not...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Dec 2013 10:34pm
5th Dec 2013 10:34pm
Ignorance Pissing Me Off
Y’know what’s used to say.
Rest In Peace.
Y’know what’s used to do
nowadays .Like and share.
Y’know, them people suck.
Why?
Not only it’s blameworhy
They’d write, and share and like
”Rest in Peace”
They’d do it without even knowing
who was the Man and what’s Apartheid.
Rest In Peace.
Y’know what’s used to do
nowadays .Like and share.
Y’know, them people suck.
Why?
Not only it’s blameworhy
They’d write, and share and like
”Rest in Peace”
They’d do it without even knowing
who was the Man and what’s Apartheid.
497 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 10:16pm
2nd Dec 2013 10:16pm
Sudden enlightenment or Meditated endarkenment
Dead among deadmen.
Does it make a difference
me buried upside-down?
Does it make a difference
me buried upside-down?
541 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Dec 2013 2:59pm
2nd Dec 2013 2:59pm
Excerpt from Death and other amenities
In your life, you’re going to meet many kind of people. Some of them will be good, some will be bad, some will leave you indifferent. The day will come when you’re going to meet that special person. The person that will make you feel loved (there are many kind of love, sometimes I think true friendship is the best kind of manifestation you could aspire to). You’ll meet that person that will make you feel like home. In fact, there is widely known statement: ”Home is where the one that loves you inhabits”. This phrase made me thouhtful, lately. I had to ask myself ”What is Home?”. I eventually...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2013 2:14pm
2nd Dec 2013 2:14pm
Conformation
Verily I say unto you:
The Punkest of Punks will wear suit and tie.
The Punkest of Punks will wear suit and tie.
569 reads
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Dec 2013 6:44pm
1st Dec 2013 6:44pm
Sunday, December the first
The world is populated by no more than three categories of people:
-The multitude, who hasn’t understood a single damn fuck about life
-The few, who’ve realized they haven’t understood a single damn fuck about life.
-Children
-The multitude, who hasn’t understood a single damn fuck about life
-The few, who’ve realized they haven’t understood a single damn fuck about life.
-Children
565 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Dec 2013 6:42pm
1st Dec 2013 6:42pm
Our Fulfillment
Roar, screech or chirp
Beaten against mountains. Fade.
Nothing but echoes.
Beaten against mountains. Fade.
Nothing but echoes.
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Nov 2013 2:21pm
30th Nov 2013 2:21pm
Dark sky at the gates of Siena
Like this nocturnal sky
I stare in awe at your limpid dark eyes
They are so pure that,
In the far horizons of your glance,
I can see the flickering flame
of the everburning stars.
I stare in awe at your limpid dark eyes
They are so pure that,
In the far horizons of your glance,
I can see the flickering flame
of the everburning stars.
493 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
30th Nov 2013 2:19pm
30th Nov 2013 2:19pm
Spleen-ku (melancholia)
Sunday humour
You drool. Nostalgia of death.
A cradle. A grave.
You drool. Nostalgia of death.
A cradle. A grave.
535 reads
2 Comments
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