Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
In a hurry
I ran with all my legs.
Ran ran ran ran.
Dripped on the stones of the ground.
It rained rivers and streams...
Dogs and cats and dogs and cats.
I ran as if I still had
the breath of wild lions.
I ran, I ran, I corrected lines.
Complete trajectories in hand.
I ran, I slipped, I wrote
As if time cuts me off
and my feet couldn't stand it anymore...
The stones that others
had in the pockets and the bread
butchered by the devil.
Ran in all directions
as always did
on the long sunny days of Ceylon. ...
Ran ran ran ran.
Dripped on the stones of the ground.
It rained rivers and streams...
Dogs and cats and dogs and cats.
I ran as if I still had
the breath of wild lions.
I ran, I ran, I corrected lines.
Complete trajectories in hand.
I ran, I slipped, I wrote
As if time cuts me off
and my feet couldn't stand it anymore...
The stones that others
had in the pockets and the bread
butchered by the devil.
Ran in all directions
as always did
on the long sunny days of Ceylon. ...
#sadness
#anger
#anxiety
#frustration
#disappointment
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Tempus Fugit
Autumn explodes,
in the pupils of the eyes,
yellow and tasty.
Autumn scares our skin
with its magic fingers
of chills and dry leaves.
Autumn explores our fur
with its breezes.
heat of the embers
of sleeping fireplaces.
Autumn dawns.
The poem opens.
The wings open.
The beaks are opened.
Flowers open.
The eyes narrow.
Ears open.
Open doors, letters.
Open secret diaries.
Open wounds.
Over the waters the mist rises.
Days and waves raise cathedrals.
The trains pass.
Losses pass. ...
in the pupils of the eyes,
yellow and tasty.
Autumn scares our skin
with its magic fingers
of chills and dry leaves.
Autumn explores our fur
with its breezes.
heat of the embers
of sleeping fireplaces.
Autumn dawns.
The poem opens.
The wings open.
The beaks are opened.
Flowers open.
The eyes narrow.
Ears open.
Open doors, letters.
Open secret diaries.
Open wounds.
Over the waters the mist rises.
Days and waves raise cathedrals.
The trains pass.
Losses pass. ...
#sadness
#anxiety
#frustration #disappointment
#frustration #disappointment
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Pâquerettes volantes
Que fais-tu
des fleurs que je t'offre ?
As-tu ta fête ?
Où rien ne va !
Tu fais courir le temps
derrière nulle part ?
Tu fais semblant d'avoir oublié
où veux-tu voler?
Tu suis cette rue
et fais le tour de l'asile.
Tu frappes à la porte...
tu laisses les fleurs
sur la dernière marche
plus haut.
PAR
des fleurs que je t'offre ?
As-tu ta fête ?
Où rien ne va !
Tu fais courir le temps
derrière nulle part ?
Tu fais semblant d'avoir oublié
où veux-tu voler?
Tu suis cette rue
et fais le tour de l'asile.
Tu frappes à la porte...
tu laisses les fleurs
sur la dernière marche
plus haut.
PAR
#sadness
#anxiety
#heartbroken #disappointment
#heartbroken #disappointment
290 reads
2 Comments
Wind
The wild wind of my land.
The wind,
did you bring it back, the wind
of the crossroads of a thousand hundred roads...?
Pray to the wind of my land
shout to the wind,
ascend to heaven full of wind.
The wild wind of my land.
PAR
The wind,
did you bring it back, the wind
of the crossroads of a thousand hundred roads...?
Pray to the wind of my land
shout to the wind,
ascend to heaven full of wind.
The wild wind of my land.
PAR
#storm
#wind
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territorial invasion
I don't like perfection
then
I don't believe in gods
I don't like underwater visions
then
I don't believe in heroes
I don't like landfills
then
I don't attend baptisms
weddings and funerals
I don't like people
I don't like meeting people
I don't like to see people.
PAR
then
I don't believe in gods
I don't like underwater visions
then
I don't believe in heroes
I don't like landfills
then
I don't attend baptisms
weddings and funerals
I don't like people
I don't like meeting people
I don't like to see people.
PAR
#corruption
#pollution
#inequality
#poverty
#deception
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dysfunction
I laid my wounds
on the table
and pus and gangrene and pain
I put the plates and cutlery
and cuts and tourniquets
I stopped the blood
I poured pus from the wounds
I opened the scars to the air
and it hurts me deeply
I cut some wrists
and I heard knocking at the door
right rhythm
perfect harmony
samba beat
I lay down on the blood
I spurted pus and saliva
let me digest
by myself
until I clot.
PAR
on the table
and pus and gangrene and pain
I put the plates and cutlery
and cuts and tourniquets
I stopped the blood
I poured pus from the wounds
I opened the scars to the air
and it hurts me deeply
I cut some wrists
and I heard knocking at the door
right rhythm
perfect harmony
samba beat
I lay down on the blood
I spurted pus and saliva
let me digest
by myself
until I clot.
PAR
#depression
#insomnia
#nightmares
#weakness
#vulnerability
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hellish
but what the hell is this supposed to mean?
but who the fuck will want this?
but which devil will you want?
I wish it wasn't!
I wish I didn't!
what the hell could I possibly want?
PAR
but who the fuck will want this?
but which devil will you want?
I wish it wasn't!
I wish I didn't!
what the hell could I possibly want?
PAR
#identity
#minimalist
#emotions
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stuck in the throat a scream that does not echo
and does not creep slowly over the dermis
of the dead tongue that lets itself be carried on the wings of flies...
what's the point of cleaning the dust of purgatory if the next step is hell?...
PAR
and does not creep slowly over the dermis
of the dead tongue that lets itself be carried on the wings of flies...
what's the point of cleaning the dust of purgatory if the next step is hell?...
PAR
#sadness
#anxiety
#heartbroken
#confusion
#emptiness
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Hallucinating Alices.
Once upon a time, three Alices decided to leave their parents' house and live alone. Alice of Oz, built a pink palace by the sea on a remote beach in Thailand. Alice Snow, made a sand castle in the clouds that hover over Mauritius. Alice Joana Catarina Maria Isabel Sandra Margarida Elisabete etc and such, she had a house of cards made in the rainforest of Wonderland.
It turns out that the Alices had a common enemy, who wanted to eat their raw livers for breakfast. The Callipygian Witch, a perverse woman, who, with the help of magical arts, would soon try to overturn the abodes, and...
It turns out that the Alices had a common enemy, who wanted to eat their raw livers for breakfast. The Callipygian Witch, a perverse woman, who, with the help of magical arts, would soon try to overturn the abodes, and...
#dreams
#magic
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Incautious Portrait
breastfeed me
sing me lullabies
charm me
lick my sex
with your gaze
cherish me
put me on your lap
lick my eyes
with your sex.
PAR
sing me lullabies
charm me
lick my sex
with your gaze
cherish me
put me on your lap
lick my eyes
with your sex.
PAR
#erotic
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Room Poster
Room Poster
#lust
#erotic
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
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it could be poetry, but not yet!
..
in the mother's belly sea
we've all heard
what the sea doesn't tell
from the womb of the bottom of the sea
of the female state
which echoes the emptiness
like a cave
sea shaped
but has an open mouth
of a beast that doesn't speak
tell us weird shell
what the sea does not say.
PAR
in the mother's belly sea
we've all heard
what the sea doesn't tell
from the womb of the bottom of the sea
of the female state
which echoes the emptiness
like a cave
sea shaped
but has an open mouth
of a beast that doesn't speak
tell us weird shell
what the sea does not say.
PAR
#anxiety
#loneliness
#heartbroken #disappointment
#heartbroken #disappointment
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