Submissions by debug
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
debugging the darkest corners of my soul with poetry
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2018 5:11pm
13th Jun 2018 5:11pm
drown-proof
in this battle for empathy…
who deserves it more
for you to be empathic
would mean defeat
would mean “I admit I am to blame”
for causing you that pain…
why I said those words
would never be entitled
to receive its empathy
empathy for me
would cancel out
the empathy for you
you’re in a zero-sum game
I’ve been tested many times
tossed into resentment
with my arms and legs bound
impossible to maintain myself
struggling to keep my body afloat
has caused me just to sink faster
not...
who deserves it more
for you to be empathic
would mean defeat
would mean “I admit I am to blame”
for causing you that pain…
why I said those words
would never be entitled
to receive its empathy
empathy for me
would cancel out
the empathy for you
you’re in a zero-sum game
I’ve been tested many times
tossed into resentment
with my arms and legs bound
impossible to maintain myself
struggling to keep my body afloat
has caused me just to sink faster
not...
#relationships
#conflict
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jun 2018 12:52pm
8th Jun 2018 12:52pm
polish the scratches
since beginning of us
we were on the verge
of blowing up
in attempts to defend
our identities
and self-conceptions
you made many sketches
with the bleak graphite
not pushing it too much
easy to erase
and easy to reuse
the ink is for the brave
I opened myself
to the levity of youth
I didn’t knew as lad
my early years were full
of my personal ideology
I never lacked direction
we smoked and chilled
we drank and ate
we fucked and cuddled
we had good times
but we never...
we were on the verge
of blowing up
in attempts to defend
our identities
and self-conceptions
you made many sketches
with the bleak graphite
not pushing it too much
easy to erase
and easy to reuse
the ink is for the brave
I opened myself
to the levity of youth
I didn’t knew as lad
my early years were full
of my personal ideology
I never lacked direction
we smoked and chilled
we drank and ate
we fucked and cuddled
we had good times
but we never...
#relationships
540 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th May 2018 5:41pm
13th May 2018 5:41pm
V + V = (love story)
V met V on tumblr
that poetry has caught her eye
…then an year passed
as V was falling out of love
a decision came…
to find out more on V
so it begun…
the conversation
the date
the second date
that dinner
that wine
that first kisses
…and the logical fuck
V fell euphorically in love
until V’s meltdrown
in intuitive realization
V was not that much into V
as V was into V…
so…
there was D
with the ambiguity that brought…
…and the...
that poetry has caught her eye
…then an year passed
as V was falling out of love
a decision came…
to find out more on V
so it begun…
the conversation
the date
the second date
that dinner
that wine
that first kisses
…and the logical fuck
V fell euphorically in love
until V’s meltdrown
in intuitive realization
V was not that much into V
as V was into V…
so…
there was D
with the ambiguity that brought…
…and the...
#relationships
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th May 2018 2:48pm
6th May 2018 2:48pm
circumstance
circumstance
no freedom
to truly
get crazy
over you
to make funny faces
to lick you
as a cone of ice cream
to let you melt
as candy on the asphalt
get sticky
on my skin
to hump and jump
over it
with eyes closed
and the full trust
of a blind man
to his guard dog
no freedom
to truly
get crazy
over you
to make funny faces
to lick you
as a cone of ice cream
to let you melt
as candy on the asphalt
get sticky
on my skin
to hump and jump
over it
with eyes closed
and the full trust
of a blind man
to his guard dog
#freedom
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2018 3:26pm
17th Apr 2018 3:26pm
love story 02
last year of high-school…
I was into math
you were into biology
4 years in high
without noticing each other
until I met your staring glance
on my way out of the bus
on a hot November evening
…it really felt hot
when I stepped out
regardless of the coming winter
from then on
I stared and stared
whenever my hopes were met
of crossing you in the hallway
I never spoked at you
not even once
learning your full name
at the graduation ceremony
…in June
years passed ...
I was into math
you were into biology
4 years in high
without noticing each other
until I met your staring glance
on my way out of the bus
on a hot November evening
…it really felt hot
when I stepped out
regardless of the coming winter
from then on
I stared and stared
whenever my hopes were met
of crossing you in the hallway
I never spoked at you
not even once
learning your full name
at the graduation ceremony
…in June
years passed ...
#love
#ShortStory
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2018 3:18pm
17th Apr 2018 3:18pm
love story 01
a teen story…
I met you at the ice rink
that summer
ending high-school semesters
later than the team
we trained together
alone
while others
summer camped
somewhere
I fell in love with that short hair
of yours
revealing what I thought was
the most beautiful neck
I never told you that
we ran
we talked
we watched movies
it took months
before I draw you pictures
and wrote that letter
being open ‘bout my feelings
I got to know
what’s like
to...
I met you at the ice rink
that summer
ending high-school semesters
later than the team
we trained together
alone
while others
summer camped
somewhere
I fell in love with that short hair
of yours
revealing what I thought was
the most beautiful neck
I never told you that
we ran
we talked
we watched movies
it took months
before I draw you pictures
and wrote that letter
being open ‘bout my feelings
I got to know
what’s like
to...
#love
#ShortStory
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Apr 2018 9:38am
13th Apr 2018 9:38am
you’re no-one to me now
feeling in the dark the sharp edges
of the extremes
of that hurt and raging
caveman’s cave
being a pedantic
is a pedantic hell
aiming at tolerance
with that bottle in his hand
still pouring
still sipping
that lemon ginger syrup
so sweet and tingling
deliciously cold feelings
spreading slowly
greasing the deepest
bottoms of his black hole belly
the kind warrior
reported missing in action
straight in front
that mirror projecting
that foo bar image of himself
he burned a piece of...
of the extremes
of that hurt and raging
caveman’s cave
being a pedantic
is a pedantic hell
aiming at tolerance
with that bottle in his hand
still pouring
still sipping
that lemon ginger syrup
so sweet and tingling
deliciously cold feelings
spreading slowly
greasing the deepest
bottoms of his black hole belly
the kind warrior
reported missing in action
straight in front
that mirror projecting
that foo bar image of himself
he burned a piece of...
#relationships
#breakup
#abuse
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Feb 2018 3:08pm
10th Feb 2018 3:08pm
[SOLD OUT]
366 days of dating
daily wins, daily losses
postpone as noun, delays…
all in excess
excess in love, in drinking
fucking in excess (not that we both wanted it)
…it is me the excessive one
with emotions in excess
the pretentious snob
my demands in excess
excess in hopes, and purple haze in excess
empuzzlement in excess
volatility
dreamful plans
and change in plans
in an out in excess
learned the words
left
out,
excluded…
delimiting in excess
cutting the map in pieces
defining you,...
daily wins, daily losses
postpone as noun, delays…
all in excess
excess in love, in drinking
fucking in excess (not that we both wanted it)
…it is me the excessive one
with emotions in excess
the pretentious snob
my demands in excess
excess in hopes, and purple haze in excess
empuzzlement in excess
volatility
dreamful plans
and change in plans
in an out in excess
learned the words
left
out,
excluded…
delimiting in excess
cutting the map in pieces
defining you,...
581 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Jul 2017 2:54pm
21st Jul 2017 2:54pm
Parmigiano
Whenever I cook, I do it with ambition
to amaze your senses, to impress, to raise the bar…
How much Parmigiano is enough to ensure no abandonment
and permanent status of no-rejection?
I’ve built my life around these towers –
up, up into the light – lifting some more material
for yet another storey hall.
Let me grate you some more above the tasty pasta,
smile and chew with pleasurous moans another byte,
bit by bit into the clouds.
Come sit with me here, lets look
through these windows of thin achievement ...
to amaze your senses, to impress, to raise the bar…
How much Parmigiano is enough to ensure no abandonment
and permanent status of no-rejection?
I’ve built my life around these towers –
up, up into the light – lifting some more material
for yet another storey hall.
Let me grate you some more above the tasty pasta,
smile and chew with pleasurous moans another byte,
bit by bit into the clouds.
Come sit with me here, lets look
through these windows of thin achievement ...
#romantic
975 reads
16 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jul 2017 10:23pm
11th Jul 2017 10:23pm
4
in the 4th year
of my prime life
with degree of levity
she’s coming forth at me
in straight blue hair
seeking
learning
thinking
creating
are you the 4th?
expressive
standing out
provocative
and bright
or 4…
are the corners
the matress on the floor
the 4 tight limbs
around my heart
brightness
breaking through
the black prism
she’s calm and quiet
not talking of herself
talent and inner strength
are more eloquent
than...
of my prime life
with degree of levity
she’s coming forth at me
in straight blue hair
seeking
learning
thinking
creating
are you the 4th?
expressive
standing out
provocative
and bright
or 4…
are the corners
the matress on the floor
the 4 tight limbs
around my heart
brightness
breaking through
the black prism
she’s calm and quiet
not talking of herself
talent and inner strength
are more eloquent
than...
586 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jul 2017 10:17am
4th Jul 2017 10:17am
how mine are you?
soaking deep into this mid-summer melancholia
I submerge into reflection
toying with the question
you ASKED me
“how mine are you?”
dear…
everything’s so twisted
and stuffed
in this… modern way of life
do I belong to you?
or I belong to the hours and minutes
imprisoned in the colored rectangles of my calendar
now that is empty
would you claim and have me?
would you like to take a part of me?
from the parts you know
…any part you like
or you would TAKE what I won’t GIVE willingly...
I submerge into reflection
toying with the question
you ASKED me
“how mine are you?”
dear…
everything’s so twisted
and stuffed
in this… modern way of life
do I belong to you?
or I belong to the hours and minutes
imprisoned in the colored rectangles of my calendar
now that is empty
would you claim and have me?
would you like to take a part of me?
from the parts you know
…any part you like
or you would TAKE what I won’t GIVE willingly...
#romantic
636 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2017 2:59pm
27th Jun 2017 2:59pm
an act of drawing
you’re the night
having a cigarette
on my balcony
drawing white lines
on black backgrounds
landscape contours
emerging from
the shadows
on your back
you’re geometric shapes
and golden ratio
in slow motion
transgressing
any femininity
a man could grok
having a cigarette
on my balcony
drawing white lines
on black backgrounds
landscape contours
emerging from
the shadows
on your back
you’re geometric shapes
and golden ratio
in slow motion
transgressing
any femininity
a man could grok
522 reads
2 Comments
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