Submissions by debug
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
debugging the darkest corners of my soul with poetry
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jun 2017 10:06am
20th Jun 2017 10:06am
06:59
I wake up naked
not remembering
who pulled my briefs down
and peeled the skin off
my erected pulsating glans
stripped me off
my barriers
of keeping a subconsciousness
alert
awake
depressed
your impossible femininity
stifles my sex organ
transforms my male anatomy
to pray on your unearthly orgasms
…but I wake up
dress up
and I go out
to live in the world
I step away
away from this purple haze
of your split reality
leaving my keys with you
…at night ...
not remembering
who pulled my briefs down
and peeled the skin off
my erected pulsating glans
stripped me off
my barriers
of keeping a subconsciousness
alert
awake
depressed
your impossible femininity
stifles my sex organ
transforms my male anatomy
to pray on your unearthly orgasms
…but I wake up
dress up
and I go out
to live in the world
I step away
away from this purple haze
of your split reality
leaving my keys with you
…at night ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2017 8:05am
15th Jun 2017 8:05am
onto something
all these years you and I
patiently waited
for our senses
to grow sharper [1]
and ecstatically experience
each other
remember that boy
that demystified
love
as an infatuation
living in the dimensions
of neurochemical reactions
what happens
when these violent molecules
cease to shiver
and the chemical storm
subsides as dust
almost unnoticed
because these are the facts
we can’t ignore…
but as aware as I’m
about facts
scientific knowledge
engineered...
patiently waited
for our senses
to grow sharper [1]
and ecstatically experience
each other
remember that boy
that demystified
love
as an infatuation
living in the dimensions
of neurochemical reactions
what happens
when these violent molecules
cease to shiver
and the chemical storm
subsides as dust
almost unnoticed
because these are the facts
we can’t ignore…
but as aware as I’m
about facts
scientific knowledge
engineered...
#romantic
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2017 11:47am
6th Jun 2017 11:47am
shhhh
shhhh
lower your voice
let’s lipread each other
conceal the real things
away from these
raving minds
and ravishing words
you still don’t know, do ya?
you’re not your mind!
today
tomorrow
in an year
or
in 10
you’ll realize
THAT
you’re not in charge
and then you’ll weep
weep for real
for the real
YOU
lower your voice
let’s lipread each other
conceal the real things
away from these
raving minds
and ravishing words
you still don’t know, do ya?
you’re not your mind!
today
tomorrow
in an year
or
in 10
you’ll realize
THAT
you’re not in charge
and then you’ll weep
weep for real
for the real
YOU
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Jun 2017 2:18pm
5th Jun 2017 2:18pm
what do you see?
I look at you
until you say “stop”
I look at you again
until unbalanced
you say “stop” again
I look at you once more
in attempt to memorize
these lines
that move me
you know
I notice everything
there to be revealed
or not to be revealed
I notice…
all details
turning this dream
into hyper realistic truth
I see
and tremble
at the thought
of turning my glance away
all those provocations
age
marital status
kids or no kids
my parents
your parents
her parents ...
until you say “stop”
I look at you again
until unbalanced
you say “stop” again
I look at you once more
in attempt to memorize
these lines
that move me
you know
I notice everything
there to be revealed
or not to be revealed
I notice…
all details
turning this dream
into hyper realistic truth
I see
and tremble
at the thought
of turning my glance away
all those provocations
age
marital status
kids or no kids
my parents
your parents
her parents ...
#romantic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
30th May 2017 8:18am
30th May 2017 8:18am
stripping the protections
love got no season
yet spring
this year
now
is the best period
to get in love
to feel the euphoric
orgasmic seeds
of new hope
as I bathe
within the green ring
of her iris
within
or out
as her colors
and her outfits
change and radiate
between emotions
as ronald
goes wild
in bursts
of self-expression
my love outgrows
the boundaries
guarded by my comforts
I almost fought a man
not even pushed
by the pirate
I arrrrr
in awe
and vulnerability ...
yet spring
this year
now
is the best period
to get in love
to feel the euphoric
orgasmic seeds
of new hope
as I bathe
within the green ring
of her iris
within
or out
as her colors
and her outfits
change and radiate
between emotions
as ronald
goes wild
in bursts
of self-expression
my love outgrows
the boundaries
guarded by my comforts
I almost fought a man
not even pushed
by the pirate
I arrrrr
in awe
and vulnerability ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th May 2017 12:07pm
29th May 2017 12:07pm
trepidation
busy
busy people
circumstance
we squeeze freedom
into the free slots of the calendar
in the cold logic of prioritization
industrious we are
for us
whose freedom
is not in navigating time
but navigating the heart
the choices of our desires
and passions
we resign from them
defeated
in acquiescence
convincing ourselves
to learn
to live
in the space of unattachment
how would you name the feeling
of looking for someone
seeking for something ...
busy people
circumstance
we squeeze freedom
into the free slots of the calendar
in the cold logic of prioritization
industrious we are
for us
whose freedom
is not in navigating time
but navigating the heart
the choices of our desires
and passions
we resign from them
defeated
in acquiescence
convincing ourselves
to learn
to live
in the space of unattachment
how would you name the feeling
of looking for someone
seeking for something ...
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2017 5:49am
27th May 2017 5:49am
questions
my heart
don’t hush again on me
both my hands
on my chest
what good is love?
that no one shares
what good am I?[1]
as my spirit seeks
explores the movements
those tides towards me
covering my skin
with sensations
strength and weakness
rushing in
and then
reflux
out
away
leaving my voice
crying
within
craving those
warm torrents
to caress
and carry me
up
up
up towards the light
as lightly
as an autumn leaf[2]
where to?[3]
...
don’t hush again on me
both my hands
on my chest
what good is love?
that no one shares
what good am I?[1]
as my spirit seeks
explores the movements
those tides towards me
covering my skin
with sensations
strength and weakness
rushing in
and then
reflux
out
away
leaving my voice
crying
within
craving those
warm torrents
to caress
and carry me
up
up
up towards the light
as lightly
as an autumn leaf[2]
where to?[3]
...
#love
#romantic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st May 2017 11:57am
21st May 2017 11:57am
mornings
one of these
mornings
deprived
and void
holding the veil of the night
down on my eyelids
completely stripped
body curled up
in the empty room
he
pulls me by the hair
up
putting the masks
of the cheerful parent
and the lean young
professional
kicking me out
in the wilderness
of this modern life
just as the planets
spreading wide
between the sun
the degree of abandonment
I have only him
to weave strength
in this body
and to push me there
where only ...
mornings
deprived
and void
holding the veil of the night
down on my eyelids
completely stripped
body curled up
in the empty room
he
pulls me by the hair
up
putting the masks
of the cheerful parent
and the lean young
professional
kicking me out
in the wilderness
of this modern life
just as the planets
spreading wide
between the sun
the degree of abandonment
I have only him
to weave strength
in this body
and to push me there
where only ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2017 7:57am
19th May 2017 7:57am
meltdrown
in the tense sense
as if a storm is coming
the exquisite sharpness
of the amethyst blade
reaches to the bone
penetrates the medulla
cuts through the bone
bisects the red marrow
disabled by the shock putting those
anti-emotion cells in havoc
anxiety
doubts
dismal thoughts
what if…
it’s all a dream
wake up and it dissolves
or just a percertion distortion
then disilusionment
meltdown implodes
turns me into a man of need
the romantic
the santimental fool
the еasy prey ...
as if a storm is coming
the exquisite sharpness
of the amethyst blade
reaches to the bone
penetrates the medulla
cuts through the bone
bisects the red marrow
disabled by the shock putting those
anti-emotion cells in havoc
anxiety
doubts
dismal thoughts
what if…
it’s all a dream
wake up and it dissolves
or just a percertion distortion
then disilusionment
meltdown implodes
turns me into a man of need
the romantic
the santimental fool
the еasy prey ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th May 2017 8:36am
17th May 2017 8:36am
again
the flower of love
turns into wilted spinach
its seeds of uncertainty
percolate through my body
in angst with my youthful mutiny
versus this seemingly capricious
and random order of entropy
again
cycling as the seasons
subside in the darkest stench
on the bottom of my swamp
I use the sweetest lullabies
imbued with the symbols of my faith
and the warmth of my solitude
pilgrimage towards the new world
opening up in the space of unattachment
again and again
passionately
making its way to the...
turns into wilted spinach
its seeds of uncertainty
percolate through my body
in angst with my youthful mutiny
versus this seemingly capricious
and random order of entropy
again
cycling as the seasons
subside in the darkest stench
on the bottom of my swamp
I use the sweetest lullabies
imbued with the symbols of my faith
and the warmth of my solitude
pilgrimage towards the new world
opening up in the space of unattachment
again and again
passionately
making its way to the...
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DARK POEM
Published
16th May 2017 9:29am
16th May 2017 9:29am
in memory
In memory of
Elizabeth and Mary Claire
who died on 18th of March 2008
– (by their loving family and friends)
walking
as happy as a man can be
strolling the streets of Rome
with its wonder kid
a bouquet of wilted flowers
captured his attention
and an in memoriam note
glued to a traffic light post
…
how do you reconcile
joy and sorrow
in life
or this is just another sign
to reckon
blessings
and all moments
when life’s not fully lived
while and yet
his degree of...
Elizabeth and Mary Claire
who died on 18th of March 2008
– (by their loving family and friends)
walking
as happy as a man can be
strolling the streets of Rome
with its wonder kid
a bouquet of wilted flowers
captured his attention
and an in memoriam note
glued to a traffic light post
…
how do you reconcile
joy and sorrow
in life
or this is just another sign
to reckon
blessings
and all moments
when life’s not fully lived
while and yet
his degree of...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th May 2017 10:03am
15th May 2017 10:03am
addendum
a very personal
addendum
to the dictionary
of obscure emotions
newly unfelt
desire
so strong
inexpressible
almost
as breath
not fully exhaled
inhale eagerly again
tingling
sweet
haziness
don’t pass out
but pin her body
down
hard
floor
body
dick
sliding in
her wetness
pounding in
primal and carnal
cumming in
to unravel
that obscure
divinity
addendum
to the dictionary
of obscure emotions
newly unfelt
desire
so strong
inexpressible
almost
as breath
not fully exhaled
inhale eagerly again
tingling
sweet
haziness
don’t pass out
but pin her body
down
hard
floor
body
dick
sliding in
her wetness
pounding in
primal and carnal
cumming in
to unravel
that obscure
divinity
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