Submissions by debug
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
debugging the darkest corners of my soul with poetry
LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2017 9:42am
12th May 2017 9:42am
shrink/sunk
my being shrinks
at this level of cynicism
hitting
beyond the point break
Schlemiel
anti-Schlemiel
it all won’t work
when the echoes
of the feelings…
ripple through the words
in waves of trauma
heavy red clouds
you said
obscurity
there’s no ambiguity
in this resentment
this grudge
I can't
carry it with me
shrink
sunk
shrunk
all conventions rejected
religion, manners, housing, dress, or decency
rejected….
I stop this
now
roll up
black...
at this level of cynicism
hitting
beyond the point break
Schlemiel
anti-Schlemiel
it all won’t work
when the echoes
of the feelings…
ripple through the words
in waves of trauma
heavy red clouds
you said
obscurity
there’s no ambiguity
in this resentment
this grudge
I can't
carry it with me
shrink
sunk
shrunk
all conventions rejected
religion, manners, housing, dress, or decency
rejected….
I stop this
now
roll up
black...
581 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th May 2017 2:06pm
10th May 2017 2:06pm
don’t blow it
She knows the words that trigger the fear
of missing out
The saliva sliding slowly like a snail trail
connecting the balls with the perineum
Oh, she’s good when she’s not with him
and intimacy doesn’t stay on the way of giving head
An empty vessel of epic pornographic performance
as a way to overcome and forego
Go ahead, take the lead, please continue
manufacturing the sexual excitement
He asked you once how could you do it…
just like that, “it’s not hard”, she said, “you should try”
Heart, it’s...
of missing out
The saliva sliding slowly like a snail trail
connecting the balls with the perineum
Oh, she’s good when she’s not with him
and intimacy doesn’t stay on the way of giving head
An empty vessel of epic pornographic performance
as a way to overcome and forego
Go ahead, take the lead, please continue
manufacturing the sexual excitement
He asked you once how could you do it…
just like that, “it’s not hard”, she said, “you should try”
Heart, it’s...
606 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th May 2017 3:19pm
9th May 2017 3:19pm
Unmethaphored
You forgave and you forego
Your lungs opened and unburdened
breath fully, freely expanding your rib cage
To live and be alive
The forgiven sent you a message
requesting final acceptance and indulgence
As he was assembling the pieces
of the edifice they built together
Out of clue and full of hope
Their bodies merged and swelled
weaving a weak sense of peace
But the tension
The tension of the unattainable
The smell of freedom and new beginnings
these widely opened doors
And recollections of...
Your lungs opened and unburdened
breath fully, freely expanding your rib cage
To live and be alive
The forgiven sent you a message
requesting final acceptance and indulgence
As he was assembling the pieces
of the edifice they built together
Out of clue and full of hope
Their bodies merged and swelled
weaving a weak sense of peace
But the tension
The tension of the unattainable
The smell of freedom and new beginnings
these widely opened doors
And recollections of...
475 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th May 2017 8:34am
8th May 2017 8:34am
season’s finale
rereading your poems
in slow realization…
he was not the one
coming at night
dominating you
then disappearing
silently into the night
your uncomic Batman
fighting the corrupt world
not much
poetry written about him
rather than the bulk
of self-reflection
the sheer spectrum
of emotions
narrowed down
to
fear
anxiety
and jealous bursts…
your unintimated self
filled with nostalgia
about the crystal clear
arrangements
and safe transactions
with the waiting...
in slow realization…
he was not the one
coming at night
dominating you
then disappearing
silently into the night
your uncomic Batman
fighting the corrupt world
not much
poetry written about him
rather than the bulk
of self-reflection
the sheer spectrum
of emotions
narrowed down
to
fear
anxiety
and jealous bursts…
your unintimated self
filled with nostalgia
about the crystal clear
arrangements
and safe transactions
with the waiting...
861 reads
4 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
7th May 2017 2:15pm
7th May 2017 2:15pm
the harm is done
her attempts to denounce him
a cheating, unloving bouncer
full of greed forever more
collector of female attention
opia thief and lier
seeded in the fruitful ground
of emotional confusion
harvested its first survivor
how brave of you
to play the mad'am
protector of the female kind
save those willing to have me
save them from the kind of me
uncontrollably sharing
and twisting any word you can get
maniacal beacon… never in control
a cheating, unloving bouncer
full of greed forever more
collector of female attention
opia thief and lier
seeded in the fruitful ground
of emotional confusion
harvested its first survivor
how brave of you
to play the mad'am
protector of the female kind
save those willing to have me
save them from the kind of me
uncontrollably sharing
and twisting any word you can get
maniacal beacon… never in control
608 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2017 12:06pm
3rd May 2017 12:06pm
I Want to Be a Stranger
Dear stranger! I want to turn into you,
You must be the one, she never looks at nor speaks at, (yet, you would be
addressed politely and even respected,)
It would never occur to her to insult you, and to think of you as she knows
everything or anything about you,
You could be her doctor, or lawyer, or therapist – her authority figure she
seeks for advice, trusts, you’ll get paid in return,
You would stand by her in the tramcar, watch outside from the very same
window, accidentally rub hips, shoulders with her, or bump your bags, ...
You must be the one, she never looks at nor speaks at, (yet, you would be
addressed politely and even respected,)
It would never occur to her to insult you, and to think of you as she knows
everything or anything about you,
You could be her doctor, or lawyer, or therapist – her authority figure she
seeks for advice, trusts, you’ll get paid in return,
You would stand by her in the tramcar, watch outside from the very same
window, accidentally rub hips, shoulders with her, or bump your bags, ...
754 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2017 7:32am
3rd May 2017 7:32am
clear like crystal
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVMyXDsadLQ
we’re like crystal
we break easy
your impossible
clear cuts
turned into acclaim
a mob of horny men
and misandric women
applauding you
how kind of them?
so much positivism
a bag of neuroticism
moving on
tearless
setting up dates
keep them coming
keep them coming
it was autumn
now it’s winter
no pause
no obscurity
clear intentions
to forego us
we’re like crystal
we break easy
your impossible
clear cuts
turned into acclaim
a mob of horny men
and misandric women
applauding you
how kind of them?
so much positivism
a bag of neuroticism
moving on
tearless
setting up dates
keep them coming
keep them coming
it was autumn
now it’s winter
no pause
no obscurity
clear intentions
to forego us
494 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2017 5:38pm
1st May 2017 5:38pm
rupture
another cycle
another rupture
snooze again
and
spiral into
wake up
yet
numb feelings
self-doubt
guilt
relief
do I inflict
the pain?
am I the liar?
the imposter?
the unloving one?
or it’s the cycle
just closing
its contour
and that’s
all we can do
another rupture
snooze again
and
spiral into
wake up
yet
numb feelings
self-doubt
guilt
relief
do I inflict
the pain?
am I the liar?
the imposter?
the unloving one?
or it’s the cycle
just closing
its contour
and that’s
all we can do
478 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2017 10:44pm
29th Apr 2017 10:44pm
breaking the dawn
at the hum of the almost broken washing machine
he was entering his last bills in the spreadsheet
with the pedantism of an old accountant
dwelling into her last words
with a simple “good night”
she had put to sleep the love they had
“I’ve played this game a thousand times”
she said
not for once
recognising she plays that game alone
he calmly poured a glass of wine
from the last bottle they bought together
knowing that this “thing”
the four periods they had
has just became alive and dead at...
he was entering his last bills in the spreadsheet
with the pedantism of an old accountant
dwelling into her last words
with a simple “good night”
she had put to sleep the love they had
“I’ve played this game a thousand times”
she said
not for once
recognising she plays that game alone
he calmly poured a glass of wine
from the last bottle they bought together
knowing that this “thing”
the four periods they had
has just became alive and dead at...
548 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Apr 2017 6:49pm
28th Apr 2017 6:49pm
8x glasses of water (a poem about the perfect women)
she
my senses erect
she
inviting me in
she
aesthetic arrest
she
poetry and kink
she
tender caress
she
moisture and skin
she
my favorite adult
she
explorer of me
my senses erect
she
inviting me in
she
aesthetic arrest
she
poetry and kink
she
tender caress
she
moisture and skin
she
my favorite adult
she
explorer of me
492 reads
0 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2017 2:25pm
24th Apr 2017 2:25pm
courage
thousands of doubts
incepted
in the cold friction
of the clicking teeth
of gears within clocks
so beautifully designed
cohesion
invading
and expands
the space of hesitation
a dirty old man
with another victory
against
the reckless youth
so fierce is the reason
hide and seek
behind social norms
repainted masks
putting new names
on old games
seducing young parents
with dreams
and wishful thinking scenery
of innocent infants
running around...
incepted
in the cold friction
of the clicking teeth
of gears within clocks
so beautifully designed
cohesion
invading
and expands
the space of hesitation
a dirty old man
with another victory
against
the reckless youth
so fierce is the reason
hide and seek
behind social norms
repainted masks
putting new names
on old games
seducing young parents
with dreams
and wishful thinking scenery
of innocent infants
running around...
588 reads
0 Comments
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