Submissions by fellon (Talip)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm ain't poet...it just difficult have eyes and brain and dont express yourself somehow this days
two main sounds
Its been a quite time since all I hear are the same sounds
Two of them, mostly
Sound of lighter and tobacco burns
Some other things too
Gulls laughs
Cars pass by
Neighbor’s alarm clock
Silly jokes of educated people around
Politics debating
Of course my lungs sounds
Of course Tom Waits’ screaming
Of course the sound of silence
These, these sounds I have in my life for a long time
And all of them come by with the lighter and tobacco burns sounds
Always
Two of them, mostly
Sound of lighter and tobacco burns
Some other things too
Gulls laughs
Cars pass by
Neighbor’s alarm clock
Silly jokes of educated people around
Politics debating
Of course my lungs sounds
Of course Tom Waits’ screaming
Of course the sound of silence
These, these sounds I have in my life for a long time
And all of them come by with the lighter and tobacco burns sounds
Always
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insomnia
It's when you can't get the taste of cigarettes
It's when you just watch cigarettes go ashes
just like that
That's how insomnia works
Nothing special
It's when you just watch cigarettes go ashes
just like that
That's how insomnia works
Nothing special
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acceptance
My lungs sound like drunk ,tired and an old Tom Waits
They scream with each inhale
They not harmful
All they do is scaring other organs I got
My heart keeps silent
Afraid to make a move
Afraid to pump
There is nothing to pump Anyways
Only poison and toxic
Bad memories
Regrets
Hopelessness
Things left back from bad person
And only thing which gives peace;
The acceptance of how I'm
They scream with each inhale
They not harmful
All they do is scaring other organs I got
My heart keeps silent
Afraid to make a move
Afraid to pump
There is nothing to pump Anyways
Only poison and toxic
Bad memories
Regrets
Hopelessness
Things left back from bad person
And only thing which gives peace;
The acceptance of how I'm
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some f**ked up realitty
I don't believe in love
I believe in mistakes
Blondes / Brunettes
Any Size / Any shape
As long as they are all mine
Even if I hate them
I know,I won't be able to forget them
I belong to them / they belong to me
It's true / it's real
They love me
They never leave me
I believe in mistakes
Blondes / Brunettes
Any Size / Any shape
As long as they are all mine
Even if I hate them
I know,I won't be able to forget them
I belong to them / they belong to me
It's true / it's real
They love me
They never leave me
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that moment
In that moment you were like smoke of my cheap cigarette which disappeared as I watched it
All slow and there was nothing I could do about it
I just watched it
Tried to catch the last image of it
All happens in the seconds
Even less than that
That's what I realised at the end of that last second
All slow and there was nothing I could do about it
I just watched it
Tried to catch the last image of it
All happens in the seconds
Even less than that
That's what I realised at the end of that last second
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any second
But its all ain't fault of life and everything within
its fault of misrable humans who got into life with hope or without of it
its their fault because its obvious
its mistake because we all
even if most of us try to not think of it and close eyes to it,
that this all will end
moreover it all can end in any second
in any second like that
it all can be gone
laughs of kids
cigarette smells
light,darkness
oceans
dirt on the asphalt
rain drops on the window
happiness and sarrow
coffee in the mornings
hurry of life
jokes and...
its fault of misrable humans who got into life with hope or without of it
its their fault because its obvious
its mistake because we all
even if most of us try to not think of it and close eyes to it,
that this all will end
moreover it all can end in any second
in any second like that
it all can be gone
laughs of kids
cigarette smells
light,darkness
oceans
dirt on the asphalt
rain drops on the window
happiness and sarrow
coffee in the mornings
hurry of life
jokes and...
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covered
My ashtray,my God damn ashtray full of dead cigarette ends smells purer than your soul which I loved.
That bad smell is all over me
Covered,all over me
Smell never goes away
Never
That bad smell is all over me
Covered,all over me
Smell never goes away
Never
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26 years
26 years
26 winters,autumns and springs
26 years,never liked summers
Insane amount of days
Even more amount of nights
One stranger on the mirror reflection
One up there,deep inside
laying on the dark corners of my brain
Laughing
Punching the flesh walls
Scratching delusion
Another inside of cigarette pack
Sharing all the secrets with the lighter
Not all this and that
Secrets , ones I would be afraid to mention about
Ones I kept in my mouth for decades
Ones I couldn't swallow
Ones I couldn't tell
And after all...
26 winters,autumns and springs
26 years,never liked summers
Insane amount of days
Even more amount of nights
One stranger on the mirror reflection
One up there,deep inside
laying on the dark corners of my brain
Laughing
Punching the flesh walls
Scratching delusion
Another inside of cigarette pack
Sharing all the secrets with the lighter
Not all this and that
Secrets , ones I would be afraid to mention about
Ones I kept in my mouth for decades
Ones I couldn't swallow
Ones I couldn't tell
And after all...
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all i care now
Shaken hand again
Cup of tea heating my frozen fingers
Cigarette and ashtray full of corpses
All dead
Smashed to death cigarettes' ends
Their revenge, changed skin color on my fingers
Poisoned fingers
And blur thoughts
Rain drops again making love with asphalt
Me again watching
Lungs are greedy for poison
Mind is greedy for freedom
Soul locked up for decades
And my wallet is rusty because of only coins inside
Dirt on my shoes,
Not on my character tho
Love has witnessed porn
Romeo is bleeding ...
Cup of tea heating my frozen fingers
Cigarette and ashtray full of corpses
All dead
Smashed to death cigarettes' ends
Their revenge, changed skin color on my fingers
Poisoned fingers
And blur thoughts
Rain drops again making love with asphalt
Me again watching
Lungs are greedy for poison
Mind is greedy for freedom
Soul locked up for decades
And my wallet is rusty because of only coins inside
Dirt on my shoes,
Not on my character tho
Love has witnessed porn
Romeo is bleeding ...
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i hate you as
I hate you as
I hate you as I hate being hopeless
As dark nights when I was a kid
I hate you as English man hates France
As I hate common toilets, buses,as I hate common houses
I hate you
as i hate that freak in the bus who stares at me as if he's going to tell some
I hate you as i hate that shity smell of my fingertips after smoke
I hate you as my boss hates me
I hate the way how you smilye,the way how you laugh
I hate you even more than my neighbour next door hates me
I hate you as dogs hate cats
As comunist hates capitalism
As my...
I hate you as I hate being hopeless
As dark nights when I was a kid
I hate you as English man hates France
As I hate common toilets, buses,as I hate common houses
I hate you
as i hate that freak in the bus who stares at me as if he's going to tell some
I hate you as i hate that shity smell of my fingertips after smoke
I hate you as my boss hates me
I hate the way how you smilye,the way how you laugh
I hate you even more than my neighbour next door hates me
I hate you as dogs hate cats
As comunist hates capitalism
As my...
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one under street lamp
She was there
There alone
On the walkside
Under broken street lamp
With broken fingernails
With old shous
With riped stockings
With cheap lipstick
Smells like rubbish
Its smell of all men she had in her
All laugh,scream and wiping of joy and pain
All these cheap drinks which doesnt work ever
Shity small room,car's back sit,
toalet or under bridge
She wasn't for free,but cheap enough
She was sad
Sad enough
With smile on her face
She smiles to give a joy
She does it for cheap
cheap enough
To be called fake...
There alone
On the walkside
Under broken street lamp
With broken fingernails
With old shous
With riped stockings
With cheap lipstick
Smells like rubbish
Its smell of all men she had in her
All laugh,scream and wiping of joy and pain
All these cheap drinks which doesnt work ever
Shity small room,car's back sit,
toalet or under bridge
She wasn't for free,but cheap enough
She was sad
Sad enough
With smile on her face
She smiles to give a joy
She does it for cheap
cheap enough
To be called fake...
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12 dead ashtrays
Six months
180 days and one night plus
360 packs of cigarettes
12 dead ashtrays
All poisoned
Painful death
4320 hours
All same
Same context
Image of you and billions of thoughts
All start with you and end with my silence
Mad silence
Two seasons
Nature has changed
Nothing has changed in me
All same
I just never been this brutal before
12 dead ashtrays
And one sick lung
About to die
180 days and one night plus
360 packs of cigarettes
12 dead ashtrays
All poisoned
Painful death
4320 hours
All same
Same context
Image of you and billions of thoughts
All start with you and end with my silence
Mad silence
Two seasons
Nature has changed
Nothing has changed in me
All same
I just never been this brutal before
12 dead ashtrays
And one sick lung
About to die
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