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
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Dec 2013 11:50am
11th Dec 2013 11:50am
wet enough
It was fast and busy day
Sudenlly rain started
Things got worst
away faster
Humans running under rain
Looking for caves to hide
I got wet enough so I didn't care
I tried to light up smoke
with wet enough matches to lose it power to light..
So I walked slowly to the cafe there
Wasn't that bad
"matches,ashtray and tea" I asked to the young waitress
Tea was fine,she was lovely too
cigarettes were even better
Sudenlly rain started
Things got worst
away faster
Humans running under rain
Looking for caves to hide
I got wet enough so I didn't care
I tried to light up smoke
with wet enough matches to lose it power to light..
So I walked slowly to the cafe there
Wasn't that bad
"matches,ashtray and tea" I asked to the young waitress
Tea was fine,she was lovely too
cigarettes were even better
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Dec 2013 11:54pm
10th Dec 2013 11:54pm
i dont want to call it anything,better to forget
Moment when you see all those cups full of cigarette ends and ashes,you realise that you have been punishing yourself
And for a long time now
You get mad
Pissed off
You get new pack,
Pack of poison
You strip the cover off
with a Passion
And look for the lighter in that mess
Being helpless
Finally you find it on the floor
Somewhere in the corner
We all know the story,you light up one
and one more after
And one more
That's the moment when you realise that you have been mad for a long time now
And for a long time now
You get mad
Pissed off
You get new pack,
Pack of poison
You strip the cover off
with a Passion
And look for the lighter in that mess
Being helpless
Finally you find it on the floor
Somewhere in the corner
We all know the story,you light up one
and one more after
And one more
That's the moment when you realise that you have been mad for a long time now
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 1:45pm
3rd Dec 2013 1:45pm
Mr.Waits and his stories about prsotitutes
Tonight I'm all alone,I'm all for myself tonight.
It's just me,gulls on the roof,piece of paper I found on the floor,broken pen and couple packs of cigarettes.
And I have left everything behind tonight,many things and most are related with you.
I lied,I'm not alone tonight, I have company, guess whom I got Here,it's Mr.Waits and his all stories about dogs,yellow street dogs and prostitutes.
I told you, many things are related with you tonight.
And you are there, behind somewhere with mistakes and rotten smell,that's the smell of love you thrown into the garbage behind...
It's just me,gulls on the roof,piece of paper I found on the floor,broken pen and couple packs of cigarettes.
And I have left everything behind tonight,many things and most are related with you.
I lied,I'm not alone tonight, I have company, guess whom I got Here,it's Mr.Waits and his all stories about dogs,yellow street dogs and prostitutes.
I told you, many things are related with you tonight.
And you are there, behind somewhere with mistakes and rotten smell,that's the smell of love you thrown into the garbage behind...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2013 1:06pm
3rd Dec 2013 1:06pm
losing cigarette
It's cold as hell
That bad thing happening in my stomach again
Got cigarette and cup of coffee
Stare at things again
For no reason
Watching as water takes away the dirt,leaves and cigarette ends on the asphalt
Another stuff to play for kids
It's painful to watch kids how they be happy with hopping on the road
How they bubble rain under boots
They are happy ,that's simple just like that
Didn't realise how coffee leaked out of cup I forget that I'm holding
Many things got leaked off till this time in my life
Coffee is the last thing I...
That bad thing happening in my stomach again
Got cigarette and cup of coffee
Stare at things again
For no reason
Watching as water takes away the dirt,leaves and cigarette ends on the asphalt
Another stuff to play for kids
It's painful to watch kids how they be happy with hopping on the road
How they bubble rain under boots
They are happy ,that's simple just like that
Didn't realise how coffee leaked out of cup I forget that I'm holding
Many things got leaked off till this time in my life
Coffee is the last thing I...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2013 11:59pm
29th Nov 2013 11:59pm
he was a last leaf on the tree
There is one tough poet said once "I am a last leaf on the tree..they won't take me down"...
But me, I'm not a tree
not even a leaf.
I'm just a wood,old,dry and good for nothing
With insects all over.
Cracks
scras
written names on it.
But me, I'm not a tree
not even a leaf.
I'm just a wood,old,dry and good for nothing
With insects all over.
Cracks
scras
written names on it.
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2013 11:44pm
29th Nov 2013 11:44pm
now
My fingers must be drunk now
My legs are tired of carrying me
My chest is burning
And my mind is not around for years now.
My soul
one I got
laughs at my body.
My legs are tired of carrying me
My chest is burning
And my mind is not around for years now.
My soul
one I got
laughs at my body.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2013 2:45pm
29th Nov 2013 2:45pm
us
Cell phones and machine guns..
Sex and money
And lies..
Big dreams,but all fake..
Glory and other diseases..
Mirrors and clowns on the reflections..
Death and other entertainments..
Kids and demons those which adapt them..
Schools and toalets..
Streets and billboards..
Tv shows and zombies..
Animals and wars..
Oil and water..
Love and porn..
Humans and poor Earth..
Sex and money
And lies..
Big dreams,but all fake..
Glory and other diseases..
Mirrors and clowns on the reflections..
Death and other entertainments..
Kids and demons those which adapt them..
Schools and toalets..
Streets and billboards..
Tv shows and zombies..
Animals and wars..
Oil and water..
Love and porn..
Humans and poor Earth..
613 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2013 10:43pm
28th Nov 2013 10:43pm
cat to blame
Last two cigarettes in pack and one lighter out of gas.
Empty buldings and empty songs of love.
Things are dead in my balcony
Just like leaves there on the floor
I never thought to clean out all these things here,rubbish
Plastic cups full of ashes,mostly
And leaves,leaves on the floor
It's all because of this high tree out there
Right infront of my balcony
I didn't pay for it, it was a gift
Free of charge
Rent flat,get huge tree
It's cold Here, in balcony I mean
But It's fine,its cold inside either
And I can't write anything at the...
Empty buldings and empty songs of love.
Things are dead in my balcony
Just like leaves there on the floor
I never thought to clean out all these things here,rubbish
Plastic cups full of ashes,mostly
And leaves,leaves on the floor
It's all because of this high tree out there
Right infront of my balcony
I didn't pay for it, it was a gift
Free of charge
Rent flat,get huge tree
It's cold Here, in balcony I mean
But It's fine,its cold inside either
And I can't write anything at the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Nov 2013 10:39pm
27th Nov 2013 10:39pm
my coat
Then when I left without my coat it was an end for you, but start for me.
It wasn't coat I left there only.
I left my fears,my hate and my love there.
I won't lie, I couldn't leave the memories then, but I drop them one by one with each step I take away from you.
I left things I did'nt need then
Things I don't need now either
I don't need them
Not you
not love
not hate
not memories.
Definitely not the coat.
You can use it if you want to.
It wasn't coat I left there only.
I left my fears,my hate and my love there.
I won't lie, I couldn't leave the memories then, but I drop them one by one with each step I take away from you.
I left things I did'nt need then
Things I don't need now either
I don't need them
Not you
not love
not hate
not memories.
Definitely not the coat.
You can use it if you want to.
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2013 8:57pm
27th Nov 2013 8:57pm
each mark
It has been a long time since I wrote
I don't write
I can't anymore.
Because a single word hurts
It was joy once
It is pain now.
Each word seems as cigarette burn on my skin
Each burn is a mark
Each mark is a memory
Each memory faces the silence
Each silence brings madness within self.
Madness cause to the heart-shaped glasses all over floor.
And bleeding arm of mine
Blood is warm and me,I'm frozen.
Each drop of blood on floor eradicates silence
Not forevermore,just for a lock of seconds
And that's all I asked.
I don't write
I can't anymore.
Because a single word hurts
It was joy once
It is pain now.
Each word seems as cigarette burn on my skin
Each burn is a mark
Each mark is a memory
Each memory faces the silence
Each silence brings madness within self.
Madness cause to the heart-shaped glasses all over floor.
And bleeding arm of mine
Blood is warm and me,I'm frozen.
Each drop of blood on floor eradicates silence
Not forevermore,just for a lock of seconds
And that's all I asked.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Nov 2013 11:54am
27th Nov 2013 11:54am
back to the woods
Lets burn some lungs to the ashes
Let's hear them screaming of pain with each breath we take
Let that poison kill all body,so only soul would be left behind.
Let's kill all the basterds and whores too
Lets shot the wallets and all plastic cards
Let's burn the billboards too.
Let's strip the asphalt off the ground so it could breath again
Let's burn the black dirt "The Oil"
Let's be smart without the smartphones again.
Let's kill the first person who talks of colors.
Let's cut the tongues of the all politics .
Let's delete the word...
Let's hear them screaming of pain with each breath we take
Let that poison kill all body,so only soul would be left behind.
Let's kill all the basterds and whores too
Lets shot the wallets and all plastic cards
Let's burn the billboards too.
Let's strip the asphalt off the ground so it could breath again
Let's burn the black dirt "The Oil"
Let's be smart without the smartphones again.
Let's kill the first person who talks of colors.
Let's cut the tongues of the all politics .
Let's delete the word...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Nov 2013 11:29am
27th Nov 2013 11:29am
puffs we take
Each puff I take burns my lungs
And my brain is like an ashtrey.
We smoke our lives.
Those are like cigarettes going over with each breath we take.
Cheap ones
expensive ones
doesn't metter at all.
And my brain is like an ashtrey.
We smoke our lives.
Those are like cigarettes going over with each breath we take.
Cheap ones
expensive ones
doesn't metter at all.
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