Submissions by Anton_Talsky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
24th Aug 2013 2:40pm
24th Aug 2013 2:40pm
Tetris
I'm the one and only witness
Of tonight's surprise
Open skies deliver me some amazement:
Hundreds of bluring windows
are falling from the outer space
and fitting
into those empty eye-sockets of houses...
...hmmm...
...looks like God's playing tetris at the moment
Of tonight's surprise
Open skies deliver me some amazement:
Hundreds of bluring windows
are falling from the outer space
and fitting
into those empty eye-sockets of houses...
...hmmm...
...looks like God's playing tetris at the moment
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2013 4:01pm
23rd Aug 2013 4:01pm
Orange Bumbershoots Parade
Orange bumbershoots parade
is marching up through
the smoke and the afterrain flood...
Street is lurking
behind it's monotonous tracery
of moving and shouting stains
...That's weary City
dropping his naked body into waters of sleepy sunset
To take a relaxing bath...
is marching up through
the smoke and the afterrain flood...
Street is lurking
behind it's monotonous tracery
of moving and shouting stains
...That's weary City
dropping his naked body into waters of sleepy sunset
To take a relaxing bath...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2013 3:57pm
23rd Aug 2013 3:57pm
Wonder Wheel
Take a spin
On a wonder wheel
Relax without heralds
Of threatful thrills
Remove your mask
And gently bask
On shiny shores
Of dateless dust...
...But ones you're on the wheel, beware
The circuit breaker daft to dare
To fill the fear in your lungs
To breathe the boredom grinning gasp
And then, before you turn your head
You're locked by thousand masks again
On a wonder wheel
Relax without heralds
Of threatful thrills
Remove your mask
And gently bask
On shiny shores
Of dateless dust...
...But ones you're on the wheel, beware
The circuit breaker daft to dare
To fill the fear in your lungs
To breathe the boredom grinning gasp
And then, before you turn your head
You're locked by thousand masks again
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SONG LYRICS
Published
21st Dec 2012 7:23pm
21st Dec 2012 7:23pm
Arrows
..Watch some mottled sparks
Reflected in my eyes
The writings on the walls
Will tell the truth
Blame them of going through
The future...
...Is...
...Behind those fascinated fools
And despite that face of rest
Address someone who could
Be not wrapped in rulles of taste...
...The clocks spread, seems you're here
Don't need a time-machine
I saw your arrows
Stuck into my days
"Now I've got the dream to chase"
I thought...
...
Reflected in my eyes
The writings on the walls
Will tell the truth
Blame them of going through
The future...
...Is...
...Behind those fascinated fools
And despite that face of rest
Address someone who could
Be not wrapped in rulles of taste...
...The clocks spread, seems you're here
Don't need a time-machine
I saw your arrows
Stuck into my days
"Now I've got the dream to chase"
I thought...
...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
21st Dec 2012 7:21pm
21st Dec 2012 7:21pm
Sarcasm Empire
..In bungling mocking room they'll try to tell
You seem to them as aggravator from hell
The bell you broke by their mind games
Crossin' the borders of that social frame
To me
They declared that living's hard
I contrary said "It's like a chocolate bar"
They wrenched their tongues
And well, I'm not a liar,
I just want to build my own Sarcasm Empire...
...Sarcasm Empire...
...There's fair what is not...
...Sarcasm Empire...
...Too subtle for the world...
...Sarcasm Empire...
...And when...
You seem to them as aggravator from hell
The bell you broke by their mind games
Crossin' the borders of that social frame
To me
They declared that living's hard
I contrary said "It's like a chocolate bar"
They wrenched their tongues
And well, I'm not a liar,
I just want to build my own Sarcasm Empire...
...Sarcasm Empire...
...There's fair what is not...
...Sarcasm Empire...
...Too subtle for the world...
...Sarcasm Empire...
...And when...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
7th Dec 2012 11:16pm
7th Dec 2012 11:16pm
Ink Blues
..Well, if you'll ask me
While I'm roaming the streets
I wouldn't say something new
Seem to ignore your blitz
Without guilt
Black flow of words runs through the town
I mingle in moral rabble
Sharing evenings with wine
I'm fine and i'll tell ya...
...I'm killing for a beauty,
A beauty of kill
That shade of crime
Makes me feel what I feel
So pass me some whiskey
Then two cubes of charm
Ignoring some ink
Dryin' up on my arm...
I have a question
That i've asked before
And I'll ask it...
While I'm roaming the streets
I wouldn't say something new
Seem to ignore your blitz
Without guilt
Black flow of words runs through the town
I mingle in moral rabble
Sharing evenings with wine
I'm fine and i'll tell ya...
...I'm killing for a beauty,
A beauty of kill
That shade of crime
Makes me feel what I feel
So pass me some whiskey
Then two cubes of charm
Ignoring some ink
Dryin' up on my arm...
I have a question
That i've asked before
And I'll ask it...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
7th Dec 2012 11:15pm
7th Dec 2012 11:15pm
Interlude
You'll listen to
True tales of those bald trees
Who've "seen a life"
But I
Don't care
You'll try to tell
Sad story of this bird
Expelled from her flock
I still
Don't care
You'll wink to say
"It will hurt if you fall"
You won't raise up
The same,
Don't care
My "waste of time"
It's colorful
That's what I care about...
...And then you creep me
With the pit that salutes me
In bad dreams interludes
If I am who I am ...
True tales of those bald trees
Who've "seen a life"
But I
Don't care
You'll try to tell
Sad story of this bird
Expelled from her flock
I still
Don't care
You'll wink to say
"It will hurt if you fall"
You won't raise up
The same,
Don't care
My "waste of time"
It's colorful
That's what I care about...
...And then you creep me
With the pit that salutes me
In bad dreams interludes
If I am who I am ...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Oct 2012 00:30am
28th Oct 2012 00:30am
After-Midnight Moaners
..Shadows on a wall
Will greet you when you're home...
...And every piece of you degrading here
In front of monitor...
...And night is calling you to sleep
When one of moaners write
Asking you so hopefully
"Sorry, can i waste your time?"...
The moaners after midnight
Will come and suck your blood!
Under the light of monitor
Will come eat you alive!
They're kings of touchy circus
And creators of mind clews
And you have to
Unravel them
Until the time they choose
Or they will...
Will greet you when you're home...
...And every piece of you degrading here
In front of monitor...
...And night is calling you to sleep
When one of moaners write
Asking you so hopefully
"Sorry, can i waste your time?"...
The moaners after midnight
Will come and suck your blood!
Under the light of monitor
Will come eat you alive!
They're kings of touchy circus
And creators of mind clews
And you have to
Unravel them
Until the time they choose
Or they will...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
28th Oct 2012 00:29am
28th Oct 2012 00:29am
Accused And Their Judge
..What a view i see from my couch
Accused trees and rain is their judge
It takes them a while
To think
Of absolvent answer
While wind
Doses them with a portion of lies
Rain passes a sentence then strikes...
Accused trees and rain is their judge
It takes them a while
To think
Of absolvent answer
While wind
Doses them with a portion of lies
Rain passes a sentence then strikes...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
23rd Oct 2012 11:22pm
23rd Oct 2012 11:22pm
Righteous Gloves
Glaswen fire on celebration reveals
Process of medication supposes to chill
You out of this world
With running daily sleep
Through corridors and mold
Of queerness that you feel...
The period of fiction or crumbling triumph
Cold mirrors watched your diction in dateless childhood
You're placed in master's patience
By movies understood
The limits of agression
Did tried their best for mood...
...And you're good
As birthday pie
Then you're tastless or just look like
Like somdoby's
Faceless doll ...
Process of medication supposes to chill
You out of this world
With running daily sleep
Through corridors and mold
Of queerness that you feel...
The period of fiction or crumbling triumph
Cold mirrors watched your diction in dateless childhood
You're placed in master's patience
By movies understood
The limits of agression
Did tried their best for mood...
...And you're good
As birthday pie
Then you're tastless or just look like
Like somdoby's
Faceless doll ...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
23rd Oct 2012 11:20pm
23rd Oct 2012 11:20pm
Rewrite
My room with silent TV set,
Standing here lonely near my bed,
Secretly showing the movie,
I bet
I'll never
Put up with
With whispers secretly telling me what you feel
I'm frightenedly watching the movie
With text
I'll never
Put up with...
When your words are violence
When my words are violence, my dear
And all of these words were written by tears
When your words are violence
When my words are violence, my dear
And all of these words were written by tears
You can...
...You can...
Standing here lonely near my bed,
Secretly showing the movie,
I bet
I'll never
Put up with
With whispers secretly telling me what you feel
I'm frightenedly watching the movie
With text
I'll never
Put up with...
When your words are violence
When my words are violence, my dear
And all of these words were written by tears
When your words are violence
When my words are violence, my dear
And all of these words were written by tears
You can...
...You can...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
22nd Oct 2012 10:13am
22nd Oct 2012 10:13am
Black Sheep Pantomime
He got his way of concentration
Another night in his collection
With people that he probably knows
Pretty destroying quarreling patience
Energized by shade of pretence
'Till quiet morning with him goes
And people that he probably knows
They are near
Without fear
Talking 'bout their priceless roles
So blear
Full of fear
People that he probably knows...
...And there it goes, a night of concentration
Another way in his collection
With teatime that probably flows
"We terminate the...
Another night in his collection
With people that he probably knows
Pretty destroying quarreling patience
Energized by shade of pretence
'Till quiet morning with him goes
And people that he probably knows
They are near
Without fear
Talking 'bout their priceless roles
So blear
Full of fear
People that he probably knows...
...And there it goes, a night of concentration
Another way in his collection
With teatime that probably flows
"We terminate the...
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