July 2025
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Flash fiction “NEŠTOROW”
He was after all a rascal. Adored miscivious behavior from when he waslittle. Started smoking around he was fifteen, good time. First cigarette atsix years old, and got ofcourse in trouble, they forbode him. Now thirty, heis a heavy smoker. Not important really. Mostly his puberty years were theproblem, his addiction to weed and alcohol. Continue reading
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Poem “Heaven?”
I screech of heaven!Did you find me thereLaid bare to beg forgivnessTo all the things I confess?Or did you find me flying Through the endless night skiesWith a smile? Continue reading
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Poem “Coffee”
Little coffee, on the edge of the table, what is your fable? Small is the cut, to your fucked up life, drink some more, they say – what for ? Little, glass of water, your coffees best friend, a hand you will lend. Lest the drinker alone will stand. Continue reading
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Poem “Poison”
Deadly, deadly, deadly, Death. My poison is new and fresh. In your mind I’m just a sketch. Here, here eat my flesh, the water in me is just pure and fresh. Continue reading
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Poem “War”
The space, the time. What is their Crime? Stood like Virtue to see your Fortune. Blood, Blood, Blood Unfortunately – everywhere. See the horror if you want. Even the stones have started to bleed. Becouse of Thee, Because of Thee! Unbeliever, unseen, unheard of – Lost brethren because of thee – War. Continue reading
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Poem “Depth”
The fishes sank Because poison in the stream Did their souls to Beam.Light, light!Beneath the surface, To the depth did not suffice.Cry, oh Thee – the ugliest of Me. Continue reading
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Poem “Snow”
Snow, little structure of Me.Did I see Thee – ever so Heavenly?Fall, fall, fall – hear my praying Call!Hunger I have felt, water did not love me.Burt my lungs, the strongest of You, Sun and Sea. The Moon crieth for Thee Whilist Earth, Still Rules Thee – Human! Continue reading
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Poem “Further on”
Will he show us, where we go?When they come, leaving only our dust behind.Will you – The Medulist.Show us further out of here.Where the Ones await us dearly, Without any duty to recall.Further on and further on,We drift to Essence.What will we little spacious atoms in the End be? Continue reading
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Poem “Judge”
Judging with his metal hammer Is he, though, just a slammer?Wicked game, it is his due, Unfortunately in oblivion Is his final residue. Continue reading
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Poem “Gaze”
White – the song Pure as water, as mirror. Fear – induced.Who is who here, When we gaze at eachother? Continue reading
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