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POEM “Duo”
He built a towerShe built a lighthouseNear the shoreTo get going the boatsSailing on stormy nightsFeeling the SeaHungry and devouringBeneath – the sailorsDid not knowThey are the many On the duosDeath row. Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “I should respect the mosquito”
Lying near the river, in the deep forrest, naked at twilight – thousands of mosquitos bit me while I was asleep. It didn’t itch but I felt hunger and was missing a tremedous deal of conscious attention. What was happening ? – my heart was beating like a thousand horses galloping the planes of this Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “DEATH OF THE PIG”
The death of the pig Miss Pig was ill. She couldn’t bare anylonger not knowing what was wrong with her. She thought „ I ought to see him” she ment dr. Pig. He was alone at home, doing his office things when the bell rang.„I fucking hate this…. better be someone of the Equals,’cause I Continue reading
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Poem “Something else we’ve done”
Cry me a nebula’cause the costOf what is with the deed lostIs what outrages me the mostBut let’s do the trickAnd have a toastFor it has comeBecause something else we’ve done. Continue reading
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FLASH FİCTİON “WE ARE ABOUT TO SAY….”
There are many a things we have a lot to say about – sometimes those things even say a lot about themselves. But these so called aughts (anys), my god what’s up with them. Are they even an aught themselves? Why did I just ask that? If we could include the word self among the Continue reading
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Poem “boredom”
She got boredHe got bored tooWe all got fucking boredSo we did it anywayMoved onIt was a test to surpassThe fights between our fancy and class.Is it destruction of the mass?Or did we just outwit our own sass?Poor us, where is the trust?Between spaces and timesAre all our crimesNothing no more shinesWhy all the mines?… Continue reading
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Poem “Mirror”
Once upon a time I was a mirror.Suffering was the game ofThe one looking at the glass.I did feel as the gazer wantedBut I foughtThe battle of breakthrough.Mirror, mirror – the past of meWhat did I doTo deserve the Reflection of only me. Continue reading
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Poem “the big He”
He never felt Love.Did he have a Soul,Or was he emotionaly foul?Did he ever heartfully beam,Or was he the other stream?Does the memory about himSeem strange?To where did his view range,And did he offer clarity at all?Did he sell out,Just to make us, his puppetsUsable and small? Continue reading
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Poem “First sin”
Virginity is a sinCardinal, so to speak.Let it all out, let it leak.So we might forevermoreFreedom shout. Continue reading
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Poem “F. W.”
Finnegan woke,It was his worst day ever.He found out he was a book.What he mistook, only his look.Ugly be, pretty don’t see. Continue reading
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