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FLASH FİCTİON “DİARY OF A SKELETON”
What are we skeletons for? Some say we were born this way. Apparently I was born this way, special. Because I remeber it clearly, something struck us from the sky. A rainbow? No. Probably a truck. For heavens sake it hurt. But ok – it was fine… Fine?! Maybe thirty years later, which I gather… 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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FLASH FICTION “SCHIZONIMPHISM”
Franjo said he’ll buy the condoms himself.Entered. That’s a lovley condom place you have. How many in a packet. “Three”. “Oh,thanks, I’ll take all three of them. Bye.But as he exited the place, he ran out of his pace. His heart swollen poped up like anexplosion. He thought he was going crazy. But nah, he… 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 “Shimmer”
I fell apartBecause a shimmer Did my soul darkNo more, no moreWill they See my lightly spark. 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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Poem “Weary night”
Black is the weary night,Hold on tight For your sight.Darkness overtakesAnd whatever it takes…That it something of itOut there makes – Be sure of it! Continue reading
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Poem “Shone”
Wicked, wicked something, this way comes.This morning, the Sun, again shone. Forever more,I beg of thee, never again over the mountain come, Thee. Continue reading
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Poem “Mess”
I’m such a glory messDon’t think of me less.I always feel helpless,That’s my only cross to bearI swear. Continue reading
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