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POEM “Mouths”
Such a clicheOveruledWill beBy poor Reality”And what was the Cliche about?”We aked politelyAs can ask”We simply did notGet an answer.”It was as if it wasOn the tip of their tongues”So you just open your mouthsAnd expect us to say it for you?”We objected with a simple”No!” Continue reading
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POEM “Abort”
We got toAbortThe womb!Enough of EndlessRebirth!Too young we will die- never knowingLife trulyNever feeling fullyNever experiencingThis experience Holy. Continue reading
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POEM “Daring to”
I dared to survive-Them.Even them beingNear is a incurableIllness.And them from afarIs a brain hemorrhageFor knowingThey dare to exist, still. Continue reading
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POEM “In or out”
Some want to get inSome do everythingTo get out – that’s all there isTo say aboutThe Wheel of History… Continue reading
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POEM “Faces”
I and allOf my facesTogether, notIn the senseOf hypocrisyExpressedAre nowIn oneFacial ExpressionOf blanknessJust for You. Continue reading
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POEM “They thought”
They thought I was human.God – what a mindjob.They thoughtI had a soul.They in the endThoughtI’ll have mercy.So I evenKilled every thoughtThey hadLeaving themUndone. Continue reading
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POEM “Deathbed”
Father, fatherYour deathbedHas come!May the fakeSolace – OnlyYou offer -Be your lastStand!I decidedMyselfOnly I ruleOver “I”…And let me,Oh dear skiesUnder youRenounce All of thatThat isn’t Of Reality. Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “Maysie”
She wore her favourite gown – dressed in her army dress – a murdering machine, they called her… and everyone of the elite adored her”She was just ment for it.” they always said and thought. And so she prepared to haunt and hunt at night once again :”First the trample, then the knife, then the… Continue reading
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POEM “Spirit”
Echoes from whereMy Soul was andEchoes from whereMy Mind wasResemle a gongVibrating them lighlyLike wind into the Void.Hail be! the EmptinessInto which my SpiritWill settle, and take over. Continue reading
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POEM “Dark angel”
He fell from the Sky.Some might call him An Angel.All he leftIn the SkyWas a paintingOf crying eyesProphetisingThe new eraOf his existance.An artist henceWas born. Continue reading
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