dailyprompt
Poetry
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FLASH FICTION “Number people”
Number people They ought to know it by now. And they do, don’t they? – „Ofcourse, they just keep silent about it (or lie )”. They got numbers. We mean by that simple numbers from one to ten…to god knows what number. The in betweens they unfortunately don’t like, like the poor old 3.14.But what Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “CIGARETTE”
A lit small ember in the dark room lit a darkened face behind it and it was clear to me that it was something wrong behind the smoke. It hid something dearly to the smoker but it was still hidden deeply in the desguise of the face and hand which used the little companion. In Continue reading
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SHORT FICTION “Scene Hunter”
Scenes streamed through a few hours of the movie. My mind blown already by the bothers of my own life. And all the strife in it – about me and the otherness. By the time of the end I realised I caught only few scenes in the movie. The real happenings were mostly unknown to Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “PRISON”
Sometimes at night That night was the concluding one. No escape – isn’t it so? I got sealed in the tomb(ing) idea what I was before the sudden conclusion. I, the telephone, a mobile one, a connection through bulbs and sockets – an small signal of still streaming life, but unfortunately used. And I asked Continue reading
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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 got drunk”
Some nights ago, I was sitting in my room, starring at the wall. The dot was there, my dot. I thought what a successfull dot. She was just successful at being a dot. No worries or anything alike, just doting around on the wall. So it happens I got bored. So I made myself open 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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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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