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Poetry
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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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“NARRATIVE POEM” Psychology of ETHER
Ether said she was not a boy. She was electrifying all the cables nowdays. But it was a serious question. What was I Ether for?Was I invented or made – or sexualy born?Who fucked who in that situation if it was true? Then something blew?! Or what was that anyway?Ofcourse, a sudden realisation, an impulse, Continue reading
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FLASH FICTION “DIVING”
A story about diving Reading through finally found myself in the depths of deep water. Eleven kilometers down in deep sea water. Amazing thing occured while I deepdived. I found a casket, sealed. Took it on my back and dived it out. While I was opening the casket, a tremendous amount of books flew out. Continue reading
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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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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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Poem “Rebel”
İ rebel against Father,Wage a war on all of his.Will I win or lose in the endall of this.I must be in spotSo the target is not lost.What I do the most?Aquire the things lost.For what cost?Freedom. Continue reading
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Flash fiction “Feliks Mihajlo Krvopijac Maglopijac”
What a guy. When he was little he knew only to curse. Especially to grown ups, because hewanted to grow up quick. Very quick. Did not like to be bossed around.He endured till he was legal. Fucking messing around with other peoples minds till he was.What was he after? The slavic kid, they called him. Continue reading
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