• Poetry

    Make me a suit made by measurements of humanity

    Self-preservation is when I embrace all hatred people have taught me, not to be like that, full of contempt and to make myself a suit from their miserable attempts to make me one of them. I am a mutilated article myself, article about the current state of human misery in which I can stand high, in the middle of a crowd roaring. On my fingertips, I walk over the sharp stones of existence and I portray myself as only normal, stuck and indifferent. They approached me with faces like Swiss cheese from which the sanies drip, stalkers in red forms and stretched plasticine smiles. The world doesn’t register our struggles.…

  • Poetry

    She was burning

    She was burning, like tobacco in the contemporary art gallery, wrapped in the paper between the fingers of a serious lady who never goes anywhere without her silk gloves. Like a dragonfly tearing its wings, screaming under a wolf-shaped totem. Her pulse was creating an earthquake while propped against the cold door of the antique souvenir shops. She was burning like the rain didn’t know about another clever opponent except for the fire. She was burning like she was allergic to moonlight. A million strokes of devastated gods; she fell like a deer flirting with fire, only to realize its mistake later. Her torso was like a pyre, waiting to…

  • Poetry

    The Wind

    I will disappear with the wind, one day. I’ll become the wind in the late evening. I will be a part of untouched freedom, I will become that same freedom; I will allow its freedom to free me. One day I will disappear, I will leave numerous traces, on evening walks; in the early mornings, I will become the most beautiful part of the summer. I will also learn to fly, between strands of hair, I will consider them a challenge. I will wear different perfumes, I will enhance and destroy many moments in the remaining lives. I will become a wind someday; I will disappear with it, I’ll be…

  • Poetry

    Paradox and enigma

    You are bound by restlessness. Scared of the unknown. Cheated by the truth. Pushed in the corner. Unknown to yourself. Toxic for others. Thrown into a vortex. Ready for the ending. You crawl and disappear. Consumed by reality. Not accepting it. Forced to see it. Driven with rage. You are bound by the need. Charmed by lies. Secondary role. The main initiator. A vicious circle and fire. A moment in the meantime. Erratic chaos. You as your own burden. Lost in the void. Overloaded by pressure. Haunted by the demons. Ejected into the interspace. Possibly someone’s. Never belonging to anyone. Nowhere achieved. Inevitably neglected. Wrongly guided. Used to yourself. Imprinted…

  • Poetry

    The shadow of a significant man

    I watched Death, on the side, admiring her, but I never dared to approach her. She seemed so untouchable, so intact and innocent. And then I felt her, so imminent; the bone cavity persistently echoed her name. I could smell her skin. That smell was impossible to ignore. She took me with her, with her thoughts and inside them. I stared at her for hours. It fascinated me. She stood in front of me. I was trembling and swallowing dumplings full of sin and remorse. A cold sweat came over me, emotions evoked the explosion in the eyes. I wanted to dance with her so badly, one last dance. I…

  • Poetry

    Piano

    Without the ability to play, she became his piano. Possibility of coming back to life, the union of black and white. Yin yang, heart and mind. White keys, along with black, the perfect combination. Chords marked on her skin. He played on her body with touches. The music was becoming louder, but there was silence, in the room. His fingers were moving deep under her skin, he composed the melodies. She wanted to hear him play. She had no idea that she would become his favorite instrument, his urge to breathe. Through the melody of gravity which was pulling her down until her final exhale which he listened to attentively,…

  • Poetry

    I had a dream

    I had a dream, in the broken, cold-blooded world. About a world without cracks. Where the laughter of limitless dreamers resonates and becomes the sound which breaks down into countless keys. A dream of a world where integrity runs in people’s hands, and it doesn’t run in the bloody rivers of immorality. A world where we didn’t kneel before those who don’t accept us the way we are and they want to change the essence by which we stand out. Where glass hands don’t have to hold unnecessary burdens, but they can break, freely and with ease. Cold sand welcomes my cold feet and my thoughts wander through hopelessness, while…

  • Poetry

    She took her pain in her hands, squeezing as never before

    As the candles began to burn, the body was ready to surrender. Waiting for the right moment, the last song started. In a well-known rhythm, with a well-known carmine, the body was ready to surrender. “What if this is just a test?“, she wondered while she was lying in the bathtub of cold water, feeling how it penetrates through the wrinkled skin, in the bones where she’s already buried. She holds a glass of red wine in her hand, while it’s gently slipping through her fingers. The water was getting darker, the candles burned so quickly… She also burned with them, her body was icy, tingles were crossing over her…

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