Tamara Stamenkovic
  • What’s (not) possible

    Your love, too, has become foreign language for me that I like to listen to, but I don’t understand it. Of your favorite music, which was at dusty closet, I remember how you could barely find those records, a replacement for the peace you sought. I barely found you crossing dusty roads and encountering unexpected…

  • Energy vampires

    Have you met people who make you exhausted and weak and make your presence superfluous? People who make your character intermittent and your thoughts incomplete? Have you ever met people who are morbid, who only suck someone else’s energy up and carry it in their abyss, collect and absorb it, to later reflecting it in…

  • Ghosts don’t always come in the human form

    Do you know the feeling of coldness and death on your neck that sneaks up on you surprisingly, always behind you, one anxiety closer to you? The feeling when your skin shiver for a moment or two. You can feel it, even now, always whispering and lurking. But, when it comes, it grabs you by…

  • Always in the center of attention, dedicated to herself

    They compare you to a caricature. To a harlot who wears the darkness like a lace that’s hidden under a dress. They can’t stand you or understand you. The ones to which your appearance is too much. Seductive and proud. True to yourself. Always in the center of attention. Never giving it to anyone. Irresistible…

  • Only pain can make a writer to let off its voice

    I checked my conscience, counted my errors, one by one, or what’s left of them, such recklessly corrects by itself. And what I saw was nothing; the bones of a poet long decomposed, ending up lying under a hill from which I pushed my conscience. I guess, at a certain point, it was too heavy…

  • We are friends, you say

    We are friends, you say, as I lean my head on your shoulder and you hug me stronger. If I ever try to come closer to you, I know you won’t turn me down, because friends don’t do that, right? But maybe I’ll start wanting more, wanting more from you. It’s funny, we both know…

  • To please me, you have to be intellectually high

    To please me, you have to be intellectually high. You must not be limited, you must not look like anything that already has been seen before. I don’t need another deja vu in a row. I’m satisfied with the waves of infinity, a state of mind in ecstasy. If you want to come closer, be…

  • You can get a boxer out of the ring, but not a fight out of a fighter

    She’s a fighter, one in a million. Life mocked her, made fun of her in every way possible, tested her patience, punished her for mistakes she had not made. It tortured her until she wished to disappear, to fade away, and to become only a breath of wind. She didn’t breathe well because she had…