Tamara Stamenkovic
  • They are already dead, but they don’t know it

    Sometimes I hear only the echo of what I intended to write. A cry from the desolation I leave behind when I have nothing more to give. And that cry turned into an echo, it soon disappears into the distance. And I can’t stop the silence after, because only silence triggers my quietness. It’s quite…

  • You cannot lose something you never owned

    House without visitors, life without notice, invisible among delusions and slaps, silently sobs behind its walls, even though they crush and suffocate me. Bottle floating in muddy water, without a letter, without a signature, there’s no one to receive it. That house is a skeleton, that house is me. Even the skeleton has a soul.…

  • Don’t mince your words

    The nuisance I cause with my tongue out, in the form of sadism, to them is the nudity of unattractive looks. When bitter words cling to their minds like leeches, sucking their blood, seemingly pure because they always say what they think. Of course. Where are they now, those hollow throats, piled like garbage, with…

  • Regeneration of self

    I’m bending my ear, with my fingers I enclose its parabolic lobe. Twitching comes with unusual pain, like a memory. I’m trying to listen to human’s questions, can he consume himself as he regenerates into transience. The skin separates from the surface, and the peeling of ourselves isn’t as complicated as it seems. We all…

  • 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,…

  • Pride dies for love to survive

    They say if you give your body to someone who doesn’t love you, thorns start to grow in your lungs reaching more and more through the airways, slowly choking every available part of you. If I had known, I wouldn’t wash the sheets for you which makes my lust look like an error that can…

  • The roulette

    I think it is pointless to think about the value of life. Life or people, what’s the real test? Pull the trigger or reshoot life? A shot heard, the words echo in your head louder than your favorite playlist song. Worthless people discuss worthless things, placing a price on them by putting them into the…