Tasi83 : Writing

Punishment in age

Punishment in age

A Poem by Tasi83


The cesspool darkness of false interests and selfish bribery is already layered around me. It is a persistent, stubborn, now sensationalist charade, a..
Intentional blindness

Intentional blindness

A Poem by Tasi83


We should now tighten the gauntlet of marcona, thundering courage. All of us, like the blindfolded blind, are deliberately stuck in the gaping gloom.W..
HUMAN SMELL DIMENSION

HUMAN SMELL DIMENSION

A Poem by Tasi83


In the dim light of Gone Times, the light, yet simplified fragment of memory would still shoot back and forth; all the hackneyed or superficial moment..
THINGS THAT CAN BE PERCEIVED FROM THE OUTSIDE

THINGS THAT CAN BE PERCEIVED FROM THE OUTSIDE

A Poem by Tasi83


Where are we headed in this loud, intentional decline, in which straw man landlords who are ready to puff themselves up from houses of cards standing..
The homecoming beauty

The homecoming beauty

A Story by Tasi83


It is said by minds that are certainly more learned than average people, that is, "wiser minds", that the camp of ladies can basically be divided into..
UNKNOWN WILLS

UNKNOWN WILLS

A Poem by Tasi83


The superstitious yet poisonous heat of Summer is still suffocating my panel solitude; tiny specks of dust and dirt stuck to the chassis of cars are l..
ESSENCE NEVER TO BE SEEN

ESSENCE NEVER TO BE SEEN

A Poem by Tasi83


The thorny thicket of reality might not even have to be cut down; let it prick the person where it can, so that the years of sehonna, mishaasana, intr..
A decade thought wasted, or the dormant spark

A decade thought wasted, or the dormant spark

A Story by Tasi83


In the mirror, there is usually a whale or wombat head, as if a lawnmower is constantly making a circular, spiraling movement, and only clumps of hair..
Back to Death

Back to Death

A Poem by Tasi83


In a short time - you will see - I will become completely silent, I will be silent forever so that I can finally immerse myself in the redeeming Death..
It's still on the verge

It's still on the verge

A Poem by Tasi83


I still look around at this unrestrained, revenge-hungry, changed World; My desperate fear drags me between immeasurable abysses. An unknown force for..