Tags : Contemporary

CONVOLUTED REFERENCE POINT

CONVOLUTED REFERENCE POINT

A Poem by Tasi83


It is unnecessary to take back the polite right of self-indulgence - he is afraid. In vain! Amaga reduced to cordivat is proper, good manners, etiquet..
LONGING FOR SHELTER

LONGING FOR SHELTER

A Poem by Tasi83


Be careful my friend! No humiliation at all! Don't even think of showing yourself as vulnerable, vulnerable, childishly naive, a capricious-hesitant c..
HUMAN-STARS

HUMAN-STARS

A Poem by Tasi83


You don't need to wait for a ready-made home juggler. From the light palm of hobby-critics, the award-winners made the old-fashioned liking-selfishnes..
FAKE-DISTORTED PROPERTIES

FAKE-DISTORTED PROPERTIES

A Poem by Tasi83


Is it the gene, or the compromising, manipulative consciousness that is ready to shape itself, that is ready to encourage the frail man to make the ir..
A prediction about myself

A prediction about myself

A Poem by Tasi83


When my chewed-up bones will soon be laid before decomposing worms and beetles, will and blind luck will still flicker on top of the rich, undeserved ..
ROAD-SWOTTING

ROAD-SWOTTING

A Poem by Tasi83


Like someone who has been stuck here for a long time and killed the fetus of creation from dead times, he can no longer die or even thrive in his old ..
SPEECHES OF DISOBEDIENCE

SPEECHES OF DISOBEDIENCE

A Poem by Tasi83


Naïve, self-doubt confidence left over from childhood can hardly be nurtured in the Spirit; so it's a bit more adult with me, now it's still tens..
The death of nostalgia

The death of nostalgia

A Poem by Tasi83


I've been through this many times. I carried humility like an evil little garaboncia of resentment. The heavy shackles of despised destruction, secret..
PROFANE, PLAIN SPEECH

PROFANE, PLAIN SPEECH

A Poem by Tasi83


You have become what you never wanted to be in your whole life; closed book, closed door. You never denied yourself in a million ways, because you wer..
SOCIAL SHADOW CRAPS

SOCIAL SHADOW CRAPS

A Poem by Tasi83


Necropolis skyscrapers set on paltry rooftops only grow for some; Patrick Batemans wearing expensive Armani suits and Hugo Boss ties flaunt in limousi..
BETWEEN F*****G KNOTS, WILD DRIVES

BETWEEN F*****G KNOTS, WILD DRIVES

A Poem by Tasi83


Out there, it's as if the crazy world welcomes you again. Dried-out ideas and thoughts that are doomed to be uninhabited no longer stick in the heads ..
Petty loans of being

Petty loans of being

A Poem by Tasi83


On me - who knows why? -, blind, unfortunate clashes rage on and on. For me, simple complicated things turn out to be ill-fated. At any age, momentary..
CRUMBLE CONSEQUENCE

CRUMBLE CONSEQUENCE

A Poem by Tasi83


You are standing on the penultimate rung of the ladder, looking at where you can still find yourself in this filthy, cesspool, hardly human, useless, ..
GETTING OUT OF YOUR INNER LABYRINTH SELF

GETTING OUT OF YOUR INNER LABYRINTH SELF

A Poem by Tasi83


It's like you're an increasingly shaky pillar of your own petty, pitiful ceiling; you still try to hold your uncertain future with your two palms. Do ..
The natural history of grief

The natural history of grief

A Poem by Tasi83


The interrogated Past always turns back faster, becomes a fugitive. Relentless recognition keeps him at bay, haunting him like a tamed shadow. Humilia..
Testimony of the visionary

Testimony of the visionary

A Poem by Tasi83


Something always gets in the way: your atomic bomb-tempered father is still threatened with a salty death. Would you confess to him your love of liter..
MODERN-AGE INABILITY SPIRAL

MODERN-AGE INABILITY SPIRAL

A Poem by Tasi83


The flickering sliver of night light now encloses the pitch black like a looming, cracked lampshade. Outside, the brutal cold of winter, which wants t..
SHAMEFUL PHILOSOPHISM

SHAMEFUL PHILOSOPHISM

A Poem by Tasi83


The stupid smell of carrion is now only growing its selfish self in us; more and more greedily, unscrupulously demanding; even our hopes - if they wer..
A dream with Hölderin

A dream with Hölderin

A Poem by Tasi83


The decades I have spent have given me a eloquent observation. Even in my temper, my introverted selfishness is now more of a concrete weight that I c..
A LONELY STRUGGLE

A LONELY STRUGGLE

A Poem by Tasi83


A thick, mole-dark, haunted night after midnight. On veil-dark eyelashes, iron-heavy, hibernating dream-walking stretches and spreads. He doesn't even..