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Abel 5d
Was heißt es Jud zu sein?
Heißt es: Du wirfst den ersten Stein?
Heißt es: Du bist ein feiger Schnorrer?
Heißt es: Du gehörst nicht nach Andorra?

Sie kommen und sie packen dich,
Der Traum vom schönen Leben bricht.
Was hilft des Mädchens Treue?
Was der Leute späte Reue?

Wem soll man glauben wenn ein jeder lügt?
Das Dorf in frischem Weiß geschmückt.
Andorra, so schön und rein,
Hier will keiner Jude sein.
Inspired by the dra,a "Andorra" by Max Frisch
Inspiriert von dem Stück "Andorra" von Max Frisch
Writeability Oct 25
The things I'm told
I do not know
They once were clear
But now I question them with desperation
Is this real?
Is this truth?
Of course this is reality he says
Behold
This is truth
There's no being misled
Why would someone deceive you just to get ahead?
Or is it...
Just to get IN your head?
My mind is fine
I know to believe the things I've been told
No need to question what he's said
I go ahead and trust with conviction
I tell you no lies...
Brain squeaks a bit here
I'm filled with fear
Is that truth or am i mistaken?
Did that really happen?
I hear these words that now make no sense
These stories that don't add up
They just don't make sense
Are they jumbled in my mind?
Or is everything just fine?
Am I going crazy?
I'm not sure
Am I?
Anais Vionet Nov 1
(a poem in Senryus)

Let’s rerun the play,
take up strings, so the puppets
can start fresh their dance.

Summon the old ghosts—
Shakespeare’s doomed heroes
—pronounce them reborn.

Recall the actors,
lead horses from their pastures,
raise the curtains.

Pay Shylock his pound
of flesh, give Richard his horse,
let Viola love anew.

Old, ever-hallowed
villainy, once banished,
has taken new stage.

Human suffering,
live—don’t fret, you won’t miss it
—it’ll come to you.
.
.
Songs for this:
Kool Thing by Sonic Youth
End of the innocence by Don Henley
The Perfect Idiot by Fievel Is Glauque
Merriam Webster word of the day challenge:
Hallowed = something or someone, highly respected and revered.

Shylock was 'the Merchant of Venice', driven to revenge by prejudice and discrimination, 'King Richard III', (also the plays name) trapped after the Battle of Bosworth Field, cried "My kingdom for a horse," before being slain, and in "Twelfth Night", Viola loved Duke Orsino, but things got 'complicated.'
Zywa Oct 29
P and I became

friends when my companion fell --


into a ravine.
Diary novel " Ik kus uw handen duizendmaal - Faxen aan Ger #6" ("I kiss your hands a thousand times - Faxing to Ger #6", 2024, Nicolien Mizee), January 17th, 2001

Example of an opening line of a story

Collection "Out of place"
Cradle nights and rocking thoughts-
tears stained in star dust, rising breaths shot by
the rockets burning at your throat. You had a smoke
before you’ll come and go- who could have known
the worry pressed against your heart, after that hovering
press of your thumb to send that message on your phone.

“Hey could you pick me up, I didn’t sleep at home,”
you slept over at the place you shouldn’t have- you
usually sleep alone; but how he kept an open mind and
open conversation; being the best intention and attention
someone could give you to keep you close.

It felt so good to be heard, for someone to put you
on top while he slept on the floor- but you grow jaded,
knowing that its going to be really awkward between you
both; spending the night with your best friend’s crush
The one you couldn’t tell her you had known long before;
having a bit of a fling before- but hoping no one would
actually know.

But as soon as she comes around to pick you up,
to take you back home- oh she’ll certainly know.
I
was a crab
and you
were an aphorism
for a broken heart.
and I hate metaphors.

I
am a crab
alone in this field
as the moon glimmers along
my spiked shell.
but you’d moved on.
9/14/24
Viktoriia Jun 10
what hurts the most
is the unbearable duplicity of it all.
i wonder how long you were going to pretend
once you'd changed your mind,
once i'd become too difficult for you to adore;
i guess developing a personality
outside of your own thoughts
was a huge turn-off.
you must've hoped that love had done a better job
at clouding my judgement right before that last fight.
well, self-awareness truly is a double-edged sword;
i found myself but i lost
the last ounce of compassion
towards your ever so unimaginative lies.
now that it's time to reap the fruits of our labour
every bite gets stuck like a lump inside my throat.
but darling, just so you know,
what hurt me the most
was the unbearable duplicity of it all.
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