#balkan - Hello Poetry

Deep inside me, it’s still raining In a black night, heavy with thunder. And while I wait under the eaves of the roof For either a key or for the storm to break,I think about how to squeeze out another day’s wage, Since I’m still in this race for square footage—Just to prove myself to the world one more time. But still, I hear a voice inside, escaping me at times… Like an owl in the deep, black, rainy night, full of thunder. And it says: "Don’t kiss the bosses' ***** Don't be a party bot… a yes-man Just to build a three-story house when you only need one, Just so it's bigger than the neighbor's. You don’t need those plaster lions on the gates Just to spite the world. But then, the rain stopped. Freedom arrived

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May 5

May 5, 2026 at 3:10 PM UTC

AkM0303

The Plaster Lions

Deep inside me, it’s still raining In a black night, heavy with thunder. And while I wait under the eaves of the roof For either a key or for the storm to break,I think about how to squeeze out another day’s wage, Since I’m still in this race for square footage—Just to prove myself to the world one more time. But still, I hear a voice inside, escaping me at times… Like an owl in the deep, black, rainy night, full of thunder. And it says: "Don’t kiss the bosses' ***** Don't be a party bot… a yes-man Just to build a three-story house when you only need one, Just so it's bigger than the neighbor's. You don’t need those plaster lions on the gates Just to spite the world. But then, the rain stopped. Freedom arrived

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I fall, I rise, To fall once more... Just to learn, How to endure..

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May 3

May 3, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC

AkM0303

Learning to Rise

I fall, I rise, To fall once more... Just to learn, How to endure..

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All the adults were smoking. This is how I remember the Balkans. Plastic chairs. Apricots. Somebody's uncle repairing something unnecessary. Children running between parked cars like tiny emotionally unstable diplomats. The television inside talked constantly about danger. Meanwhile outside: watermelon, heat, neighbors yelling affectionately from balconies. Nobody explained anything directly. You learned history through atmosphere. You learned fear through lowered voices in kitchens. You learned love because everybody fed you constantly. A woman from the third floor once slapped my face lightly for swearing then gave me cake immediately after. Regional parenting. At night my mother watered plants in silence. Music drifted from somewhere distant. Laughter too. I think adults believed if they kept talking loudly enough the world would not collapse. Honestly? Reasonable strategy. One evening, I asked my father: "Are we going to die?" He looked at me for a long time. Then he lit another cigarette and said: "Finish your apricots." I never asked again. The apricots were good. The war ended. Somehow, both things are connected. I think about that courtyard now when I can't sleep. Not the war. Not the fear. Just the apricots. The plastic chairs. The way my mother watered plants like she was putting small bandages on the whole country. I am still that child, sometimes. Running between parked cars. Waiting for someone to explain everything with a piece of cake.

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May 3

May 3, 2026 at 8:05 AM UTC

MarcoK

Summer Courtyard, 1998

All the adults were smoking. This is how I remember the Balkans. Plastic chairs. Apricots. Somebody's uncle repairing something unnecessary. Children running between parked cars like tiny emotionally unstable diplomats. The television inside talked constantly about danger. Meanwhile outside: watermelon, heat, neighbors yelling affectionately from balconies. Nobody explained anything directly. You learned history through atmosphere. You learned fear through lowered voices in kitchens. You learned love because everybody fed you constantly. A woman from the third floor once slapped my face lightly for swearing then gave me cake immediately after. Regional parenting. At night my mother watered plants in silence. Music drifted from somewhere distant. Laughter too. I think adults believed if they kept talking loudly enough the world would not collapse. Honestly? Reasonable strategy. One evening, I asked my father: "Are we going to die?" He looked at me for a long time. Then he lit another cigarette and said: "Finish your apricots." I never asked again. The apricots were good. The war ended. Somehow, both things are connected. I think about that courtyard now when I can't sleep. Not the war. Not the fear. Just the apricots. The plastic chairs. The way my mother watered plants like she was putting small bandages on the whole country. I am still that child, sometimes. Running between parked cars. Waiting for someone to explain everything with a piece of cake.

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Today, as we strive to reach the heightsof life in the eyes of others,we are surrounded by a hunger for square footage,vacations, and exotic places.Craving the taste of papayas,chasing the hollow glow of likes,yet when the day ends, in a virtual worldamongst virtual friends...we are left alone with ourselves.Man, do you truly wishto keep climbing higherwithin the abyssof the virtual world?

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May 2

May 2, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC

AkM0303

The Virtual Abyss

Today, as we strive to reach the heightsof life in the eyes of others,we are surrounded by a hunger for square footage,vacations, and exotic places.Craving the taste of papayas,chasing the hollow glow of likes,yet when the day ends, in a virtual worldamongst virtual friends...we are left alone with ourselves.Man, do you truly wishto keep climbing higherwithin the abyssof the virtual world?

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Daylight messenger rests in sky alleys Shining like snowy pearls He glides with the scent of the valley Fairy mist wraps up the cores of roses Awaking their youth's aroma Morning carries a bliss of chroma With roots inside the earthly womb Their cosmic songs flow Feeding our senses with goodness Enigmatic spirits Has their beauty shown The valley offers her rich growth Petals majestic thrive crimsoned with a glee Their oils are a blessing to all Green forms breathe, apples, and grass sculpted within a scene In the Land of Roses Bulgaria, oh jewel in the wild Your wheat and your goods spring from deep like the waters

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Sep 14, 2023

Sep 14, 2023 at 9:39 PM UTC

Svetli

The Land of Roses

Daylight messenger rests in sky alleys Shining like snowy pearls He glides with the scent of the valley Fairy mist wraps up the cores of roses Awaking their youth's aroma Morning carries a bliss of chroma With roots inside the earthly womb Their cosmic songs flow Feeding our senses with goodness Enigmatic spirits Has their beauty shown The valley offers her rich growth Petals majestic thrive crimsoned with a glee Their oils are a blessing to all Green forms breathe, apples, and grass sculpted within a scene In the Land of Roses Bulgaria, oh jewel in the wild Your wheat and your goods spring from deep like the waters

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Me, me, me: I'm just up for dem purple notez like dat purple cow from dat commercial: a Milka spot, no tiramisu, me i got a really black leather jacket, originally stolen by my brate in da name of da hood: we robbed a rich family in my city dem apartment was closed, but my brate kicked dat door in wit his bosnian feet; 79 inches, balkan handz, workin wit a digga he be carryin dem lockerz; me tellin my brate: we got all dat yayo, so just do it and now we be eatin cevape and börek, while dem cops are lookin for two of these yugo-haircutz; bluelightz all over da place, sirenz and carz, me carryin da bag no ****** around wit home depot dear god, just help me dat time: i need me a benz wit dem mega-rimz now come on and see it, and take it like quick: da yugo-cheater, i'll be rippin off dat cash

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Nov 27, 2020

Nov 27, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC

maxneumann

Come Over, Come And Watch (Freely Translated Into Ebonicz)

Me, me, me: I'm just up for dem purple notez like dat purple cow from dat commercial: a Milka spot, no tiramisu, me i got a really black leather jacket, originally stolen by my brate in da name of da hood: we robbed a rich family in my city dem apartment was closed, but my brate kicked dat door in wit his bosnian feet; 79 inches, balkan handz, workin wit a digga he be carryin dem lockerz; me tellin my brate: we got all dat yayo, so just do it and now we be eatin cevape and börek, while dem cops are lookin for two of these yugo-haircutz; bluelightz all over da place, sirenz and carz, me carryin da bag no ****** around wit home depot dear god, just help me dat time: i need me a benz wit dem mega-rimz now come on and see it, and take it like quick: da yugo-cheater, i'll be rippin off dat cash

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brate be seven feet balkan handz yugo betrugo atm tear it off toni da serb rade belgrade brate be seven feet balkan dropkick es ist optik es ist kopffick we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish diz be the last day of yous ridiculous stay on this world last day of ya stay gimme your girl gimme da cash para be stammel du hammel ik fick dich he a sturdy kidic aber keine wichtig! come over and watch gimme some cash i'll cut ya head off yous trash ain't no madov ya know the code bro inspire me baby shorty now a sporty nach dieser feier gimme some raki my pantz be khaki benz like stasi you know the code joe gimme gimme gimme bibi bibi bibi ain't no real like the copy of a copy du opfer ich schneide deinen kopf ab eingeweide quill'n you gotz to chill we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish jacket originally stolen cevape and börek para and babas we don't care yeah life be quick touch my d##k rub my d##k life too quick energy months mothman ***** michael myers' titts hyper years feel me like an o.g. you know the code brate wenn ich deine fresse schlage yugo betrugo ebonics we got this yugo betrugo brate in die fresse pate we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish ain't nothing new check the views just one fu##in fan will burn ya jam hip hop colors flip flop mamas beach feelingz we need ringz: MASSIVE we need chainz: CUBAN LINK NECKLACE 1 KG CLASSIC

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Feb 18, 2020

Feb 18, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC

maxneumann

Parental Advisory / ADULT (CENSORED VERSION of "We So Yibbish" in EBONICS/GERMAN/YUGOSLANG)

brate be seven feet balkan handz yugo betrugo atm tear it off toni da serb rade belgrade brate be seven feet balkan dropkick es ist optik es ist kopffick we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish diz be the last day of yous ridiculous stay on this world last day of ya stay gimme your girl gimme da cash para be stammel du hammel ik fick dich he a sturdy kidic aber keine wichtig! come over and watch gimme some cash i'll cut ya head off yous trash ain't no madov ya know the code bro inspire me baby shorty now a sporty nach dieser feier gimme some raki my pantz be khaki benz like stasi you know the code joe gimme gimme gimme bibi bibi bibi ain't no real like the copy of a copy du opfer ich schneide deinen kopf ab eingeweide quill'n you gotz to chill we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish jacket originally stolen cevape and börek para and babas we don't care yeah life be quick touch my d##k rub my d##k life too quick energy months mothman ***** michael myers' titts hyper years feel me like an o.g. you know the code brate wenn ich deine fresse schlage yugo betrugo ebonics we got this yugo betrugo brate in die fresse pate we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish ain't nothing new check the views just one fu##in fan will burn ya jam hip hop colors flip flop mamas beach feelingz we need ringz: MASSIVE we need chainz: CUBAN LINK NECKLACE 1 KG CLASSIC

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