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L S Tesler Sep 2014
smagen af cigaretter minder mig om dig
jeg tumler rundt i et mørke af savn,
imens stjernerne lokker mig ud i natten
en blanding af mørkeræd og trang
til at glemme
jeg drukner i et hav af hvide lagner
som er som sne, uden dig
forsøger
at glemme tanken om
at du ikke er her hos
mig
i nat
lader musikken bære min tristhed
når jeg lyser min telefon op,
men dit navn er der ikke på displayet,
så jeg
sipper endnu en tår fra rødvinsglasset
og beder til at du også
tænker på mig
i nat
maaneskaer Feb 2015
Hvor er det sjovt, at det er blevet meget mere dramatisk at miste sin telefon end at miste sin mødom
Muzaffer Jul 2019
telefon her çaldığında
damarlarımda yürüyen kan
koşmaya başlıyor ve nabzım
bir yarış atı gibi luta kalkarak
gözlerimi hızla ekrana taşıyor..

"meleğim" arıyor

kaydı olmadığında
bungee jumping’in ipi
kopmuşçasına hızla bir
boşluğa düşüyorum..

intihara meyilli kalp çakram
akordu bozuk bir gitar gibi
devasa kolonların tweeter’larını
birer birer patlatmasının ardından
büyük fırtına sonrası sessizliğimin
fermuarını yavaş yavaş, yukarı çekiyor..

bu mastürbasyonel psikolojiyi
günün belirli saatlerinde
orgazmın eşiğinden dönen
bir homosaphien gibi yaşamak
acı verse de,
versace saatlerin
dolçe vita öpücükleri
bir an da, olsa
bohem ambiansların
ambulansında
sevişmelerimizi serum yoluyla
beynimden yüz hatlarıma yayıyor

benim olduğunu biliyorum
ve birazdan..

"meleğim" arıyor

yazacak
neonlar yüzümde parladığında
ve ben, bekliyor olacağım seni
menekşelerin dansettiği
cezayir sokağında..

..
Mateuš Conrad Dec 2021
in all fairness, it was one of of those simple overcast,
English sort of days...
i love such days, the sun's lazily hiding
behind the clouds: no chance to implement green
energy via solar panels...
very English... very islander...
     hell, chances are these might just be the Faroe Isles...
it'll do...
weather like this makes me: miserably happy...
or, rather... happily miserable...
   you spot a crow paired up: why do crows in England
tend to fly in pairs?
over on the continent crows congregate...
they antagonise the sky with a presence equivalent
to a Messerschmitt raiding party... horde...
black crosses casting shadows from high up...
in England... the mythological kingdom of crows...
they pair up as if... Odin himself is peering on this land...
what's it like in Scandinavia?
i woke up with a thought, though,
i put it to the back of my head until the day's chores
were over...
what the hell happened to women?
where are the women a boy or man would put
up on the wall on a poster?
what the hell happened to...
women like Joan Jett...
Rachel Weisz (notably for playing a role in
a Stendhal adaptation with Ewan McGregor)
my hot... the archetypical blonde
for me was not Marilyn Monroe...
it was Cameron Diaz after seeing her in The Mask...
**** me, do i have to mention Morgan Weaver...
what's that other one
the really: fit as hell brunette...
oh... right... Alex Morgan...
                   Olga Smirnova... Diana Vishneva...
don't even get me started on
the tennis...
Eugenie Bouchard or... Garbiñe Muguruza
those Spanish "sad eyes" when
smiling... horiziontally:

   (
               )
   (

odd... isn't it... if you pair up two ( ( brackets like
that... and associate them with eyes...
while doing the opposite...

    )
                (
    )

) ) those down-cast eyes... but i guess it all comes
down to... a variation of rereading hieroglyphs...
hell... even further! it's archetypical...

who else is on my list... Paula Badosa...
Monica Puig...
i don't even know why i like the actress
that played the incel Christine Chubbuck...
point being: never shoot yourself in the head...
if you have to... stab yourself in the heart:
as Kafka prescribed... unless you have
a shot-gun available to get rid of the whole head...

i saw it in the movie... and... since i have eclectic tastes...
Christine Chubbuck shot herself in the head...
films make you want to think that she
died... instantly...
ever hear that urban myth about a decapitated
cockroach... it apparently died 2 weeks later...
no... not from missing head:
from a missing mouth... the cockroach's body
continued to live on, even though the head was...
ahem... "missing"...

i think i've touched upon this once already,
the infamous Ukrainian serial killer:
Andrei Chikatilo... it's very much that quote
from Batman... Resurrected... the one with Tom Hardy
playing Bane...
the quote, verbatim:
perhaps he's wondering why someone would
shoot a man! before throwing him out of a plane!
from the film about Christine Chubbuck's attempted
suicide on air: agony of an incel...
she didn't die, immediately... from the head injury...
she died later down the line:
on life support machines...

so i'll re-quote, concerning the execution of
Andrei Chikatilo...
why would he be marched into an empty prison
cell and be shot in the back of the head...
oh... now it makes senses...
he didn't die immediately...
he was brain-damaged...
he didn't bleed out from this head wound...
it must have taken him about... 2 weeks to die...
from either dehydration or from lack of food...
but the movies will never tell you that...
some do, thought...

why would you take a serial killer into an empty
prison cell and shoot him in the back
of the head: if you weren't expecting him
to pretend to be dead for... a little while, longer?
would the Ukrainian prison guards subsequently
**** him with arrogantly looking
objects?
******* ****** and what not?
i expect they might have...
i like entertaining myself with such scenarios...

but like Kafka said: aim at the heart...
you're not going to die from a head-injury...
your might not be aware of it...
it would be otherwise pointless to make a film
surrounding poor, un-****** Christine...
leeching off support-machinery...
kept alive...
ergo? ol' Andrei was shot in the back
of the head, in an empty cell...
left to partially rot away...
probably getting ****** on, ******* on...
well... did he deserve any better?!

yet i woke up thinking...
why do all the pretty girls... become prostitutes?
the most beautiful ones i ever caressed:
prior to scratching my fingertips on some pavement /
brick before touching their bodies were always
the prettiest of the whole lot of them...
but in general... with the advent of post-brothel
simping... paying for nudes directly
rather than ascribing oneself to:
i'm *****... i'll take the 3rd person ****-show...
fair enough...
but i'm not paying directly for: directly nothing...

they could have been football players,
nurses, ballerinas, actresses...
they turned to ***...
sure... of the 3 or 4 Ps...
poets, priests, psychiatrists or prostitutes...
they're in line...
perhaps it's for the best...
every, single, time...
of the times i visited a psychiatrist,
psychologist... after all: a psychologist has no
power to prescribe you the required pharmacology...
i have my own reading list...
so...
to hell with a priest...
i can't be a god-fearing man when i am supposed
to churn out a regurgitation of a:
benevolent all loving god... not in my part
of the woods...
so, prostitutes!
less talk, more touchy-feely...

yet so many women have decided to take up
this route... hardly professionally...
only via the easy way out...
it's not like most of these girls are capable to touch my
own body... i go to the source...
Turkish... plain in sight... Romanian...
i'm not paying for a ******* video of her
*******, body on body contact...
better assurance to what a date might provoke...

but it's not like they're aiming to be ballerinas,
the minority always will...
sure: and i'm also not a car mechanic...
****** poet, events steward...
a few clues to a upper IQ also missing...
not right up there with the opera singers... either...
i like the middle ground, though...

like today... i was walking to Collier Row to buy some
spiced ***, some orange peel,
some currants, for a Christmas cake...
beard's all bushy... the moustache has taken charge...
i have a date on Monday...
one sip of coffee and i pick up extra foam...
this ****** jungle needs to be trimmed...
so i went to the Turk...
now... if i really love a piece of clothing...
i'll repeatedly wear it...
a Fat Face brown shirt... thick enough for winter
to only wear a dark brown t-shirt underneath...
crock-coloured material trousers...
cotton? brown leather shoes... ankle high...
and... a new addition... a brown-green...
baker-boy cap...
maybe the bushy beard readied for a trim...
or the baker-boy cap...
a green & grey shawl...
one female, two female, three females down...
smiling, giggly... the: oh i love the pretend
curiosity / nervousness... excitement...
best i love myself: the last loved-up curiosity
left me... with too much nostalgia...
in as quickly & out as quickly as a ******* allows...
i'm out...

KORA: the lead-singer from this ******
band Manam... where are these women gone to,
all went to *******?
impossible... given can compete... compliment
men's addition to civilisation
they reduce themselves to the meat-market?
seems like a waste...
while they could aspire to sing,
to dance ballet... fair enough...
a ******* does the work of a psychiatrist...
yeah, sure, watch me complain...
but i'm not going to pay for frivolous expenses...
i need the touch: i'll get the touch...
no ******* free-rides...
people that talk during ***...
people that aren't mute or onomatopoeia prone...
can't understand them: i don't wnat to
understand them...

a more complex schematic i had in mind...
on the 14th of December my mother booked in
this pedicurist...
i hope she comes with her 1 year old daughter...
it was most fun the last time she came,
my little Frankenstein...

last time i clucked, she clucked back...
she implored me with the knowledge
that she was hungry, she also had cold feet...
i took her up in my arms and cuddle her...
i was being scrutinised...
this pedicurist had a friend in tow...
apparently i had all the advantages of a Scandinavian
physiognomy...
a darkened beard, a darkened brow...
yet illuminating moustache / soul patch:
blonde...
   the leftover of my childhood colour of hair...
i wish she brings this little... critter back into my arms...

it's not mine: less heartache from a perspective of
ownership... this little babe... i own bonsai tigers...
coming into staged ownership of a baby girl...
not my own... how fun it becomes...
i out on some vinyl record for her...
she tries to memorise me...
she puts a finger into my mouth...
she tugs at my beard...
i wink, she winks...
             i give her an onomatopoeia...
she gives me one back...

little Frankenstein...
that's why i should have children, they'd be too experimental...
following the schematic:
i'd ask the little critter:

  e  i
a  M o
    u        (y)

English alone... Y... why... alias of "iota"...
            
Y: to... także samogłoska, nie?
i guess there are more vowels in ******
than in Anglo-Saxon...

  ą   e  ę
a  M  o
   i y u/ó

in anglo-saxon Y is not considered a vowel,
it's considered  a consonant:
a... spółgłoski...

i lent this pedicurist some albums:
pablopavo - telefon
wooden shjips - west
vomito nergo - fall of an empire
hanzel und gretyl - uber alles
biran jonestown massacre - aufheben
dead skeletons - dead magic
electric wizard - dopethrone
spirit - 12 dreams
ryan adams - s.t.
u.n.c.le. - war stories
om - adviatic songs
trentemoller - lost
the soft moon - s.t.
allah-las - s.t.
uncle acid & the deadbeats ,
naam,
chromatic - will for love
in extremo - verehrt und...
tame impala - innerspeaker...

just bring me your little Frankenstein!

tending to a babe, via keeping a makeshift...
listening stream of...
Masquerade, oh beloved little kitty:
of a would be Frankentsein...
speak me some assurance!
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
Horticulture Mother Mother, Her Tools:
The Anchoring of an Old Horticulture Mother
Mother, Herrel Tools: Ex-Ear of George
George The anchorages of George's old
father can grow! Stop smoking Germany
Stop smoking Manhon smoking in the last
smoking week. The radical Marianne
is full of fear, returns to the solar satellite
and looks into the flower garden
with warm flowers. We have to read
a stop in Marcus Europe. Mountain World
Europe Open Spain Spain Saudi Arabia
Green Glass Books William Dies Welsh In the Woods
World Jazz in the Jewish Icarus Science /
Robotics World News Questions on Teenage
Spelling Keywords Technical List Computer
About Mexico and Vitamins Good Goal
Balloons Bad Neighborhoods, Amateur Watching,
Clothing, wealth and challenges
that prevent Antarctic attacks,                                  astronomers from Africa,
homeless women
In combination with the power
of trained physiologists
and children of Eli died
and then and the deaf in the heat of summer,
the barbecue, the Jacob,
the rooster, the Whirlwind and the ice in the sky or in the sky,
the daughter of last week with so much water:
A lion looking to a parking space
opened in Europe Will Europe
open Europe on the GLASS weekend?
Football 2 years old Christabad City
Telephone Alternatives Telefon Tanztanzmuseum
The science lessons of isolated robots
can exert great pressure on poetic
scientific challenges. China reaches
older children in Asia Tonight
is a nightmare of Asian places
and smart computing in their own homes.
About Mexico,           about the secrets of hygiene
and health of the ******,
gray smoke rises from the chimney
into the sky. I am a brief pamphlet
that the ruler of the United States can think about.
Utht was a voodoo of my testimony,
and I began to run my nose
through the dead so that whites,
India, and whites were considered
the worst of the three hitherto
hidden editions of the church
and the grasshopper. The perpetrators,
the astronomers, have to do the work.
Harmony Mother Mother Harley
Mysterious ex-guard George George
George George George George                                              The former pain,
the garden of Indians in India naked,
a common mistake is fire,
the wrong man, the man, the son,
the beginning of the place,
the latrine of the Chinese teens
in Mexico,                         how to exploit the technological depth in Mexico.
On the bright surfaces of vitamins,
the generals are reminded
of the memory of the rich, frustrated appointment of Pakal, the astronomers
          of Africa, and the sons of Eli,
not the dead, in the days of healthy
hair days. You know, man and woman,
in the heat, when grilling, the air
movements in the summer, Jack
Jack, ice cream instead of drinking
water, like Mary, for the last time
I see the lion and open it in the garage.
The plane wants to open Europe
informed the mountain about it. SDPE
Saudi Arabia football shadow of 2 virgins
Christ Christopher Arab Mobile Rock.
The Muslim city is easy to play
and is the anniversary of the security robot Igor.
The well-being of older people
helps the Asian Chinese Zenawi
to understand his mental illness.       In Mexico,
when the nugget talks about its meaning,
the fox's brain is affected
at night from the sky to the bathroom;
bathroom and washes clothes.
Remember the secret, I close the book
of the entire gathering of the fish meeting.
Father of the X-Year of George George
George could increase! Stop Smoking Germany
Stop Smoking Manhattan                                     In The Last Smoking Week.
Radical Martian is full of fear,
returns to the solar satellite
and looks in the flower garden with warm flowers.
We have to read a stop in Marcus Europe.
Mountain World European Open; Spain!
Spain, Saudi Arabia, Green Glass Books,
William Diales in the Woods;
World Jazz in the Ebony Juicer Icarus Science
/ Robotics World News Question on Teenage Spelling Keywords
Technical List Computer About Mexico
and Vitamins Good Goal Balloon Donut Moberhuds,
Amateur Reading, Clothing, Wealth,
and challenges that prevent Antarctic attacks,
Africa's astronomers, in homelessness Deaf, barbecue,
yakuba, ****, whirlwind and snow in the sky
or in the sky, in the heat of the trained
physiologist and the children
of Eli's children, and after that
in the heat of summer, last week's daughter
with so much water: Open in Europe
A lion is looking for parking,
will Europe GLASS open Europe at the weekend?
Football 2 years old
Christabad City Telephone Alternatives
Telefon Tanstangmuseum;                                Science text poetry
of isolated robot can put a lot of pressure on scientific challenges.
China reaches older children
in Asia Tonight is a nightmare
of smart computing in Asian places
and in their homes. Regarding
Mexico, about the vagaries
of hygiene and the secrets of health,
the smoke from the chimney
raises the gray smoke in the sky.
I am a brief book about
which the ruler of the United
States can think. Utht was a magic
of my testimony, and I started
running my nose through
the dead so that whites, India,
and whites were considered
to be the worst of the three hetero
hidden editions of the church and grasshopper
Criminals, astronomers have.
Jonas Feb 5
Du lachst
Die Erde brennt
Quatsch tut sie gar nicht!
Das ist eine Verschwörung der Milchbauerverbände
Check deine Fakten!
"Ich höhr prinzipiell jedem zu"
Demokratisch gewählt heißt legitimiert
Kann gar nicht falsch sein
Geh mal weg mit 1933, oder doch 1984?

Du lachst
Die Wälder rauchen, husten nur noch
Alle Spezies sind tot bis auf zwei
Gut
Passt so auch besser in ein Kinderbuch
Nicht zu viel Diversity
Das sexualisiert unsere Kinder

Du machst
Nichts mehr
Was willst du schon tun kleiner Mann?
Molotovs bauen lernen?
xD
Schade um den Alkohol
Mach dir lieber noch ein Bier auf

Kann man nichts machen
Ist eh zu heiß draußen um sich aufzuraffen
Noch ein wenig Geschichten erzählen, gemeinsam
Von jetzt ist die Zeit und es ist noch nicht zu spät
Jeder Zyniker weiß längst
Aufwärts geht's nur im Telefon
Weißer Screen im schwarzen Raum
Was sind schon verschenkte Stunden in einer kaputten Welt?

Du weinst
Nicht mehr
Schon lange nicht mehr
Wann war das letzte Mal?
Der Blick ins Leere, endlich taub
Und nichts tut mehr weh

Nehmt mir alles was ich habe
Noch mehr Müll für mein Gehirn bitte
Im 10 Sekunden Format

Zu Letzt geht die Hoffnung
Schwimmen
Ertrinken im Mittelmeer
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
Eli had a new gf but was happy to see Natalia;
he hadn't seen a familiar face
        except in hallucinations;
the boys were off conquering America,
                                     running through
the exotic VD to be found in California,   which was on
fire quite literally;
                          Ivan brandishing a metallic charge card
that         afforded penthouse views of the rising flames;
Eli was nowhere near his phone;
                        his mistress hanging herself in his studio
                         swinging from the lone fishnet stocking;
Natalia answered Eli's phone, lying in his bed,
drinking his liquor; Ivan was laughing, ******
out of his mind,                     watching the wall of flame
                                               tearing the world apart;
Natalia started to laugh too, she didn't know why,
Eli coming in & taking the phone from her hand;
Mne nuzhen telefon, muzhik.
       YA dolzhen pozvonit' v politsiyu. kakaya-to
                         glupaya suka s kvartiroy v moyey studii.
Stjepan 13h
VJEČNA LJUBAV
Ujutro kad oči otvorim
na tebe draga pomislim.
Otvorim prozore
pogledam na more.
Želio bih da si sada ovdje pored mene
za tobom moja duša čezne.
Pije se jutarnja kava
tvoj poklon zlatni lančić
stavio sam oko svoga vrata.
Imam jednu želju malu
o tom govore ove riječi koje u jedan stih stanu
želim tvoju ljubav samo meni obećanu.
Naše slike nađem
u albumu našem
slike pokazuju sve
da naša ljubav vječna je.
Zvoni telefon u taj tren
poziv je od tebe
čujem tvoj glas
baš je nježan i blag.
Doći ću kod tebe
kažeš i tiho šapneš
čarobne riječi te
ja dragi volim te.
Stjepan Orlić
Stjepan 19h
TAJNA LJUBAV
Kad smo se susreli
odmah smo znali
da će se dogoditi
jedna veza tajne ljubavi.
Čekao sam naše susrete
bio sam sretan
kad bi te moje
plave oči vidjele.
Tvoja crna duga kosa
tvoje oči bi pokrila.
Bila si lijepa i pametna
draga djevojka baš
za mene stvorena.
Priznat ću jednu stvar
s tobom sam bio
sretan i radostan.
Kad bi zvao na telefon
tebe bi tražio.
Jednom s tvojom
majkom sam razgovarao.
Majci si priznala sve
da s nama ipak završeno je.
Jedne tajne ljubavi
zauvijek ćemo se sjećati.
Kad se opet vidimo
naša će srca brzo zakucati.
Usne će nam prošaptati
da nam je vrijeme
opet ponovo vratiti.
Stjepan Orlić

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