Submissions by utenaka (cyanide kid102)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We have something to say to each other, and how well we argue - you drew passions, i am full of grounds. /F.N.
SELF POEM
Published
4th May 2015 2:38pm
4th May 2015 2:38pm
dentro
i have loved, for to find myself.mostly i used to love artists because i felt that love is begin of every art. i felt like artists are people who live on love and die from love..life showed that i mistake. i have love to find myself. but the way of love get me to loose myself, for to be selfless, to bring renuncitiation because of love, to give your compassion- these all things which are punishable
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd May 2015 1:59pm
3rd May 2015 1:59pm
f**k slander, f**k fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander on cristal decent fellow
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
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Fuck slander
Fuck fame, which projected on outmost hidden robotnik
Fuck slander
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Fuck fame
Fuck slander
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Fuck slander
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Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander on cristal decent fellow
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame, which projected on outmost hidden robotnik
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame
Fuck slander
Fuck fame...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st May 2015 4:04pm
1st May 2015 4:04pm
filthy escruciating rape: psychiatric ward
Aus Hermann Hesse:
Und wenn ins besonders begabten und zart organisirten Menschenseelen die Ahnung ihrer Vielsrältigkeit aufdämmert, wenn sie, wie jedes Genie, den Wahn der Persöhnlichheitseiheit durchbrechen, und sich als mehrteilig, als ein Bündel aus vielen Ichs empfinden, so brauchen sie nur das zu äussern, und alsbald sperrt die Majorität sie ein, ruft die Wissenschaft zu Hilfe, konstatiert Schizophrenie und beschützt die Menschheit davor, aus dem Munde dieser Unglücklichen einen Ruf der Wahrheit wahrnehmen zu müssen.
These words are not exactly about myself,...
Und wenn ins besonders begabten und zart organisirten Menschenseelen die Ahnung ihrer Vielsrältigkeit aufdämmert, wenn sie, wie jedes Genie, den Wahn der Persöhnlichheitseiheit durchbrechen, und sich als mehrteilig, als ein Bündel aus vielen Ichs empfinden, so brauchen sie nur das zu äussern, und alsbald sperrt die Majorität sie ein, ruft die Wissenschaft zu Hilfe, konstatiert Schizophrenie und beschützt die Menschheit davor, aus dem Munde dieser Unglücklichen einen Ruf der Wahrheit wahrnehmen zu müssen.
These words are not exactly about myself,...
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2015 12:29pm
30th Apr 2015 12:29pm
scopare questa merda
i'm not a poet
would i be the one
i would die
latest at the age of 37
but, i choose to survive
when i am not a poet
what a writing hand
i am then?
Nice to meet you, aborigen
me, not a poet, but like you
i wear nothing...
this is just little old piece of scribe, but alas i happen to be a damned poet,damned poet of deep underground, a hart site of poetry. my opinion with our dear Sir amorist John Feddeler fall apart, he sees du as good enterntainment page, i see the page like spot for guerrilla warfare, where one...
would i be the one
i would die
latest at the age of 37
but, i choose to survive
when i am not a poet
what a writing hand
i am then?
Nice to meet you, aborigen
me, not a poet, but like you
i wear nothing...
this is just little old piece of scribe, but alas i happen to be a damned poet,damned poet of deep underground, a hart site of poetry. my opinion with our dear Sir amorist John Feddeler fall apart, he sees du as good enterntainment page, i see the page like spot for guerrilla warfare, where one...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2015 11:56am
29th Apr 2015 11:56am
three little lines of desperate scribe...
entering the forest i feel
like this hour will turning
in pristine equanimity feeling
the beaty of blooming bear's garlic enchants..
two girls walking here , we say eachother couple of words
and they call me sister! inside myself i fall in Ah
but however i long to speack
they caanot know of my sorrow..
***
O, Ljenja
I long for your embrace
i long for your shoulder
i need you bring me my made from bone тянитолкай
but your soul hush
it grown delicate with with diverse...
like this hour will turning
in pristine equanimity feeling
the beaty of blooming bear's garlic enchants..
two girls walking here , we say eachother couple of words
and they call me sister! inside myself i fall in Ah
but however i long to speack
they caanot know of my sorrow..
***
O, Ljenja
I long for your embrace
i long for your shoulder
i need you bring me my made from bone тянитолкай
but your soul hush
it grown delicate with with diverse...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2015 11:42am
29th Apr 2015 11:42am
flame
i want to burn a flame
a flame on which coming, on which coming soaring
abused by men women, segregated woman and man, damned masters of entarte kunst
all shuted up. and thrown off from the life.
we will have big solemnity
our eyes will meet and our hands
we will howl out our recent torments
and later we might be even find
a humour?!
will we? will we yet may laughas
those who reach victory by
finding eachother to this flame
for gathering us together.
or is it again my delirium-dream?
that we find to eachother
on noone land...
a flame on which coming, on which coming soaring
abused by men women, segregated woman and man, damned masters of entarte kunst
all shuted up. and thrown off from the life.
we will have big solemnity
our eyes will meet and our hands
we will howl out our recent torments
and later we might be even find
a humour?!
will we? will we yet may laughas
those who reach victory by
finding eachother to this flame
for gathering us together.
or is it again my delirium-dream?
that we find to eachother
on noone land...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2015 11:35am
28th Apr 2015 11:35am
Rumination on sinister times
Of course, i still live in sinister times!
anger is futile. coexistence with homophob and telltaler
speak of my volatility.But i want
to kill you when you laugh on my words.
this rather is empty menace, for i never
plan physical violence.
there are oddly sinister times
when the talk of a tree withhold
the details of grim atrocity.
there are sinister times then!
most unfortunate age!
this is true i havent earned a dollar
but still i have food and smoke
blameful get euro from dole
but they(state) forced me live from it...
anger is futile. coexistence with homophob and telltaler
speak of my volatility.But i want
to kill you when you laugh on my words.
this rather is empty menace, for i never
plan physical violence.
there are oddly sinister times
when the talk of a tree withhold
the details of grim atrocity.
there are sinister times then!
most unfortunate age!
this is true i havent earned a dollar
but still i have food and smoke
blameful get euro from dole
but they(state) forced me live from it...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 12:00pm
27th Apr 2015 12:00pm
dentro
i puzzled by question why filthy atrocity evoke by folks no another velocity that passive curiousity?
***
dead, the long year
april...
too long...
deep underground...
aurelia...
***
to demetri estdelacropolis, mark uralskij, brener and schurz, alina vituchnovskaja, alexei deshevoi, marc martin, joannes wilms
by the smugness you deride my thinest nerve
i was enamored with you, my notion to you was alike
"i wanna be your dog", different than by iggy pop.
i wished you joy. i profefer you all my...
***
dead, the long year
april...
too long...
deep underground...
aurelia...
***
to demetri estdelacropolis, mark uralskij, brener and schurz, alina vituchnovskaja, alexei deshevoi, marc martin, joannes wilms
by the smugness you deride my thinest nerve
i was enamored with you, my notion to you was alike
"i wanna be your dog", different than by iggy pop.
i wished you joy. i profefer you all my...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 11:43am
27th Apr 2015 11:43am
danse macabre
i'a blame
giggle me out
i am a blame
spread parfum to myx face
i am a blame
spit to my feet
i am a blame
tease me with all your eating and smoking and garments delectations
because
i am damning fucking blame
trick me out
away from my haut(skin)
i must getting mend
but still i am a blame
Danse macabre
what a drudgery to make your lonely riot
on enemies
on friends
on the tentacles of the system?
dem bones, dem bones, dem dancing bones
doing danse macabre
how oft to pray into...
giggle me out
i am a blame
spread parfum to myx face
i am a blame
spit to my feet
i am a blame
tease me with all your eating and smoking and garments delectations
because
i am damning fucking blame
trick me out
away from my haut(skin)
i must getting mend
but still i am a blame
Danse macabre
what a drudgery to make your lonely riot
on enemies
on friends
on the tentacles of the system?
dem bones, dem bones, dem dancing bones
doing danse macabre
how oft to pray into...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Apr 2015 11:56am
24th Apr 2015 11:56am
t e l e g r a m
viaclovsky, mio tesoro. bless you. i am looking for the body, my body, which exist outside its patriarchal definitions. of course, thats not possible. but who is anylonger interested in the possible. even if my body might not be co-equivalent with materiality, that my body might deeply connected to, if not be, language. feminine language. what can language be which refuses? the only reaction against an unbearable society is equally unbearable nonsense. saludo, darling, always and whereever, yours.
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DARK POEM
Published
24th Apr 2015 11:49am
24th Apr 2015 11:49am
die pest, die kunst und andere verbrechern
Dr. Rieux: " er wisste ganz genau das ist die Pest sein...er wisse dass seine kollegen sich aus diesem grunde sträubten, und er wolle deshalb ihrer Seelenruhe zuliebe gerne zugeben, es sein nicht die Pest"
Albert Camus, Die Pest
HEY; MY FELLOW-ARTISTS OF YESTERYEAR AND THOSE TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN;
HABEN SIE NICHT BEMERKT; DASS IN DIE DURCH PATRIARCHALE DIFINITIONEN BESTIMMTE kULTUR UND KUNST IST LÄNGST DIE PEST EINGELIECHEN?!
wer wird es dringend und mit nachsicht behandeln, um die katastrophe zu vermeiden dass diese Pest unsere Seelen...
Albert Camus, Die Pest
HEY; MY FELLOW-ARTISTS OF YESTERYEAR AND THOSE TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN;
HABEN SIE NICHT BEMERKT; DASS IN DIE DURCH PATRIARCHALE DIFINITIONEN BESTIMMTE kULTUR UND KUNST IST LÄNGST DIE PEST EINGELIECHEN?!
wer wird es dringend und mit nachsicht behandeln, um die katastrophe zu vermeiden dass diese Pest unsere Seelen...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2015 11:57am
23rd Apr 2015 11:57am
curfew
inspired by Paul Eluard poem Curfew.
where to could we go, when they only know to ask us where we are from and not where are we going?
where to could we go, when this what calls 'culture' conquered the remnants of wild beauty with her arrogant mouth?
where to could we go, when even in native american festival will be roasted american cheeseburger?*
where to could we go, when we learned from ancient greeks?
where to could we go, when gallery spaces and reading rooms mostly make us vomit?
where to could we go, when cinema is dead?
where to could we go, if our...
where to could we go, when they only know to ask us where we are from and not where are we going?
where to could we go, when this what calls 'culture' conquered the remnants of wild beauty with her arrogant mouth?
where to could we go, when even in native american festival will be roasted american cheeseburger?*
where to could we go, when we learned from ancient greeks?
where to could we go, when gallery spaces and reading rooms mostly make us vomit?
where to could we go, when cinema is dead?
where to could we go, if our...
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