Existence Poems
Avatars' Mirror
by Darris van-Hoxen
If I
was on this Earth for
Nothing
I wish to know
was I
in my light
in what to fight
for
......
Pseudoscience and Mind Manipulation
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Total Classifier of Delusional Reality
A monstrous fraud-classifier
Has crept through every crack—
This world, like torn-out wiring,
Is shredded, shelf by rack.
The whole complex existence
Now sorted, filed, and tagged.
......
punish me no more
by Rumi Ullidov
Oh Lord! You that made me believe in your will...
Follow your orders, pray and still
Punished me
With the hand of a stranger.
Punish me no more!
My feelings are begotten and my flesh rotten.
My soul in a bit will drawn in shit
And misery.
Almighty Lord,
Happiness is what I feel;
......
Mass Exodus: Back and Forth
by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
Millions of legs, tight and stout, step out
Of their weak doorsteps
With their empty but mighty hands;
They never shirk working anywhere,
In any way, or so many ways
In any circumstances
Melting even Dallol, the hottest
With their cool-mindedness
Or heating even Oymyakon, the coldest
With their hot blood.
......
supernova
by Sirena V
as i am fixed amongst the stars,
i am devastated by the feeling of searing pain.
i don’t burn bright like all the other stars,
nothing like the other constellations formed endlessly
across space.
i burn tirelessly in grief and am aflame with eternal rage.
ever withholding from an all-consuming combustion,
......
Avatars' Mirror
by Darris van-Hoxen
If I
was on this Earth for
Nothing
I wish to know
was I
in my light
in what to fight
for
......
Pseudoscience and Mind Manipulation
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Total Classifier of Delusional Reality
A monstrous fraud-classifier
Has crept through every crack—
This world, like torn-out wiring,
Is shredded, shelf by rack.
The whole complex existence
Now sorted, filed, and tagged.
......
Here we are
by Mario Odekerken
Here we are,
like strangers now,
passing through each other's presence
as if memory where a ghost
too shy to speak.
Like burned out stars,
we still hang in the sky,
visibly but long gone,
a light that only pretends to be real.
......
Hinter dem Horizont meines Kummers
by Mario Odekerken
Dort,wo das Schweigen keine Fragen mehr stellt,
und der Himmel schwer hängt,
farblos,
gehe ich,Schritt für Schritt,
durch die Landschaft der Erinnerungen.
Die Tage sind durchscheinend
wie alte Fotos in einer vergilbten Schachtel,
und ich trage sie-
nicht als Last,
......
Beyond the horizon of my grief
by Mario Odekerken
There,where silence asks no more questions,
and the sky hangs heavy without color,
I walk,step by step,
through the landscape of memories.
The days are translucent
like old photos in a yellowed box,
and I carry them-
not as a burden,
but as an echo.
......
