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Norbert Tasev Apr 20
A dangerously shrunken
Sififus world all,
cursed weight mountain as colon
puts on us, hanging on
over our body-soul up to
an iron hook or tweezers.

The average man
rather intentionally
closes toward yourself,
that even out of accident
nor can they recognize it,
don't have to
Others are curious-moss
he is finally revealed in his eyes.

The plans set,
petty, compromised
goals everywhere
rather closed doors,
Blind windows are welcomed,
for just certain
can be with key exclusions
Nowadays, anything to do now;
the mediocre kliss,
also
he is puzzled by one
*** kick, kicking,
or walking with muddy shoes
on cleaned situations.

The presence is old,
yellowed envelopes
certainly
harder to expand,
to see
The lack of care.

Steaming blade
next to the toilet
Even though it is so,
that for a thousand forints
It is only possible to let go of our *****;
black cat rushes over
from one corner to another
in his mouth maybe mouse,
or rat.

Between depth and height
halfway just just
a fading, thin
strip is visible,
which is getting easier
as a thin thread
You can break at any time.

As a dark bowle
El-Elgulul is still used,
over balding heads
guilt and shame petty,
pathetic alchemy.
Wasp
Tirgishada
chews on colonies;
between themselves the maps
they are also divided.

The tattooed brainwashed consciousness
- Fearful -, only rarely
may be responsible for better decisions.
Gross
The prison-smelling human soul!
The infinite emptiness
flawed spiral
Slowly consuming everything!
Paul Otundo Apr 20
Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, let's talk about anxiety:

The laughter felt hollow. "Just kidding!" they'd say,
But the jokes they would tell held a sting in their play.
Offensive and cruel, a twisted, mean rule,
"We're not racist, we swear! We've a friend from your school!"
But I was that token, the one they would name,
While behind all the laughter, I felt only shame.
A knife in my back, a malicious sharp crack,
A constant reminder of all that I lack.

One day, I strolled in, a grin on my face,
Reception was cheerful, a welcoming space.
Friends gathered quickly, all happy and loud,
We played soccer together, praised high in the crowd.
“Just kidding!” they laughed, as they tossed me the ball,
But even then, a small shadow began to enthrall.

The next day arrived, and their smiles felt so thin,
Sweet words they would offer, but something felt grim.
“Are you okay?” they would ask, with a glint in their eyes,
But behind all the kindness, I sensed a disguise.
A clinical comfort, wrapped tight in my fears,
The laughter felt forced, after all the past years.

So, I started to distance myself from the crew,
But their antics just worsened, a horrible debut.
Pretending to whip, with their laughter so loud,
Making statements unworthy, they thrived in the crowd.
Avoiding their taunts felt like such a lost game,
But their mockery lingered, igniting the flame.

Now, when I walk on, I feel eyes on my spine,
A scrutiny’s grip, like I’m trapped in a line.
Each shadow behind me, a judge with a scale,
And I’m just the subject in this haunting tale.
The world feels so heavy, their power’s a curse,
I’m lost in the chaos—am I doomed to rehearse?
Written from the tension between belonging and being othered. This is about the kind of "joke" that echoes longer than it should, the friendly fire that leaves bruises. It’s personal, it’s social, it’s quiet harm loudly felt.
Norbert Tasev Apr 19
Today, it is increasingly intentionally split and cannot be. It is as if billions and one person feel that our mortal time will expire sooner than the originally allowed. He multiplies, and he first only manipulates his feelings, and he has created his smaller or larger gambling games, because now he will soon see more suspicious failures than the deserved misunderstood success.

Not only is a series of games decided in bred, brainwashed heads; Because control boards, if left, are less and less warning of their obligations that can be fulfilled. Mild stomach nerve stretches its string among the tremors of the soul, and the recent assault can be followed by the rest of the assured protection as a primary and perhaps still conditional.

- Nowadays, no noble or good thing can come from sediment masses; They will be shadows and feelings for themselves spicl. They dream of ants from scratch is increasingly detailed for Chinese loans, saying; Even the interest is intact that it is paying.

Another end-of-end length is not unnecessary, nonsensical wings, which the average person is less and less, and may not rarely cut it alive. Some of the concrete relationships are more likely to be silenced because they have guessed the more real essence. While you occupy your stunning fingers with a sense of lack and temporary happiness, and in the way of shipwrecks, they are a little bit like losing themselves!
Norbert Tasev Apr 18
You may even have trouble yourself, even if you crawl, unworthy, cherish thoughts that never come together enough; The dear angel scent, which makes you feel at the rose-fingered dawn, or a yellowed photo showing a forgotten wedding wedding in just as cozy shipwrecks as the rings of the trees that count on the constantly difficult collon weights of the past decades.

The unbearable lightness of life is shaking, not only on the broom of superstitious eyelashes, but also in the depths of the eternal childhood soul that we were deliberately did not show to others. With empty glue hands, like a disturbed thief, one gets drunk if he couldn't try enough luck. Grotesque mode is over and over again, and the endless time is finally cried back to missed minutes ...

The pigeon color dawn falls unexpectedly on us if you have to wake up to the still-stingy, coma body; His germination and instincts are even lined, perhaps they would like to wait for their destiny, if you could still watch the Book of Fate for us? The heart clock called the heart, like a pulled, timed bomb, threatens cataclysms at any moment, and it is not to reach the well -deserved retirement years. Cause and cause halfway away this way; It covers objects, petty gaps, cracks of cracks. The troubled mind is gone by the purposeless, meaningless clichés of reality: did it make any sense if you are unable to come out of your small alms paying?!

Even though you are struggling with sinners, the crowded universe is still lurking in your pockets, because you have long been in mind to ask others the big recurring questions: to make a bargain ease, everything else is a lie!
Norbert Tasev Apr 17
It would often be good to step out of the deliberate cover of blind spots, which humiliate anyone who is invisible to the average little man, so that there should be this perpetual eclipse in human heads. You should not be easily lost in the puffy soul. Now this is going on: small and medium -sized enterprises can be stuck at any time on each other's hanging tree just because the larger -smelling sharks will ride everything and everyone that is possible.

Cheap Judas golds in their expensive trousers, or just their latest sports cars; Alligators are so fierce to prey, waiting quietly. For them, just an unexpectedly bad time to live on to their liking; Failure trends are increasingly being taken to the wrong direction. You shouldn't go to the east - but where humanity remains, the little spark of humanity.

The silent news brother, of course, is, of course, as an additional scapegoat, is wrapped in a single air promise. Ten little fingers sure I say was shaking enough on the trigger. - The constant restless anxiety should always be observed in the depths of the inner walnut souls.

For years, every little man has been hesitant on the edge of the platform, as if only this could have been the only place for others to be in the number of people; As if the faces should not look elsewhere in just one direction. They were stuck with stunned beetles among the neon reflectors of existence. The petty thoughts close, as are the metro doors narrow and smoky tunnels in the dark depths!
Norbert Tasev Apr 16
Behind the apparent superficiality, the indifferent exhibitionist attitude, human epithelial layers are deployed as chitin armor not only on inner, more jealous emotions, but also for the rings of trust. Only tiny, almost insignificant, humble pests are continuing their work with a lovable, emphatic background noise. Halfway through the subconscious impersonality, the dramatic, silent tension is still gently overwhelmed.

The found, validation metaphor for happiness seems to be geller on the richter scaling of modern mass; Because nowadays, as a chameleon, anyone can change shapes and smooth it consciously into an increasingly worse, livelier environment. They say - at best - a spectacular amount as a peculiar unit of measurement for the purchase of the soul, and the three -step distance modification is increasingly valid.

In the capillaries, hardly visible to the eyes, doubt, sorrow, perhaps even pain; The doubt and pursuit to something noble, to the right, can give even a smaller extra incentive for cumbersome self -esteem, dignified dignity. Acceptance remains, though - no doubt - that it is not intentionally. You will be unnoticed inside and out of the outside, as the dog is not interested in what's going on inside!

We should be a liar in each case, for those who voted trust for craftsmen, just like the Mihasna, to be noble, to go to the goat cabbage?! Come on! It is covered by blind shadows, groping instead of humans, stumbling in the world!
Norbert Tasev Apr 15
Equipped movements, love testimonies, enforcement of fallen loopholes in the spinning time, the cities of Ninivei doomed to spin; The little benefits of trembling and acts. Do roaring blood clots still reach the heart's atrial wreaths safely so that the total infarction does not occur?! The youngest donkey generation seems to have been mistakenly manipulated, as they are threatened by lasting hind legs and wrinkles.

The multitude of mass people cross homeless gillists; From the bottom of the depths - fear - maybe there is no perfect way out. There are only tolerances and preparations in the hope of survival that can be sold. Mushroom clouds multiply from the nails of the nucleus of nucleus; Teenager diva are increasingly behaving childhood as if they no longer remember the memories of saraishes and babies.

contagious echoes yell at the deaf ears of the people; Promised benefits are deliberately thrown into the trash cans, saying, be satisfied with the minimal life you are currently. The world shows more and more visible apocryphal signs, and there are hardly any who understand. Portable conscious loneliness stifles his victims, - they have become a grin, and the old well -deserved laughter, which dissolves our inhibitions and may still be liberated.

The source of all the troubles was that the world was still a talmi, which could be easier to die! Halfway between the awake and the actual subconscious, it seemed as if the instinctive, instinctive hesitation ...
Northern Poet Apr 14
Modern love
Plays out  
All over Facebook
And the social feeds
Not quite Shakespeare
It’s more Love Island themed
It started with a kiss
And ended with disease
True romance
Cozy nights in
A three course meal
Just for you
By him
Catching feels
***** flutters
Where digital love begins

Smitten kittens
Tagging each other
In the latest memes
A selfie before
The cinema screen
Holiday snaps
“A pic of my man
I love how he naps x”
Status updates
Painted on the wall
From single
To a relationship
In no time at all

Not quite Notting Hill
Just another IG Story
Eastenders drama
Is social media glory
Posting again
At 3 in the morning
The lies and deceit
Not so discreet
Posting the screenshots
And read receipts
“U ok ***
Wot happened
Babe DM me **”

Love to air your ***** laundry  
And filthy sheets
Content’s like clockwork
When a new lover’s
On the scene
Breaking up in style
Part of the routine
For an audience
That can’t help but stare
I’m obsessed
When a post is shared
No need for the town square
We’re all living
Vicariously through
You and your private affairs
Norbert Tasev Apr 14
It would be good to know that you are guarding the coals, even under the rapid ash; Will, humility, humanity should not go to landfill or lose, just because the superficial, exhibitionist world is now to make ritual head washing in brainwashed monkeys. You should not leave yourself, just like the mass people who get on with each other, they are suspiciously suspicious of being on Lamburgini, Ferrari, or Porschs, mainly on the Andrássy Road of Paris.

Unfortunately, you know that noble intention to be improved nowadays is getting stuck more and more, like some efushed Robinson's shipwreck, and leaves more creative-creator thoughts on robbery chains, since only some more influential circular companies produce a profit profit. Goodness and purpose are now turning your back, because in dark moles, you are looking for labyrinths, and you are now unable to use the cheap use of practical survival: you sell or if you don't pay attention!

Even our naked soul preserves the tamed evening light of inner visions, because it never benefits. Ancient harmony and tranquility perhaps only on the ocean-party pearl Island, if you can find a man in the earthly paradise, where angels are happiness and enjoy the fullness of life.

Once upon a time, it would be good to throw away all the small -style Sififus terrestrial burdens from our anxious inwardlessness, and to keep that inner coals with loyalty to someone while possible. As a radar screen, sincere love is perceived by indoor echoso sounds, only the current modern man is scared of him precisely because he puts only cheap material things in the order of the emotions.
Izan Almira Apr 13
There was a black man on the street, asking for a handout.
The glass between his hands was empty
as he begged the people that passed by
who, ashamed, looked down and walked away.

They glanced at the black man,
and they saw a blade under his worn-out coat;
a man who wasted his money on ****, ***** and drugs;
someone who didn’t want to study.

What I saw was a desolate man.
Someone who had tried to live, but hadn’t been allowed to.
Someone who wasted his spare money on food to feed the
kids he had had because he couldn’t afford protection.
Someone who invested the little that remained
on Spanish lessons so he could thank the few people
who looked at him like he was human, real;
thank them for the five cents they gave him.
I saw a man who wanted to get off the street.

A sweet and desperate man.
A man that was born on the wrong side of the tracks.

A hard-working man.
I spared some change for him,
and he held my hand
(Gracias)
His touch was rough after working;0
rough after building the foundations
of the buildings where people
who looked down when he begged
lived in.

Don’t blame him when they tear down.
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