Author Archives: poemcollision
He had asked if she’d put on her most beautiful dress. She did. Standing in front of her closet, there was no doubt, in this second, which one she’d take. It was not dress but a skirt, still she took … Continue reading
Through centuries, there have been people who want to see us on our knees, who want us to pray, to stay obedient, silent. Their form of power over us has taken different forms. Some took us to the pyre, some … Continue reading
taken in … guess what, not in any Arabic country, but in Schwetzingen (Germany)
This last day of the first month of the new year – it’s … well, everything that can go wrong, it went wrong. From a belated tram, a missed train, a bus that goes to the wrong direction, from another … Continue reading
Once, there was a young girl, somewhere in post-communist Europe. She had only one wish, and someone told her that – if she’d only take enough off her clothes, and get lost of as much as possible that God had … Continue reading
Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door. Oh, wait, I’ve forgot, … Continue reading
I always hated this idea of “us” vs. “them”, “we” and “they”, but then on New Year’s Eve, I find myself sitting in the tram, and I simply want to have any second skin around me. As if suddenly the … Continue reading
i google your name, search facebook, try to re-find your picture somewhere else, to realize there’s nothing, and that I’m completely fucked up. adieu.
“This year I’ll stay up until New Year’s Eve because I want see 2016 to die.” Not my words but yet so true. Happy 2017 to everyone!