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  • Aron Manfeld: pi

    I love you, I always want to have you Read more in www.leselupe.de Read more…

  • Dulcolax®!

    21 short prose pieces are here in the visible directory (March 2021). I looked at them again after the Sunday breakfast (toast, egg, Parma ham, currant jelly, green tea) and noticed: of the 21 texts only 2 (two) are positive or amiable; the rest consists of melancholy failed relationship horror cabinet schizophrenia end of the world family conflict group hysteria… Read more…

  • life is enough to live

    life is enough to get up in the morning with the coffee pot in hand look out onto the street i no longer need your kisses on the neck i'm enough for myself it's getting light outside i let the shutters down i turn my mobile phone vibrates Read more in www.leselupe.de Continue reading …

  • mother

    Based on the hit of the same name by Rammstein. The research laboratory was extremely far ahead of its time. There were very good reasons for that. The laboratory was planned and commissioned by the government. The architects, engineers and construction companies involved were sworn to silence with horrific bribes. And the costs of building were… Read more…

  • his hands bright, machines

    motto; strange, i know how to be in words you draw the circle you lock yourself into it strange to think the real thing is a poem all things are given to those who don't speak strange, i never thought I hated words and yet i have the circle let it pull tight &… Read more…

  • Shortly before the end

    A spark of hope would be enough for me, a wake-up call from the long hibernation. I feel the years go by very quickly, too often my soul seismograph fails. Even if the panorama remained brighter, less and less went according to plan. As a tiny cog in the gears, I complete the lifetime novel. I will hardly become an apple tree… Read more…

  • Experience (X-Perience)

    Once upon a time there was a man he had two longing children their names were victory and paradies habeshas, ​​german, black and white this man was called tissop, the dream searchah in 2021 he created gang stories in wondaland neon green his iris when writing gp letters flowed out of him like babies victory and paradise were excluded our dream search twisted… Read more…

  • Egyptians

    Today I am writing a poem that reads: My husband is Egyptian - more proud than a pharaoh! And what am I? Perhaps cursed like the old kings - Caught up: like Nefertiti in Berlin. Or a grave robber. Petrifies her smile - but no less real. My husband is from Egypt - pride like a… Read more…

  • flotsam

    Do you think you could weigh them out in brass bowls the souls of the hapless who were looking for happiness and couldn't find it where the waves roar and the deep trenches shovel the clear with watery tentacles the clear is cloudy and ripples, he drives the torso of human vulnerability when he looks like a water lily turns ... Read more ...

  • Escape across the North Sea

    Spoiler: On my own account, my name is not Dennis Kram. In my entire life I have neither published nor published a book or offered it for sale in an online mail order company, nor have I authorized anyone to do so. Although I do not have the work under the ISBN number 1717995918, due to the booklet - including grammatical errors - I go to… Read more…

  • Die ll

    Late Sunday morning in bed your cold body Read more in www.leselupe.de Read more…

  • From kissing - a suite

    From kissing - a suite entrance see the refrigerator he wants to be kissed bend over and kiss him he will give you food 1st part for me that is not enough the kissing presidents on the red carpet because the tongue does not play a role they understand something about politics The logic does not prohibit… Read more…

  • Driving at dusk

    I drove the two of them in the twilight, they drove it on the leather back seat, the squeaking of skin and their black hair The cart did not belong to me, always trouble with the gears and the tank filling almost empty My eyes hidden behind dark glasses The left arm in the evening air drew its… Read more…

  • hate poem

    dirt on the tongue "baby" - ridiculous because the content is without teeth. yes, professional adolescents still love bukowski and fauser. on the other hand, the tender, the not too hard, the early and spring-aged elderly speak the “words ours in heaven”. believe me; nothing but sacred gockelei. spoke mysticisms in step ... Read more ...

  • Uncle Günther

    I admit that no one in my family has ever been well known. Although: There was one: Aunt Ottilie's husband, Günther, also called Günni. With Wim Thoelke he was on television at around nineteen eighty. What was it called? At the "Grand Prix". My uncle, the Günni, threw… Read more…