Tasi83 : Writing

DONKEY HORN

DONKEY HORN

A Poem by Tasi83


Interpreter for us, why should you? We have already overcome language, will, shackled Nothings. Art, as a vast storehouse of thoughts, only stands or ..
Adventurers, people, superheroes

Adventurers, people, superheroes

A Story by Tasi83


He tried so hard to carefully tiptoe into his grandmother's small room, almost the size of a mouse hole, that he could almost feel the excitement, in..
STATES OF Dizzy Ecstasy

STATES OF Dizzy Ecstasy

A Poem by Tasi83


Like a rooted suspicion, I live among dead basements, shadows, superficial mortals, as if the silence is timeless...And always there and in a way wher..
Between yet and yet

Between yet and yet

A Poem by Tasi83


An invisible chain is hanging over me. One eye is to be afraid, while the other is to beware. Net channels that cherish deceptive career dreams can pu..
Logical interaction

Logical interaction

A Story by Tasi83


Most people - of course, only when they experience something inexplicable or just a strange, strange thing or event - tend to call the given act or th..
IMMERSIVE MUSINGS

IMMERSIVE MUSINGS

A Poem by Tasi83


It would be nice to have more learned well-heads, gentlemen who give advice, and ladies who know their manners, if in this present age there was not a..
CURRENT, REBELLION SPIRIT

CURRENT, REBELLION SPIRIT

A Poem by Tasi83


It could easily have been a holy and inviolable loneliness that accompanies you even beyond the otherworldly grave. It could have been a happy and con..
THE LESSON

THE LESSON

A Story by Tasi83


The classroom mostly resembled a buzzing anthill or a beehive, where each tiny bug had its own clever and tricky, or in our case, sneaky and evil task..
Variable note

Variable note

A Poem by Tasi83


In the depths of my soul, I am trapped in a well. I can feel that different winds are blowing now than in the past. I quickly waver according to my te..
WILLFUL BLINDNESS

WILLFUL BLINDNESS

A Poem by Tasi83


We need to squeeze the gauntlet of grim, rattling bravery. All of us, like blind people with blinders, are deliberately stuck in the gaping gloom.At t..