Contributor: d0ll

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Trembling hand on the door handle
Taps you on the shoulder
Tells you to make up your mind
Teaspoon balances on the table
Tumbling over the edge
Travelling plates try to meet
Tea cups that levitate
Tea’s getting spilled
Take a quick sip
Two taunting eyes across the table
To avoid
Talking is a nightmare
Too hard to choose
Those words to say
Trapped in your
Terrible visions of alternate future
Time left to lose will take
Two different ways
To tear you apart
Timid, tired and destroyed
True instincts hide under the table
Tremendous tea table towers over them up to the sky
Tormented ticking clock
Tries to get away
Time crawling by orders it to stay
Too many variations
To choose the right mistake
Takes so many hours
Till you take a leap
Towards a certain uncertainty
Transcending all anticipations


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DJane, translator, freelance writer, post punk culture & DIY enthusiast

Contributor: d0ll

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We speak these words
We sing these songs
Holding hands we chant along
Don’t know the meanings
Don’t care for the thoughts

Smear our faces with lipstick
The colour’s faded
But we don’t care
We say the words
Which are exaggerated
No one knows the meaning
But they’re all there
They stick along

Plaster over the bruise
Bandage over the wound
Baby you will heal so fast
Tonight you’re full of hate
Feeling used
Tomorrow you’ll crave
For love again
So save your empty words
Shut up and dance away
Shut up and dance, anyway


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Student, translator, post punk Djane and DIY enthusiast from Slovakia.

Contributor: d0ll

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My eyes, my nose, my face
Lost in the outerspace
My eyes are absinthe
My face is absinthe
You’re hanging on the wall
You’re resting on my shoulder
No eyeliner left to smudge
The fire’s not burning but it smoulders

Broken is ugly
And ugly is broken
Kisses are out of fashion
Sex is fast and cheap
I am the living amongst the dead
But if I shake them
They will tell me
I’m just looking for attention

I will fall apart
No matter if you watch or not
Can you please hold my hand
Accelerate this chemical reaction
Because we have no time
To wait for days


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Student, post punk Djane and alt model, DIY enthusiast from Slovakia

Contributor: d0ll

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I will let desire
Take control of my mind
Guide my lips and hands
It makes me want to
Devour you in pleasure
And exchange this tickling pain
A body and soul that responds
And understands
I will hold you in my arms
And smile until the end of the day

Soft skin like satin
Your scent gets me higher
My hands slide down
Your smile is infectious
Come here
I want to cuddle you to death
Kisses make the whole room spin around
Our hands are intertwined
Lips of velvet
You are perfection
I close my eyes and
Wish to dissolve in you
And disappear...


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A student, translator, Djane and alternative model from Slovakia with a passion for writing. I like post punk music and diy culture.

Contributor: d0ll

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Chasing the moon
With my hungry eyes
You never make me wait
Not even a while
Scent of the unknown
Yet so familiar
The moon will walk
With the stars until the dawn
A fairly loud smile
A soft voice like a pillow
Under my head

Every time I see you
We’d paint pictures
On the night sky
We’d wish to stay
That way every night
We’d laugh without a sound
Drowning in a smile
I won’t look away
I’ll breathe you in
And wish to never breathe out


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Student, DJane, alternative model, DIY enthusiast from Slovakia

Contributor: d0ll

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A scratch over the scars
Speaking out my words in sequence
I sure as hell try
With a half-comatose smile
To keep my distance
My spirit’s gone away
So give me a slap
If I’m not awake
Or I don’t listen
Staring at the walls

Well we both know that these bruises
Will soon turn from black to blue
And that I’ll leave and turn away
To walk on without you
I am not meant to stay
A faceless clown
Still trying to smile
While my red nose’s melting down
As my lipstick mouth fades

These letters vanish
From the paper with time
Though once so bold and proud
The minutes run as you chase them
Every morning becomes sad and boring
As you shiver with cold
Days are slowly crawling
When your heart grows old

Butterflies don’t flutter their wings
And the stars never shine
Deep down in the gutter
But I remember that
There used to be morning at noon
Midnight at sunset
Dinner for breakfast

No hope for a wasted weekend
Monday just won’t wait
Last cigarette in the box
Take it or I’ll throw it in the fire
This is it, my friend
No liquor left for tomorrow


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Student, DJane, alternative model, DIY enthusiast from Slovakia

Contributor: d0ll

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Broken glass in my fingers
I see the red
But I feel no more
All the damage done by my clumsy hands
Short-sighted mind and a naïve heart
It just stays there
And I watch it from over, under, behind and in front of
The glass

There are so many hands
Trying to reach me
So many fingers that will be cut
So many voices trying to please me
But I can’t hear from behind the glass

A friendly smile
Asks for something more
But I don’t listen
I vanish behind a closed door

There is no room left to hide
That which has been
Drained of life
And is now too ugly and old
Weary of expectations


While you want me fresh and young
My eyes are cold
And my throat is sore
Although I’m strangely paralyzed
I will soon push you away
Until you let go

There is an unknown void
Crawling towards me
Slowly dissolving me
Embracing me
I close my eyes
Because I don’t want to see…


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Student, Djane, alternative model and DIY enthusiast from Slovakia.

Contributor: d0ll

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Counting my scratches
Which won’t become scars
In my pain I linger
Walking in the gutter
Ignoring the stars
Walking through the streets
licking snowflakes from my fingers

Suddenly I start to run
I run from your hatred
I run from your anger
Fuelled by fear and five shots of vodka
The good old S word was never enough
And it never even worked
I lift my arms up in defense

Your name that I carved into my skin
Years ago it seems
It is still there
The only scar that doesn’t fade
Persistence


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A young student, djane, alternative model and DIY enthusiast from Slovakia. I enjoy travelling, surrealist art, writing and music, mostly post punk.