By Anonymous Poetry Person

You want too much

Your body is a stone

A hungry ghost

In a cold well

You look at the lights

You live in the future

You think about the past

Everything bores me

I want to be a heroin addict

I wrestle with tigers

You are as boring as a towel

I blow up objects

I organized a bare-knuckle fight competition

Jesus is with us

You don’t see him

But you talk like him

He wears a red costume

We modernized him

Difficult theory

You don’t listen

You look like a shelf

It’s a rational dialogue

When I became old, I lost the pressure

When I became old, my skin turned grey

You’re a politician

Sterile concepts

A world that is bigger than you

Try to talk yourself out of it

Try to make better mistakes

Masculine person

Masculine woman

Being in yourself

Embodied

Seduce yourself

The body as an organic machine

Total plurality

The relationship to your identity

Are you bigger or smaller than your potential?

Free the energy pathways

Between the male and female entities

It is material

If you want to see it, you see nothing

Your desire hangs by a thread

You move like sand

Everything is made of dust

You do not have mercy.

You use what works

You take what works

You choose strength

Nature does not know morality.

The logistics of survival

The reasoning behind the here and now

It’s about money

Money is power

We are straw dogs

We are death

War mongers

Beating the drum to pieces

The graves have been dug

Don’t care about politics.

Anarchism isa  lifestyle

Anarchism is using your intellect.

Everything goes by itself.

Don’t think about it.

Please write it down.

Explain it to me.

Let it go

You said you loved me.

You can lie to me

Make it better than it is

Tell me what bothers you

You don’t have to be perfect

You can be ugly for me

Some things I think, but I don’t say them

Taboos are everywhere

Why would you tear down the house?

You have secret thoughts

Burn it all down

As if you care.

You want to be successful.

Don’t ask me how

There is no reason behind it

As if you care

Don’t act as if you do

Traitor

If you believe in something, does that make it true?

Ideology blinds you

Truth is temporary

You see what you want to see

You try to mold the world

Lies are hanging on the wall

There is an imagined reality

Take the jab

They diagnose you

They talk about your face

Your skull is measured

Weapons for the war machine

The silence is deafening

Dehumanizing the masses

The twisted minds of the hypocrites

Look away

You don’t know anymore

You don’t get it

Blood for the imperium

Young men in the belly of the beast

It pays well

We want to feel good

Bloody American flags, burned away in the sun

A confused hedonist

The next dead-end street

You head into the clouds

Half unconscious

I want you to know who I am

In the empty cathedrals

Pictures from the past

In the holy water

The name of the chalice

A quest for deeper truth

Revolution is a fiction.

I’m glad I’m not an activist.

I’m glad I’m not a politician

Change your own world

Be your own reality

In itself, it is nothing

A contract is a paper tiger

Here is the theory on the wall

The dark illumination

A cutting thorn

There is shame and reason

Everything is victory

To you, it’s about power.

It’s about being competent

You want to be the summer

Playing with money

Fast and poisonous

There is no remorse

Capitalist cowboy

Why are you confused?

Is it a problem to be like this?

Could you be different?

You’re always different.

It’s relatively normal

No debt, no pin pass

No ownership

You don’t take drugs, you do not have opinions

You doubt the behavior

It’s like doing nothing

Push something forward

Saying things

to rub oneself up against the grain

Your woke opinion is inclusive.

Bomb the holy houses

Say the wrong words

You got canceled

without words

You can say something in silence

You can say something in silence

Without words

Without sounds

Within a formless mass

Capitalist hunger

I own you

I own the holes in your hand

The stigmata

You repeat these slogans

Beat your fist against the walls

Eat till you puke

The definitions are blurry.

Act as if it’s true

You try to label me

Put me in a box

You don’t control the body

I’m looking through you

To you, I lost

Are you a judge

Do what you do

Tell me the truth

Sell me words

Talk about justice with your colleagues

Play hard to get

Keyboard warrior

You use arguments

Feed me the arguments

Neurotic frustrations

Total isolation

Anonymous writer

You don’t have to know who I am

These are my private emotions

You keep things for yourself

Getting rich by being yourself

Hungry swine

Lifestyle idiot

Wanting to be an entrepreneur

Try to sell me a bitcoin

And now I also make poems.

They are about noting

I think they are great.

Being an advisor for some kind of institution

Well done

Mom and Dad

The civilian is disciplined and independent

The nation can be proud

Let the flowers bloom

A fascist march

The air is brown

The counter is on

A ghost as a tornado

Hitler has autism

Black flags on the horizon

The heart of the earth

Bones and skulls

Fire and ice

Psychology is complex

You don’t understand yourself

Look in your stomach

Stare in the depths

The possibility of a thought

The meaning of the contradiction

Straight up punk rock

Two chords set in time

Everything is done by itself

The avalanche of noise

Black metal

You are a werewolf

Meditations as an occult practice

The connection between the classical and the Eastern world

Was Buddha a Greek god?

Khorne and Abel

The birth of Jehovah

A fire of anger and lust burns in the core of the earth.

Mountains of bones and skulls, drenched in blood, submerged and ground to dust

African tribal symbols, in a video game about voodoo

A cathedral of desolation

You are as you are

You were not what I am to you

What was I to you, a stopover

Do you touch me? My hands are quite

I can mourn you, as if you were dead

But you are still there, somewhere, in a past

A fragment

The flash of a memory

What is good is irrelevant.

Noble values ​​sound hollow

Theory is not practice

The heart burns more fiercely than the mind

Can I be special to you?

Are we a transaction?

I won’t even talk about it.

Let’s be cold together.

Not everyone can be real.

Not everyone will be now.

Shut up

Look through me

How will you be real?

Are you afraid to be fake?

Every interaction is pre-digested

Your psychology is in disarray

Sodom and Gomorrah

Presence and competition

a burnt rooster

Your mind goes crazy

Everything smells of alcohol and testosterone

Teenage idol rock icon

Identity issues around yourself

A Gothic makeup lifestyle person

Identity issues when being yourself

What are you doing in this vague place

It’s the right speech

It’s like your thoughts are leaking

The storm of color

Gray light sharpens

And you don’t understand it anymore