Tom Veber is born on the 2.6.1995 in Maribor Slovenia. His artistic creation spans from acting and singing to writing poetry. He publishes poetry in central literary magazines, such as Dialogi, Mentor, Literatura and Apokalipsa, takes place on literary Slams and hosts all over Slovenia with his poetic monodrama Realizem je rezerviran za klovne. He is the regional nominee for the literary competition Urška 2017 and is the winner of Pesniška olimpijada 2018. As part of the festival Slovenian days of books, he organised the first LGBT literary night in Maribor. This year in march, he is going to issue his literary debut Točka preloma, at the publisher Literarna hiša Maribor. When he isn’t writing or standing on stage he loves going to the mountains, playing cards and drinking tea – his favourite one being black tea with milk.
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Tea,
nectar of gods.
One of the best things that can happen to you in life.
It calms you, invigorates you.
Liquid without a single calory.
But it takes so long,
so damn long, for it to cool.
You blow, wait, whine.
Put it in the fridge,
on the balcony,
deflower it with an iron spoon,
yet it still smokes so much.
Smokes, smokes, smokes.
You watch it like a creature of god,
wait like a good boy,
patiently.
Meanwhile, your bus had gone,
and you still wait.
And when you take that first sip,
when the first drop of this heavenly liquid runs down your tongue,
no longer so damn hot,
you find out, distraught, that it’s fucking bitter,
and you are left with no other choice than to make another cup.
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Through the lense of time
i weigh vows and deceits
shadows and golden fireflies
i paint moments of eternity
that flow through the veins of universe
and cleanse my transient body.
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Exceptional sight
a synonym for perfection
human
a domesticated one to take in
equipped with emotions with teeth and garment
you can name him
find him a partner
or a lovely shih-zu.
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I want to kiss you
so gently you would not feel me
i want to hold your hand
so zealously it becomes my own
i want to stand above your shadow
while clouds accumulate inside mine.
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These eyes too will once drown in the gleam of sadness
and you will again be able to dream up lives
beyont the frame of corporeality
you never told me why you leave every winter
and return with the first rays of june sky.
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Angels were once people as well
who cried
fucked
and shat
white wings did not grow
on their own.