• Poetry

    Poem: Life in my Hand

     

     

    I can’t keep up with the world
    Since it tries to act as a double edge sword
    The more I kill the enemy
    The more it pierces through me
    In the end, I don’t have anything to defend
    In the end, should I pretend
    Not to be hurt
    And just smile
    When in fact I am about to die
    The string of faith is not so strong
    They break as you walk along
    Rip apart when you start creating art
    And when you close yourself inside
    Do you think you will die with pride?
    The sword keeps pushing inside of you no matter what you do
    No matter what you think
    No matter what you feel
    In the end, you’ll see what’s fake and what’s real
    Emotions and facts combined in life’s artifacts
    When you see one run
    Because harm will be done with one look
    That’s all that it took
    That’s all what it ever takes when you gaze
    And that’s not the end of the story
    Because you are driving a freaking lorry
    To an unknown destination
    Through the forest of procrastination
    The mountains of your desperation
    And the roads of the great depression
    Yet you are there sitting on your comfy chair
    Goin’ 80 miles per hour
    Screaming about life being sour
    The favorite thing about it is not knowing where you are going
    Because if you knew, what would you change, what would you be ever able to do?
    I don’t know me, I don’t know you
    What I really want to do is create myself
    Mold the me into whatever I want to be
    Stay true to the values I hold so dearly
    And preserver
    Life is not all about defense or attack
    Even if the double end sword will get me one day
    I will be able to say my last words
    They will echo to the chamber of life and death, in between
    Do you know what I mean?
    It will reach the end of the world, the end of the universe
    Because it will be like a fire from a verse
    It will hit deep and wake the gods up from their sleep
    Then, you ask me, what will happen?
    What will become of you?
    What will become of me?
    I don’t know a thing about you, but I will go out smiling, what will you do?

  • Poetry

    Poem: Don’t die young

     

     

     

    Since you’re gone, I just feel I am not in the zone,
    I tried to make it last, I drunk so much when you passed,
    You died young, you left all the family crying,
    Made me feel like dying, I wanted to visit you,
    Know that I am still good, you know how I do,
    Rest brother, rest well because when I get there, I’ll turn heaven to hell,
    I can’t let them be, I mean they took you away from me,
    Gods plan, damn son, I don’t think that’s the right way,
    I never send anyone my plan, so there can’t be one,
    Aight, until I get free I’ll do what you told me,
    You know I am still writing, I am still grinding,
    I still work out, I still pour my heart on the court, all out boy,
    And you know how much it hurts, it hurts like hell, but whatever,
    I never did so well, I never was as close to heaven as I was to hell,
    So if you are up there, watch your boy, cuz whatever I do, it’s still me and you,
    Still not used to the life without you, me and you no truer two,
    Rest fool, don’t worry, you know I am strong, you know I will come  up to you,
    One day, one day again,  me and you, trust the two, the freaking truest two.

  • Poetry

    Poem: Cake

    Cake

    I was cleaning my room
    When I found it in the dark corner without no sound
    A golden spoon which I used one afternoon
    It was full of dust and a bit of rust
    I blew the dust away
    The spoon shined
    It was then I recalled
    The cake we ate
    That I had baked
    And used the spoon
    To take a bite of the cake.

    Written by Srdjan Solkotovic

  • Poetry

    Poem: It won’t be easy

    It won’t be easy

    I always had a plan
    Always knew what I’ll do
    And then, then I felt for you
    My guard around you is down
    And you turned my sad face upside down
    The one I searched for was in front of me
    You resurrected me
    And my heart started beating again
    It won’t be easy
    But if your with me
    Than I don’t have to worry

    Written by Srdjan Solkotovic