poems

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?

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.

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

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