Monthly Archives: April 2016


U trenutku
U minutu
Sve što je bilo
I biće
Sve što tiho

Po obodu
Sve moje je
Sve što tražim

Kao plašt
Taj sat
Sve što znam
Samo priče
Sve sto želim

Sanjam da sam
Sanjam kako
Prolećem kroz vreme
Nosim teško breme
Uvek iz početka,
Kojeg uopšte nema.


Pale blue eyes

pale_blue_eyes_by_98laurat-d68wkjyThose eyes,
Those pale blue eyes
Keep watching me!
What are those eyes
Doing here?

So many eyes
In just one room,
All of different size
Smelling just like doom.

Some seem to criticize
Some to approve,
Pale blue eyes
All over my room.

Some of them are crying
Some are just trying
To keep me occupied
While I stare at them
Feeling hypnotized.

Some are on the ceiling
Some are on the walls,
Some keep reappearing
On my bedroom door.

What are they doing here?
What are they trying to prove,
Those pale blue eyes
All over my room?

And though I am terrified
I stare back at them,
Feeling mesmerized
By those pale blue gems.

Till one day the blue
Turned into red,
Chaining me like glue
To my very own bed.

To this day they keep
Watching over me
Unable to sleep
I stare back at thee.

Unaware of the time
Unable to resist,
Till they’ve sucked me dry
Till I cease to exist.

Photo credit:


black-2Black eyes melting on my skin,
Black kisses swallowing my being,
Black is all around,
Black with no sound.

Black circles on the ground,
Black squares on my gown,
Black never leaves,
Black never sleeps.

Black thoughts imprinted in my mind,
Black moods following me around,
Black is all around,
Black with no sound.

Black shapes of things to come,
Black spaces when all is gone,
Black never leaves,
Black never sleeps.
It is all around-
Black with no sound.


The sorcerer

Credits: Darkstar by blkcat13

There once was a sorcerer
A proud and dangerous man,
A powerful healer
With knowledge and a plan.
He enslaved all his followers
Enjoyed their helping hands
He rejoiced in his might
Deceiving his fellow men.

There once was a sorcerer
A beast in disguise
A real man-eater
With a mouth full of lies.
He made shiny stuff
To keep others occupied
He invented the stories
That made people divide.

Adored by the masses
As a living God,
Worshiped in churches
As the Lord of Lords.
Fooled by their ignorance
Kept obedient and docile,
People celebrated decadence
And all things superficial.

There once was a sorcerer, let us not forget! An avid human hater that made him his pet.

The sorcerer’s plan Is still working well, nothing left of man but an empty shell.

Modro i Belo



Modro je moje telo,
Modro i belo.
Od tvojih dodira
Od tvojih šapata
Sve je modro, purpurno,
Sve pusto, prozirno.
Moja duša luta
Bez očiju bilo kuda,
Traži Sebe
Noći bele,
Traži tvoj
Krik sa usana,
Traži svoj
Uzdah od bola.
I svi pogledi
Uprti su u nebo,
Svi dodiri
Traže moje telo,
Meko, modro i belo.