tko znatko zna3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
tko zna odakle sam ja dosao
sa kojih obala doplovio
i kamo se uputio
da li negdje gdje nitko nije bio?
u dan koji nitko nije vidio?
da li je sve ovo bilo
..da bi tebe susreo?
..i sebe.. naravno
not much we can do about itnot much we can do about it2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't you remember when you were young?
When the world seemed so bright.
The stars shined ever so bright every night.
You were happy to just play all day,
Never knew you were wasting your life away.
You were a child,
and to you the future was so bright.
You couldn't wait to grow up and make a difference,
to show the world who you were.
But then you grew up.
You had to go to school.
Your wild spirit was labeled as a mental defect.
You were told to shut up and sit down.
They didn't care what you stood for,
because you were a child,
and children don't know what they're talking about, right?
Through the years you were told you were wrong so many times,
you believed it yourself.
You believed that you were stupid,
that you needed to work harder and pay better attention.
But that didn't work did it?
So you were still labeled.
years passed and the labels grew,
::lulling the storm::::lulling the storm::3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Hours later her thrashing stilled. She drifted around the planet, lids heavy. Dread and shock numbed her but still she clung to orbit, watching the grey clouds dissipate.
The earth called to her through its outer thermosphere where satellites drifted. It sent wind that brushed across her like ocean waves welcoming its wandering residents home. It urged her gaze away from the destruction she had caused along its surface, across purple-shadowed mountains to a place where sun danced across waves of grass just waking from winter's chill. She stared dully, not feeling anything. So she had caused death. Shame on her. How horrible. She turned away.
Before she looked out at the stars again she caught movement and turned back.
Snaking between the swaying browned grass with sparse new yellow flowers was a rain-slicked dirt road. Puddles reflected her grey eye back to her like mirrors to the heavens. Tracks from tires, animals, and boots painted a story along the road. Telephone poles glistened;