Sleepless night Endless fight A sound of rain on the rooftop Life is about to start It didn’t turn out like I planned Every chance I didn’t take All the bones I had to break The small and big things I missed All led me to this The world is a open place to me But where I look it’s too dark to see And every chance I took Every mistake I made Oh how I suffered when my friends passed away Nothing was a mistake Every chance I took Every look I got , ah they can all go to hell and rot It all led me to this And while I am sad I know how to look ahead I know better times will come It’s just how life goes Up and down Left and right The only thing that is left for me is to fight Oh you sleepless night.
Srdjan Solkotovic(Srđan Šolkotović) is a young aspiring author born on the 6th of January, 1993. Currently owner of The Writing Hut and literature student, a writer born in Serbia, raised by multinational parents (Serbian/Wallachian father and Romanian mother).The first time I was interested in writing was around the age of 12. It seemed fun to create worlds that people enjoyed to read about. Writers are amazing, creating with only pen and paper. Like playing god.Most of my works are of a poetic nature but I have written and published some erotica. Now I have a few projects that I will work on and I hope that you will enjoy reading them when they are finished.
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.
It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing