The gentle wind blows away the blood of my face A battle that never ends , tears that never dry Gently walking over the field of stained flowers Looking up to the sky, even the sky cries Even the blue and sunny sky is in pain And it rains , oh god it rains down on me Washing away the last drop of blood off me I can hear the wolves sing, they howl The crows fly above me and they watch They watch me closely As if I am the enemy, as if I am the only one The fallen, the alive and the wounded They all stare at me I am my own tragedy.
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.
I am a warrior, fighting the battles of life’s challenges, tripping over the cracks on the sidewalks, drinking cold coffee, listening to sad songs, working on taxes, calling in borderline sick, and driving the combative zone of rush-hour traffic, what
Drifting away with the evening breeze yesterday’s happiness tends to disappear I watch myself in the mirror, and know the Klonopin warrior comes to the rescue It´s a mask that covers my tears just take it and hold it into
Long since the time has gone.. and the world has lost its meaning.. I wander in the noisy crowd surrounded by the silence.. With the mind that follows the brainless acts and the heart that’s low on blood.. I feel
Sometimes we picturize everything so clearly So vividly imagined, that if things went way afar from what we pictured we lose touch with reality We believe that everything is going the way we pictured We believe it even if it