And it’s far to say that I’m okay Yet it’s bad to say I am not okay In the end I am floating in the middle again The smile gets my blood rushing through my vein And the pain reaches my heart I can’t feel, I can’t move But there is a song that changes it all In my heart I can feel again With my eyes I can see again And it’s when It’s when my heart stops beating Then and only then I am I am free I am free When the heart stops beating for me And it stops for a moment and my world stops When my hearts stops beating When it stops beating I remember I remember well the faces that tell The mouths that see And the eyes that touch The pain I have is nothing compared to the pain they have So my heart starts beating again And it beats in a strange beat The beat of love That’s when I know I am not I am not ready to go away And I feel something that I felt every time it stopped Its my time to roar And when it starts to go fast When my eyes open wide I see that somebody cares I feel no more pain And the only thing I gain Is the power that I need to keep living To keep moving I don’t stop I will never stop breathing Until the day Until that day My heart will stop and start beating every single day And until that day I will turn my life into a happy end.
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.
The tride says you reside here with my snow All of your brighest hair, been tarnished with rust You hardly knew I can discem your daisies grow Where your heart alone has fallen to my dust When the moon rages,
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I