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2.8k · Feb 2021
The Unseen
AP Vrdoljak Feb 2021
Thick within the night
It holds your dreams back
Lurking in dim light
Waiting to attack

Down paths you flutter
By crumbs you were took
For the taste of butter
Back you’ll never look
Inspired by the 2015 film The Witch
1.9k · Jul 2021
Post
AP Vrdoljak Jul 2021
There’s no post in the box
At the top of the drive.
The sun won’t write us
‘fore the clouds arrive.

Leaves and plastic
Get caught in the rail.
We pull them out
So the gate won’t fail.

But who walks by
Or on bikes roam
Beyond the corner
From where we call home?

We can only hide far away
Behind the bougainvillea’s green,
In our bricks and glass,
In the spaces between.

And still no letter
And yet far better.
1.7k · Nov 2021
View
AP Vrdoljak Nov 2021
And before me lay
The glory of the world.
Hard as we might try,
We could not defeat its beauty.
1.5k · Jan 2018
All she wanted
AP Vrdoljak Jan 2018
All she wanted was to get it right
All she wanted was for them to know
All she wanted was another fight
All she wanted was to make it so

All she wanted was one more dare
All she wanted was the warm sunlight
All she wanted was not to care
All she wanted was to have the right

All she wanted was a TV game
All she wanted was another go
All she wanted was to feel the same
All she wanted was a place she’d know

All she wanted were the words to say
All she wanted was on that day
914 · Sep 2023
A Song
AP Vrdoljak Sep 2023
Is a poem not just a song
with rhyming verse
that’s not yet sung?

With repeated chorus
not yet stuck
inside one’s head,
amongst the muck?

Is a poem not just a song?
A daisy chain of verse
not yet strum

around a fire
among some friends
deep in the woods
on away weekends.

Is a poem not just a song
not yet proclaimed
by a choir’s tongue?

But uttered silently
in a bed-lamp’s light
at early hours
of the night.

Is a poem not just a song
that peacefully rests
in black ink upon

a white page
inside a book,
upon a library shelf
until it’s took?

Is a poem not just a song
quietly set to lips
that read along

on a train,
on the way back home
from visiting gran
for tea and a scone?

Is a poem not just a song
unset to keys
and not yet begun?

Not yet major,
and not yet minor.
Just metered in beats
and little other.

Is a poem not just a song?
I suppose it could be
but not this one.
910 · Nov 2021
Windows
AP Vrdoljak Nov 2021
With my five iron
I drive fallen, raw figs
Across the yard
715 · Feb 2021
Happy
AP Vrdoljak Feb 2021
At first it made me happy
But now it makes me feel ashamed
My Christmas tree in February
670 · Sep 2017
Burn
AP Vrdoljak Sep 2017
I burn brighter
Just like you
As we burn away
614 · Jan 2018
Wall
AP Vrdoljak Jan 2018
Paintings of dogs
On the wall
In the X-ray room
At the hospital
Where I go
Every week
580 · Oct 2017
Breakfast
AP Vrdoljak Oct 2017
Breakfast for lunch,
Breakfast for supper.
Jam on toast,
I'll have another.
573 · Sep 2017
Black
AP Vrdoljak Sep 2017
Be awake and walk
Through the copse of trees.
Descend the staircase
To the warm fire's will.

In thy merry home
Life begins to flow.
Rise once more among
The sycamore trees.
572 · Oct 2017
Surgery
AP Vrdoljak Oct 2017
They'll tear you apart
And still you won't care.
You'll do as you're told
In that thing you wear.

You won't ever see
Them when they do.
It's too much to look
And know that it's you.

So just close your eyes
This won't hurt a bit.
Before you count ten
They'll be through with it.
558 · Oct 2020
Sawdust
AP Vrdoljak Oct 2020
Don’t throw me in the meat locker
It’s dark and cold in there
Don’t cover me up in plastic
For I will have no air

Don’t cut me into pieces
For I’m not yours to sell
Don’t send me in and shut the door
It’s dark and cold as hell
549 · Sep 2017
About Witches
AP Vrdoljak Sep 2017
Does the breeze raise your skin?
Does the sun catch your hair?
Do you feel the soft grass,
By the stream when you're there?
548 · Jan 2018
The Wish
AP Vrdoljak Jan 2018
A broken wishbone
For a broken wish.
A folded crisp
Found in a dish.

The first raindrop,
A twinkling star,
A sunken penny,
In a land afar.

A single eyelash
To blow away.
A dandelion,
Let come what may.
527 · Jan 2018
Magnifying Glass
AP Vrdoljak Jan 2018
Burning ants out on the drive
Just to pass the time
On a Thursday afternoon
When afternoons were still mine
470 · Oct 2020
Worms on the Driveway
AP Vrdoljak Oct 2020
Wanna rescue earthworms
All about on the drive?
Throw ‘em back on the grass
To try keep them alive

The rain has come down hard
And flooded their worm home
Beneath where they all live
We can’t leave them alone

Before the hot sun welds
Them all to the cement
And long before their last
Squirm and wriggle are spent

Hurry and grab a twig
We’ll save ‘em, you and I
We won’t get them all
But be sure we will try
412 · Jan 2018
Tea
AP Vrdoljak Jan 2018
Tea
I made you some tea
The *** filled for two
I wait as it steeps
Then I wait for you
372 · Sep 2017
Red
AP Vrdoljak Sep 2017
Red
Squishing busy ants
Her finger stained red
She'd much rather sleep
Than count all the dead
366 · Apr 2018
Litter
AP Vrdoljak Apr 2018
It’s not special where we go,
It’s a bit of a mess.
There isn’t really tons to do
But it’s all right there I guess.

There’s litter in the stream
And old pants in the grass.
Also the highway’s right there
But you can’t here them pass.

Still it’s out in the trees
And down by the lake.
There are benches and geese
And place for a picnic to make.

There are golf ***** by that fence
Half set in the ground.
And an abandoned hall
With broken glass all ‘round.

There’s even a pebble bridge
Where I get my paws wet.
And bushes and a squirrel,
I’d get him if I were let.

It’s a special place we go,
It’s a beautiful mess.
There’s tons there to smell.
Our time spent is the best.
353 · Oct 2017
Turn
AP Vrdoljak Oct 2017
I'll burn you, I will.
We all burn our best.
I'll turn you into
A curse, I confess.

Lay down in the soil,
Surrender your soul.
Then wake to eternity
And wilt never more.
324 · May 2018
Driveway
AP Vrdoljak May 2018
I am bleeding broken teeth
Out on the driveway
My BMX buckled beside me
And the whole world in front of me

I am typing up scripts
To sell consumer goods
My empty lunch tin beside me
And a deadline in front of me

I am watching the curtain breath
Through the balcony door
My dog sits beside me
And the weekend in front of me

I am memory pushed through a straw
Into the shape of a man
My dreams beside me
As with the whole world around me
Included in I am... (Ja sam..)  exhibition www.kreativnikrk.com
290 · Jul 2020
Jimjams
AP Vrdoljak Jul 2020
I love my jimjam
Jabama jabamers  
You calls ‘em PJs
Some call ‘em pajamas

My jimjams are old
And all busted up
There’s a hole in the sleeve
Where my elbow snuck

But they still fit well
Real snug as can be
Though threads from my cuffs
Do dip in my tea

But the buttons still hold
And the pocket still carries
They keeps me warm at night
When the winter tarries

So I pop on my jimjams
‘For I hop into bed
And I curl up real tight
Once my prayers are said

I love my jimjam
Jabama jabamers
You calls ‘em PJs
Some call ‘em pajamas
236 · Aug 2018
Winter
AP Vrdoljak Aug 2018
Give me winter
Set me free
From lethargic
Tendency

Let me care
Permit me want
In the chill
Of winter’s hunt
229 · Feb 2020
Danger
AP Vrdoljak Feb 2020
The brittle grass beneath his feet
The cooling air won’t fail the beat
Was feeling sick but can’t throw up
Too tired to sleep but can’t get up

This pill to swallow, a bitter beast
And time spent here, still meant the least
Static sparks in electric air
First given was warning fair

Wonder out and he will tell you jokes
Between *****, Red Bulls an’ Cokes
Now an echo cries and begs to stay
Tied to a wish for a happy birthday
227 · Sep 2017
333
AP Vrdoljak Sep 2017
333
Lightning over Oklahoma
But I'm breathing the cold night air
As I ache from growing younger
I'd live forever to get there
215 · Jan 2018
Radio
AP Vrdoljak Jan 2018
I'm waiting for my request to come on.
I said it was for you, but it's my favorite song.
208 · Apr 2020
The Radio
AP Vrdoljak Apr 2020
The radio never listens to me
My dog never calls my name
Though the floors never walk on me
So I guess I can’t complain
206 · Dec 2017
Before
AP Vrdoljak Dec 2017
Black light that shines
So bright and warm
The fragile hours
Before the storm
200 · Apr 2020
Spring
AP Vrdoljak Apr 2020
A rumble calls
A false cry for rain
Wither the plants
In a dry spring’s pain
177 · Sep 2017
Things
AP Vrdoljak Sep 2017
As night approaches
And as darkness falls
I keep my eyes wide open

For my fears inside
Of the things that hide
And what now may have woken
141 · Aug 2020
The Mirror
AP Vrdoljak Aug 2020
The mirror can’t see me
When I’m not me
I’m just a blur
To the lights that stir

But it’s just for a while
Then I’m back in my smile
125 · Aug 2020
Untitled
AP Vrdoljak Aug 2020
The dew before
The light catches it
Before then
75 · Feb 2020
Golden
AP Vrdoljak Feb 2020
The dark is for the monsters
The dark is their only mask
Fear them as you should
But forget not those who bask

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