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ti
celu si vaseljenu
mlekom svojim polila
samo si moja žedna usta
promašila
zašto si se vratila
da bi te gorkim čemerom pojila
zašto si me onda nemirno pogledala
da bi ti srce slomila
da bi ti u usta uzde naselila
sedlom osedlala šećer ti dala
celu si vaseljenu
belim hlebom nahranila
samo si moja gladna usta
promašila
zašto si se vratila
da bi te patnji neznanoj izložila
zašto si onda da me voliš lagala
da bi te u vatru bacila
iz brloga tvoga izvukla
eterom opijala jezikom ubijala
How dare you do this to me?
Reopening the wound on my heart
That you had made there and
That I had to mend on my own

How dare you give me these careless words?
That make me feel so conflicted
That make me ache
That make me loose my sanity

How dare you force this door open?
When I thought I locked it down?

How dare you do this to me?
When I thought I was over you.
I do not celebrate this pagan feast,
But others do, I know,
And some may call it Chanukah,
Or worship Christmas snow.

But call it whatsoe’er you will;
Light candles, deck your tree,
Or merely give your heartfelt thanks,
Please read this homily.

You do not need a good excuse
To celebrate a feast
You only need to have your fun
Before you are deceased.
Discovered this piece of trivia amongst notes I had jotted down last December.
 Apr 2015 Flame Robin
Meghan Doan
hard liquor makes my stomach turn.

opening a bottle of ***** is like taking the lid off of a tupperware container full of liquid charcoal.
I swear it looked like something delicious,
but the way it folds in my stomach,
not at all like how my mother taught me to fold batter in a bowl,
tells me otherwise.

downing a shot in one go is challenging.
this cake ***** doesn’t taste at all like cake,
and fireball has a tendency to taste like actual fire,
and i’m still not sure if that’s actually intentional. maybe ironically.
but a dare’s a dare and spin the shot landed on me
i wasn’t playing, i was really just walking by
no really, someone else can have it, go ahead, spin it again
but the arrow is pointing right at me and now everyone is staring and well,
a dare’s a dare.
isn’t it?

a dare’s a dare until liquid charcoal isn’t all you’re spewing,
because word ***** and actual ***** kinda feel the same
at least after six shot of… well i’m not really sure.
that cute guy over there… no the other one. in the hat.
he gave it to me,
said it’ll loosen me up.
I suppose i believed him, half because i wasn’t really listening,
i was looking at his teeth
I wonder if he whitens them.
he must have had braces.

well anyway, i drank it and it kinda tasted like gasoline
but i bet i looked cool swigging from his two six.
probably only until the sixth chug, when the first one hit my eyes
and i couldn’t really see ****** expressions anymore
i guess that’s when i got brave

word ***** and actual ***** kinda feel the same,
especially when you’re not really sure which one is happening
oh, maybe both.
and now he’s holding my hair and i’m biting my tongue
but my stomach is heaving and he looks so good
he definitely had braces. no one is born with teeth that nice
i bet he doesn’t drink red wine
i bet he flosses twice a day.
i should brush my teeth
this doesn’t taste like cake at all.
оstаnе pоnеkаd
ignоrisаnа bоl
kао svеštеnik
ili
еpifаnija
tеk dа pоdsеti

trеbа mrеti
From Youtube to fame,
The first to play a new game.
Doesn't mind being put to shame,
None of his videos are ever the same.

On a hunt for his Senpai,
On games with Ken, Jack and Cry.
He's just a fabulous kinda guy.

This man called Felix,
I hope you know.
His great name "Pewdiepie",
is one worshipped, if you are a Bro.
imam
40 godina
18 zuba
i
urasli umnjak

imam
sedu bradu
i
ćelavu glavu

imam
vremena
na pretek
i
udobne cipele

imam
sve prste na rukama
tako da
šetajući mogu da
stiskam šipak
u praznim džepovima
Written on my 40th birthday.
 Apr 2015 Flame Robin
Emm
His mind is like a place I don't want to leave
A treasure behind so many trap doors
A place I'd love to live in and stay in
A wondrous land where every turn is an adventure
So rich and vivid
Yet so warm yet so intricate
It spans deep and far and wide
Yet the weather is always sunny
Where the soil is rich
Where every seed thrown shoots up and fruitful
A beautiful soul
 Apr 2015 Flame Robin
Nefelibata
Hello
Call me nameless today
Do you recognize me?
You've met me before
Let me show you the archive of my faces
You will notice one of them
Your smell is familiar.
You've met me before
Perhaps in one of my cages
Let me take you to my airless planets
I've painted them with the sun but they're burning
Call them freedom
And call me indecisive
Perhaps you will remember me now
I've painted all of my masks with nothingness but I'm full
And I fail to wear one of them now
Pick one for me this time will you?
Let me wear it
And lock me inside the flames of my freedom
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