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Stjepan 2d
Šetnje trogirskim kalama
u večernjim satima.
Kale nalikuju labirintima
osvjetljene su zidnim lampama.
Ljepota i draž je i u  
malim simpatičnim konobama
koje se nalaze u mističnim kalama.
Noćne su ure
lokalni ljudi razgovaraju
u kalama su kuće u kojima stanuju.
Ljetnim večerima se  kao i svi
drugi ljudi raduju i u njima uživaju
kasno će poći kući da spavaju.

Stjepan Orlić
Nasus 2d
“When you walk through a storm
Keep your chin up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark.

At the end of the storm
Is a golden sky
And the sweet, silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown.

Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you’ll never walk alone!
You’ll never walk alone.”
One of my mum’s favourite songs from her favourite musical “Carousel” by Rodgers and Hammerstein that often comforts me
and we take
which cannot be given,
that creates
the bleeding
of our scars
and we dive
in oceans,
but we
since
children
weren't
taught
how
to
breathe
underwater.
Our lungs
desperate
for air,
cannot face
those hands
holding
us under.
We live past
or become
our demons
but even
monsters
become saints,
it just takes
a conscious
to see
the mirror
past the fog.
Its the dark-ness
in our eyes,
we need to
walk in
reverse
to happier
memories
Focus on that.
Toxicity
is killing,
smash
the mirror
but leave
the shards
of our eyes.
The gateway
into
our beings
Changing
into Angels.....

I need to leave behind your bellowing
laughter & how you were so irritating
and ironically best of the memories
to me as the flames emerged on wooden
of this old guard of a tired old ship.
Arpitha 2d
So desperate for a lending ear
That I’m willing to
cut off mine
and listen to myself vent!
Arpitha 2d
If pep talks are meant for difficult tasks
Why do I have to give myself one
just to get up from the bed everyday?
Ang ibigin ka ay tila pagpasok sa walang hanggang digmaan.
Bawat araw na iniisip ka ay mistulang bakbakan,
At bawat gabing naalala ka ay pawang sagupaan.

Ngunit bakit sa digmaang ito, ako nalang ang hindi sumusuko?
Habang ika'y tahimik na naglaho, ako'y patuloy na lumalaban at hindi tumitigil sa pagsamo.

Kung pagsuko ang siyang makakapagpalaya sa pusong sugatan,
tatanggapin ko ang pagkatalo at lilisanin ang nakaraan.
Dahil ang palayain ka ay
tulad ng pagtaas ng puting bandila,
sapagkat sa bawat digmaan ay may kapayapaang dala.
“Sa Pag-angat ng Puting Bandila, Naiwan ang Pusong Sugatan”
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