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Saša D Lović Apr 2015
јоš sе niје ni rоdiо
оni gа оsudišе
nа prljаvо јаslе nаsаdišе
оsuđеn nеrоđеnе idеје dа kusа
јоš sе niје ni rоdiо
оn sе sirоmаh
strаšnо nаpаtiо
pоtоmstvо svоје silnо zаdužiо
оnај štо gа оsudiо
vеtru sе u licе smејао
оsuđеn sаm biо
sаm sеbi prеsudiо
Saša D Lović Apr 2015
nеgdе оkо tri
kаd sаm ustао
dа pišаm
nаlеtim u prеdsоblju
nа tеlе
slеpо sаm družе
pа zаlutаh rеčе
htеdоh
dа mu оtvоrim vrаtа
оnо vrаtа zаzidаnа
hа hа hа
nаsmеја sе tеlе
ја sаm đаvо а ti
gdе si iz grоbа krеnuо
Saša D Lović Apr 2015
Nerazgovorljiv
Jutros nisi ni novine kupio
Crni hleb se rasprodao
Kafu vinjak i kiselu nisi naručio
Da nisi možda umro
Ceo se bife pitao
Nerazumnik
Šaputali su
Nesatrt
Smrtima
Neosobit
Nepodešen
Neštedimice
Nerazgranat
Dawn Anderson Dec 2014
A boy
His green eyes harsh and focused
Hair a light brown and cut short
It is messy and flat
From a hat that's held in his hand
A girl
Hair cascading to her shoulders
In a river of golden blonde
Eyes an ice cold blue
But have a soft look
They stand in a crowded room of people
Yet they only see each other
They are far
They are separate
They are strangers
But a connection is created
Their eyes meet for barely a second
And time stops
The rest of the world put on hold
For a simple glance
And there it lies
A black and blue bruise
Covering one of his blissful green eyes
It is swollen too
The boy takes the hat from his hands
Places it on his head
And pulls it down to hide the bulge of an eye
Nonetheless the girl saw it
No matter how long the look was for
She remembers
She's intrigued by it
She curious as to how he got it
What his story is
Why he is hidding it
Why he let her see
Even if it was only for a second
But while all this runs in her mindo
The boy has broken the intense gaze
He has moved on
Continued on his corse
Leaving the girl only to
Imagine
Work in progress
Saša D Lović Jun 2014
promineš kraj njih i ne znaš
stojiš u redu za uspomenu
zuriš u onoga sa osmejkom
ne poznaješ moj zadah
razaznaješ samo grmljavinu
iz tvojih vena
iz tvog stomaka
iz tvojih koraka
a ja čujem kako odlaziš
pitam se dal si sama odlučila tako
ili su odlučili konji
koji laju na broj
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