#cord
You are the one
I am holding on the edge
The one keeping me from where
Nothing is left
The one cord leaving my hand
Unhurt and untouched
Fate seems to have found a way
To let this cord not rust
And should I ever wish to let go
At the deep bottom of the crevice in the crust
Loneliness and darkness shall await me
For you were all there was of bright in my world
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
Feel like being a sapling
In a *** amidst sophisticated jungle
Trimmed; poised to be all alluring
nourished with manures
Receive daily drizzles
And hours of sunlight
Live in profusion;
Often get pretty looks
Of a lass or her pet!
Tender touch before getting pluck
My budding, flowering dreams!
Really Live in profusion
Receive drizzles
before my roots feel thirst;
All profusion
And my nourished roots
Satiated rest
on the inner wall of ***
Without having a tinge
of perpetually denied
umbilical cord to
The Earth's womb.
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 11:25 PM UTC
.
Far away
Beyond the Sun
I hear the aching beats
Of a broken heart
The umbilical cord has ripped apart
Scattered through the desert
the milky drops are glittering
In your trail your abandoned „baby “
is crawling and howling
Remained but an empty
Sandy nest
Now the time has come to rest
All things now cried bitterly
to standstill brought the Infinity
Weathered I wandered
Entwined in torment it was mine to face
I would resurrect in your embrace
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
www.sasamilivojev.com
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 7:17 PM UTC
One charger
One Cord
One Byte
One Support
One You
And One
Digital Universe.
©Feelings Coated
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 4:35 AM UTC
Breaking news
Back to our existence a Big bang theory was a comic story,
the only big bang that happens every day brings distruction
it was the sound of a bullet escaping a gun to find home in a spinal cord
in other news
cracks were discovered in a happly married man.
we are all broken after all.
till death bring us together, for another funeral called revaluation.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
The grief that broods in your soul
gushes as a fiery deluge
drowning you
in the flames of a sulphurous agony.
Between the layers of consciousness,
like a brutal cleaver,
it tears up the umbilical cord
that knots you up with your life's script.
On the wings of a melancholic sigh,
you glide to a land of psychedelic dreams
where the hypnotic beat of conga drums
carry you to a world
beyond the dreary beats
of a mundane chore.
The ecstasy of your steps
creates a mystical rhythm
for your Galala dance!
Even the shadow of your dreams
has a sapphire blue
woven into its consciousness!
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Sullen woes are collected between
the instrumental vows that crave tears.
With each key that speaks beyond
the hearing of emotion.
We all listen deeply to the last cord,
played and realize
that there is more than us.
And within every reflection,
we see were all but systematic keys
being played
through life's chorus of finite moments.
And were never going to play the same cord twice.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
I’m fidgeting with the AUX cord of my headphones
It’s because music is only blaring through one of the ears
It’s strange
To my left, I can hear the sonorous warcry of a singer
To my right, I only hear a contemptful whisper from a dark corner of my mind
To my left, I hear a percussionist beating the drums and cymbals
To my right, all I hear is the sound of tears bursting against the floorboards
To my left, a moving melody accompanies a soulful serenade
To my right, there is only empty static to fill an eerie silence
Maybe I should consider getting these old things repaired
Or getting a new pair entirely
Oh, would you look at that!
I finally managed to fix it
Now everything is alright again.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
umbilical cords i was
born with a pair
one motherly
the latter devilish
one i lost
one i kept with me
steel, forever cursed.
it pulls me
to the destruction path
where i lie with no remorse
and it's the strangest force
that pushes you away
from me.
invisible lives i lead
in the dark
where i keep you the most
but sometimes show you sparks
from a parallel road
i should have taken
right from the womb
but they drag me down
yet attached to hell
by a fine, thin
unbreakable thread
please forgive me
and them
we're one at this point
-- Eleanor
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
every time his voice filled my ears
my heart strings vibrated
so he gently plucked or strummed
to match his ballads
but as days passed
with his playing and vocals getting rougher
his fingers bled and scarred
and then i snapped
gone was the singing boy
his beautiful guitar
but you can still see them love
whenever you hear their song
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
There was a
lone light
hanging above
the butcher block
in the kitchen and
when the wind would
blow too hard
against the cedar shake shell,
the house would let out
an exasperated sigh—swinging
the bulb hanging beneath
the metal lampshade from
the cord where it sprouted
from the ceiling.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC