Glas joj podrhtava cijelo vrijeme.
Slomljen.
Pokuava se pravit da nita nije.
Ali je.
Propada polako.
Nesvijesno.
Tuga.
Bijes.
Samoća.
Okruuju njezin um.
Polagano.
Tama.
Obgrljuje ju.
Otima se.
Ne moe.
Slaba je.
Svijetlo.
Gdje je?
Ne vidi ga.
Slijepa je..
croatian literature
3
Literature
Writers world
A young woman named Inga loved making art, and practiced writing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical poems, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic The Land of Tea, and a portrait of Vincent Price that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby pencil for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in writing to create the
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Our nature by TiaVon, literature
Literature
Our nature
So here we are now —
wanting to devour each other,
knowing that we can't.
You have yet to meet
the darkest corners of my mind,
the lonely places where I
spent many years. You have
to accept it all if you
truly want to stay by my side.
But be prepared for you might
see things you'd never expect to
see in someone like me. Maybe
you won't understand them at
first, but you still should try.
Because, I'm trying as hard
as I can to get to know you,
to let you fully enter my life.
I'm giving my best at trusting
you, but it's just so hard because
the monsters
that hide in those dark corners
keep pulling me back.
And I don't know
how much longer can
I resist them before
they consume
me.
Rabbit, rabbit, what's your habit?
Tea and cupcakes, bottles of wines.
Where's your company, where is Alice?
Eating mushrooms, growing fast.
Rabbit, rabbit, where's your clock?
The clock is broken, time is lost.
What's your hurry, where do you run?
The queen is angry, she lost her heart.
Alone is what I am
Alone is how I do.
Alone is how I can.
Alone I make it trought.
Alone I deal with pain.
Alone I am true.
Alone I am still sane,
But alone I'm without you.
There is no reason for me to try to get close to you.
Everything I do, it's in vain.
You don't notice those little hints,
Those sweet little words I try to share with you.
It's like you're blind.
Now prove me that everything
Happens for a reason,
When everything I do
Destroys everyone around me.
Show me the reason of my own existence,
Because to me it is
Unclear.
It is only a matter of time
When you will forget about
my existence.
They all do.
I will always wonder,
but never get the answer.
Will I even ask you the question?
I'm scared of my thoughts,
you'll think I'm insane.
Better forget me
before it's too late.
I push you away,
just as I pushed all of them.
I blame myself,
I hate myself.
But you better leave me
before it's too late.
You'll get easily attached to me,
I'll blame myself.
In the end,
I will hate myself
for falling for you.
Pretty boy, pretty boy,
Won't you be my toy?
What's your name, what's your game;
Can I join it too?
Pretty smile, pretty smile,
But sometimes it looks so vile.
Do you play, do you play
With your life on stake?
Pretty eyes, pretty eyes,
Yet they seem to look so far.
What's the pain, where's the gain,
When I see sadness in your eyes?
Pretty boy, pretty boy,
I don't want you to be my toy.
You were hurt, and you're fragile,
Althoug you hide it very good.
But it takes one to know one..