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I wish I could take photos on the rain like photographers
perfect light bouncing off beaming rain drops
pictures that cause people to feel something
instead I walk through the puddles
my eyes still tired from last night's party
the drugs still whispering through my veins
it's all a routine, isn't it?
if you don't feel anything?
just get up
move on
get it done
go back home
do it again
and then I'm standing in a river looking at the sun set over two bridges in Yosemite and I feel something
a moment of satisfaction
of exhilaration
and the routine is all but forgotten again
 Nov 2015 Ruzica Matic
Mr Xelle
Please don't play with that...that's my heart.
You ran with what it's just my little thoughts.
You said you wanna talk but I haven't found the words for Months.

Feels like someone put my love on pause..
 Nov 2015 Ruzica Matic
Gaffer
She was definitely dumping him
All she needed was the right opportunity
It was like that song
Fifty ways to leave your lover
Now just to get it through to him
You’re crap in the sack Jack
If only you were more like Stan
What a man
Or even Gus
Though you do have a lot in common with Gus
You always go by bus
God, you’re so last year
Out on your ear
Okay maybe that was a bit severe
Need a new plan
I’m just going to tell you straight
Before it’s too late
Don't come on all coy
There's something I have to tell you
It's about me and Roy
I’m having his boy
I know what you’re going to say
What happened to Lee
Let me see
It started on the bus
Him and Gus
I don’t want to discuss
Okay, well Stan caught them
Do I need to spell it out
Stan said they were all like brothers
Now it seems they two are lovers
Stan was devastated
I mean, was that in the plan
Anyway, Roy told him about us
Which was fatal for you and Gus
When the driver braked
Driving the bus
Stan no more
So I end this letter
Missing you Jack
Such a young age to leave
Just turned fifty, lover.
 Nov 2015 Ruzica Matic
Matt
Hey Jesus
Why couldn't
This place earth
Have been better?

I guess Adam and Eve
Ruined it for all
Of humanity

But The Creator knew
They would do that

But he made them anyway

So sickness
And physical problems
Can be blamed
On Adam and Eve

So I guess
I can blame my shoulder
On Adam and Eve

It's their fault
I guess
 Nov 2015 Ruzica Matic
Sourodeep
As a kid I would see
a bird and wonder if
I could fly too.
I wanted to fly to
fill my heart with
excitement,
spreading wings
seeing beautiful things
Now I feel change of role
the small plant has grown old
even as I sit inside a plane
it does not feel like flying
outside the window pane.
Now after all these years
a bird flying high means
to run away from my fears
to drop off this heavy drape
and fly just to escape.
Love and oxygen is all you need
Rest are merely accessories
First i'd break through the egg
With closed eyes i'd enter the world
Oblivious of everything around me
I'd be making those weird cute noises
My parents would guard me...
Feed me
Watch me grow
Gradually i'd be growing feathers
And then finally that moment would arrive...
...my first flight!
Oh what a thrill!
My parents and siblings would look at me with such eager anticipation
Imagine the excitement i'd be feeling!
Imagine the pressure!
My parents would be encouraging me
And then gathering courage...
...i'd start flapping my weathers with great intensity
Gathering momentum
And then voila!
I'd be off
No one can catch me now
Pumping those feathers with sheer ferocity
Cutting through the air
Gliding smoothly
I'd be roaming across the vast sky
Sailing through the clouds
Getting up close with them
Oh what a feeling!
I'd go wherever i want
Whenever i want
Then someday i'd settle down
And start a family
I'd build the most beautiful nest
Then my kids would grow up
And someday they too would fly away in the distant sky
Sometimes i so wish that i were a bird.
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