I scream in my dreams, where no one can hear,
For the tears I suppress when the day draws near.
I chose a man, thinking we’d build our own sky,
But he sought only my body, never asking why.
He won’t look beneath the skin where I hide,
The scars, the fears, the pain inside.
I hide my sorrow from a world so cold,
Afraid they’ll see I’m not strong, not bold.
In silence, I carry this heavy weight,
Longing for love, but finding only fate.
RSD
The heart’s not made to find love and fall,
But to challenge the mind, yet nourish it all.
The eyes aren’t meant just to gaze on her face,
But to seize the chances others won’t embrace.
Marriage isn’t sharing a bed and a name,
But raising children and shaping a frame—
A world where women walk without fear,
And safety and kindness always draw near.
RSD
Each of us stands strong,
Alone, we are a2 and b2,
But together, it is a2+b2.
Our love multiplies,
Twice the strength, 2ab,
A union that grows,
As we add to each other—
We two, our two,
Complete as one.
RSD
You are the first,
and the last—
the only one
for whom my heart and mind unite.
My heart beats your name,
my mind dreams your face,
in perfect harmony,
for you alone.
RSD
Night brings
the moon, stars, stories,
and dreams—
a chance to reflect,
to mend mistakes,
to return to roots
we’ve forgotten by day.
But its quiet truth whispers:
we are fragile,
we are weak.
We search for solace,
for a lap, a place
to lay our heads,
for peace
beneath the stars.
Evolution is the dawn,
where one journey ends
and another begins.
Your eyes—
the point in this shifting world
where my heart makes sharp turns,
guiding me through the dimensions of love.
In this fleeting world
where oceans, rivers, trees
all fade with time,
I dream of building a house for us,
strong and enduring,
where I can see you reflected
in mirrors, in ponds.
A house that will stand for generations,
carrying our story through the ages
like the bones of dinosaurs,
a testament to the journey
we began in this ever-evolving world.
Only tales like ours survive
to teach the history of love
across time.
The dream is fading,
and nothing I do
keeps it alive.
The sky turns pale,
the air tastes strange—
reminding me
I’m not from here.
The hum of machines,
the glow of screens—
none of it
gives me joy.
It only helps me forget
where I belong.
Social platforms rise,
yet add no value.
We build jungles
of selfies,
but not of trees.
We share our happiness
with everyone—
yet no one is involved.
I come from a jungle,
where animals speak
and trees breathe.
But in this virtual world
of followers and subscribers,
jungles are dying.
In the end,
I’m left alone—
with my happiness
and my poems.
RSD
I am taking alcohol as I can not take you
I am sipping it slowly as I can not do deep in you
The whole world is meaningless if ours legs don’t hold each other
I am jerking as I cannot jump on you.
RSD
Evolution is the dawn where
one ends its journey and the other begins.
Your eyes are the point in this 3D or
multidimensional word where my heart makes sharp turns.
In this temporary world
where oceans, rivers, trees, everything has a half-life
I want to work hard and save money to build a strong house for us.
A house where I will see you in a mirror and a pond.
A house that will last throughout many generations
to tell the story of a journey like the story of a dinosaur.
Only a tale crosses multiple eras during evolution
to teach ancestral history.
RSD
I want to be with you
Make me your morning dew.
You are green like grass
I want to be on top of you.
RSD
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