Sa dna slomljenog…uh?! / From the bottom of a broken…uh?!

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2016. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

I'm on a roll. And happy about that.

Late in 2008, I was trying to write a series of p..ms (while they were still called by the word the rest of the world uses) and I had the protagonists, in early 2009 I was also "blessed" with an actual plot, I only lacked the setting. It's as if I had a badly-drawn stage. In one of the p..ms, titled "Screaming Apples", I had a crazy setting of a forest where each single thing would scream when one of the protagonists would touch it, birds were extremely big and strange-looking and in the centre of the whole scene, there was something both characters seemed to be scared of. But it was entirely fictional. As a person who dislikes alternate worlds and epic fantasy, I felt like I had to find a real-life setting.

A person I used to spoke to back then, a very interesting girl called Lisa (who literally vanished around my 26th birthday), told me that I have too many biblical motifs in my writing for an atheist and that they resemble revelation. I wasn't familiar with revelation as the Orthodox churches don't really take it into consideration and I was born and I'm living in an Orthodox country. Then I looked it up. Then I found the theory about the events of revelation taking place now. I found the symbolism to be pretty impressive and, while I still think Bible is pure fiction written by someone with an either altered state of mind or someone with vivid imagination - my grotesque birds, huge apples than scream and wildly placed trees found themselves a home as sinister and hopeless as they are. The east vs. west is there, too. A cause worth fighting against is there, too. Number symbolism? Totally. A possibility to parody fairytales? Why not. A possibility to make it the exact opposite of something else? Oh yeah.

So, just to make sure: this one is very normal and not a part of the series, as it does not contain mentions of any particular characters. The characters take the stage (and a biiiig stage it is) from now on and they're switching places of the "tag" from p..m to p..m.

In this one, the female character is the "tag". There's a parody of a famous fairy tale, a parody of a common concept in teenagers' literature/music/other aspects of culture (the whole p..m might be missunderstand as that, which is actually funny) and a parody of the most common structure in all the forms with rhythm. And, not revealing everything...there are at least four different ways to read this. Oh shit, four again. Fourfourfourfourfour.

Sa dna slomljenog....uh?!

Je'n, dva, tri...četiri.

Poziv za tebe,
šaljem ti svu svoju ljubav
sa dna slomljenog...uh?!
gde se niko ne bi usudio da ide.
Dublje i dublje
gde nema žive duše
gde se snovi ruše
gde ne postoje novi počeci
i slične novokovanice.

Do kraja vremenena,
do kraja ovog sveta
neke stvari neće presušiti
ne mogu te tek tako zaboraviti.
Slomio si...uh?!
A ja te ne mogu dostići.

Sa slomljenim...uh?!
bila sam kraljica samo jedne noći
i možda mi više nikad nećeš doći doći
ali moja ljubav je svugde, veruj mi,
i moja druga cipela je još uvek tu.

Poziv za tebe,
mislio si da više ničega nema
na dnu slomljenog...uh?!
gde se nikad ne bi usudio da odeš
No više je unutra
nego što si osetio napolju
neće pogaziti moju volju
neće ubiti moja osećanja

Do kraja svih krajeva
do kraja naše gluposti
neke stvari će uvek biti tu
i ja sam s tobom, makar u snu.
Slomio si...uh?!
A ja te ne mogu dostići.

Sa slomljenim...uh?!
teško da sam kraljica tvoje noći
teško da ćeš mi ikad doći
ali moja ljubav je svugde, veruj mi,
i moja druga cipela je još uvek tu.

Poziv za tebe,
poziv za tebe,
poziv za tebe,
poziv za tebe...

Je'n, dva, tri...četiri.
Ček' malo, što baš četiri?
Zato!

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From the bottom of a broken ...uh?!

One, two, three...four.

Calling out to you
Sending all my love
From the bottom of a broken...uh?!
Where no one dares to go
Deeper and deeper
Where no living soul's been
where dreams are falling apart
No such a thing as new starts
Or similar cheap talk.

Until the end of time
Until the end of this world
Some things shall not fade
And I cannot just forget you
You broke...uh?!
And I cannot reach you.

With a broken uh...?!
I was a queen of just one of your nights
And we might never see each other again
But my love for you is everywhere, trust me,
And my other shoe is still here with me.

Calling out to you
You thought nothing was left
On the bottom of a broken...uh?!
Where you don't dare to go
More is inside
Than what you felt outside
They won't step on my will
My feelings aren't meant to kill

Until the end of all ends
Until the end of our foolishiness
Some things will always be there, it seems
And I'll always be with you, at least in dreams.
You broke...uh?!
And I cannot reach you.

With a broken uh...?!
I can hardly be the queen of your nights
And you might never come to see me again
But my love for you is everywhere, trust me,
And my other shoe is still here with me.

Calling out to you,
Calling out to you,
calling out to you,
calling out to you...

One, two, three...four.
Wait a minute, WHY FOUR?
Just because!

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