Zakrčeni krvotok / Traffic Jam in Blood Stream

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

Original, 2008 - written for no particular reason. Currently working on a better poem with a similar message AND an actual reason. I kept everything the way it was when it was written, including messy punctuation.

Zakrčeni krvotok

Neke iskre se nikad ne rasplamsaju,
neki cvetovi nikad ne procvetaju,
neka štenad nikad ne progledaju
i sve je samo mrak.

Neke reči nikad ne pronađu put,
neke ptice nikad ne izađu iz kaveza,
neke mačiće tek rođene bace u vodu
i sve je samo mrak.

Neki svoje iskre zasade na dnu srca,
onog dana kad progledaju,
pošto su izašli iz kaveza,
te naučili da plivaju.
I te iskre cvetaju,
ali samo za njih same.
Da, u nekim krvotocima je baš tesno.


Traffic Jam in Blood Stream

Some sparks never get to make a fire,
Some flowers never get to blossom,
Some puppies never open their eyes
And everything is dark.

Some words never find a way,
Some caged birds never see the day,
Some kittens are thrown into water to drown
And everything is dark.

Some plant the sparks at the bottom of their hearts,
On the day when they open their eyes,
After they get out of the cage,
And after they'd learned to swim.
Those sparks blossom
But not for anyone else
Yes, there are quite large traffic jams in some blood streams

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