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Maid Corbic
Poet Maid Corbic from Bosnia and Herzegovina and lives in Tuzla. He is twenty-one years old and one of the youngest poet and writer of the Global Poet and Poetry group. He spends most of his free time writing and reading books. His works have been published in numerous portals such as: „Kosovo Peonies“, „Amritanyali Journal“, „Krajberzje. MK“, „VIS International Magazine“ and many others. He is also the Ambassador of Literature in Syria and represents his country in Terandaz in International Poetry as the youngest author ever. Also, he was published in several anthologies such as “Lockdown Diaries“, „Hum on Humanity”, „A Beautifull Words“, and many others. It was published in the almanac „Slavic Lyre“ in Russia and the winner in St. Petersburg for Sergei A. Yesenin. Publications printed have a joint collection of prose works „Stories from Isolation“. One of the most representative authors
I was waiting for you there in the old place
Just as the Moon covered its fear
Somehow, as if he foresaw trouble
That will happen on that fateful night
When destiny and happiness stirred
What then turned was on my side
Love was born, and I skillfully ran away from it
Five to twelve, he knocks slowly on his door
The solemn moment is approaching when we will tell each other
“We love each other immensely, to culminate in marriage?”
Although we are not adults and total laymen for life
We were looking for a part of ourselves in us
We dreamed of having a happy life
And let’s not get over a lot of problems
That we have a much better relationship than others have
All of these were our youthful desires
All in the wee hours, where erotica also has its name
But it’s too early for that for us yet!
And so I was waiting for you in the very corner of the street
He gave his imagination the right to dream dirty thoughts
At twelve at last when the clock struck
It was as if my life had stopped in vain
Because you were in it, and I was just a caricature
I couldn’t even speak; he was silent from the situation
In front of whom I found myself so infamous
So I chose maybe a different ending
Where I simply gave up on everything
I was Poltron of events when I finally saw you
But you were not alone
But with someone else, I guess that’s how it goes
You love me today, you pre-hurt tomorrow
And how then to be the same
After a missed fall
At twelve in the evening
When I go to bed and I feel nostalgic
That someone else has you !?
I ran to feel your step
Which always eluded me somehow
Well, I started living my dreams a long time ago
And that I, unfortunately, admire flowers
How is it possible for love to fly away like that
Doesn’t she have her first and last name?
If love is a sin, may God punish me
I am an individual who believes a lot in goodness
And I guess that’s why God loves him so much
And it saves from hardships
He locks himself in his shackles of shame
Iron, smelly and poisonous
In my eyes primarily, even the body
The body is accustomed to all the changes in the world
He learned to refuse everything
And you, my sore point of contact
The fictitious imagination of the fruit of my work
Disappear, don’t come back to me
Then when I don’t like you anymore
When I’m not worth you anymore
And I become just an ordinary pen on paper
Why are you inking it!
I keep quiet a lot, and I would say a lot
Yes, the crossroads costs us almost our lives
Because even though you were a part of me, you are no longer that
I can go on alone
And you see how you’re going to deal with it
I have a soul just like you
And I live on something, bread and water!
So when you come back to me and I bore you with others
You’ll find me again, but you’ll only find dust
Because people don’t live forever
Nor is it just a stupid fairy tale for children
Go to me – come to me does not exist
Him: “Trying or not”
Because I deserve to have a better one than you
And it can’t be you!
Sorry, it doesn’t go like this anymore actually
We torture ourselves, it is best to leave
From each other, so that we are not bothered by problems
Which has plagued us for many years
Maybe it’s best to put us to sleep at midnight
We rejoiced in him during the marriage
And now it has become all darkness
Since you are no longer alone, you have another
Time is no longer love, but blossoming
Life and memories leave it
Old pictures are slowly thrown in the trash
Leaving bloody tears behind them, anxiety!
So what to do at the end of it all
We have to move on, sooner or later we will regret it
If midnight doesn’t greet us one more time
With lives mown and patterned
In honor of the universe and respect for each other
We are not the same planets, but we are fighting now
For themselves and with the time of existence
Hardly that midnight separates shamefully!
Sorry, it doesn’t go like this anymore actually
We torture ourselves, it is best to leave
From each other, so that we are not bothered by problems
Which has plagued us for many years
Maybe it’s best to put us to sleep at midnight
We rejoiced in him during the marriage
And now it has become all darkness
Since you are no longer alone, you have another
Time is no longer love, but blossoming
Life and memories leave it
Old pictures are slowly thrown in the trash
Leaving bloody tears behind them, anxiety!
So what to do at the end of it all
We have to move on, sooner or later we will regret it
If midnight doesn’t greet us one more time
With lives mown and patterned
In honor of the universe and respect for each other
We are not the same planets, but we are fighting now
For themselves and with the time of existence
Hardly that midnight separates shamefully!
I have always been that person who gives himself too easily to others
Well in the end the wound by its leaving infamous
Which tear the soul to pieces scattered on the ground
I, born under a lucky star, seek my knowledge
I thought you were the only love in the world
She’s right for Eternity!
I would do anything I could hug you tightly for the last time
I say how much all the messages and calls in the middle of the night mean to me
Then when I kept quiet about some huge problems
An idealized girl in a quiet twilight
What the Moon took you there between the arms of its lights
And time seemed to stop in an instant
From the day our paths crossed
In some Far City, imprinted in new dimensions of Life
You can still tell me how much I’ve meant all these years
Me, I can say everything that has been gradually bothering me for years
But what is it worth, when love has its consequences?
If all I love is somewhere far away
Type hundreds of miles away Light
I could take a step to the Corner of Knowledge
And I wouldn’t mind reaching your Imaginary City
A place of birth that is underlined by the abysses of dawn
A fantastic reflection of the Sun in the dark period of reincarnation
The question itself is rhetorical; whether it is worth fighting for love
Which has long been doomed?
The distance suffers all the emptiness it carries with it
Well, it often happens that we get caught up in all this
Between the two voices, we jump over the phone
Beds, walls, posters that stick together
Photographs of a love schizophrenic triangle
Sectarian!
Love has its consequences and shelf life
Then when I’m not so dear to you anymore
Then the gift toys and hymns are thrown away
For a good night, they turn into decrypted madness
Arguments inappropriate
A message of the unfinished
Distances that kill the gradual existence of ours
Creating a gap in the cold, sleepless night
All that remains is to give each other a hand of reconciliation
Let’s run into memories by tearing photos
And we turn the page to talk behind our backs about all the worst
Because that’s how love survives today, right?
Reader?
No one needs the torture of captivity out of ordinary love
Which may not even be tried
How much I gave myself to so many people so lightly
That I can no longer even count on my own fingers
And that’s the only way I get rejected because of my looks
Like others are much nicer than me?
No one today sees the notion of the soul and the free spirit
It is important that they ask you, “How old are you?”
Because if you have a little, you are not suitable for socializing
So today, unfortunately, people have to fence themselves
Some stupid behavior, when the right person comes
Then we definitely move away from best friends
Which we’ve had in our lives, parents
It is too late to repent when I am phlegmatic for reality
I certainly do the dumbest things in the world of Transience
I give my heart light to everyone, I connect with everyone I find
Anywhere
Any time
Because I am a man of emotions, I cannot change easily
Although everyone wants to change me at their discretion!
I am not a robot, so I can be like other beings
My name is special which means peace and tranquillity
Believing in a better world, I prefer to stay lonely in the end
Because this seems to be the time when true love is not valued
And it all falls apart when I show what kind of person I really am
Naive – blind!
Nothing is really wrong, not even this problem of mine
I will imprint the decree of freedom on my brain and the convolutions of the brain
Yes I will remain what I am no matter the environment
Which changes abruptly thanks to gloomy people
Which bring only rain, let the Sun not warm me
After years of suffering and pain that sometimes the wind blows
With all his strength, he tried to calm my problems
Which I have, that again as much as I dream of the right person next to me
Sometimes it takes time to make everything I dream come true
But in the end, what is destined will come, won’t it?
I am to many just a trail that will pass through the World
But I’m sure there’s also some person like me
Debra and maybe a little naive when it comes to love
Because no matter how much she disappoints us, everything passes with time
So I hope to be lucky and survive the new challenge
“How do you deal with the 21st century, when people are choosing the end?
Doesn’t anyone care to meet a person without prejudice? ”
Time passes and from year to year I see only a decline
Physically, temperatures drop sharply and stereotypes develop
Just because the past taught them self-defence
Instead of giving at least hope to themselves and the other person
Because no one is the same, so he will be like me, who deserves the best
Decree of freedom of captivity of love!
Copyright@Maid Corbic
Posted 11:20 pm | Monday, 07 June 2021
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