Mila Maksimovic

Write till you surprise yourself. Any feedback is appreciated greatly.

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Mila Maksimovic

Write till you surprise yourself. Any feedback is appreciated greatly.

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The Day Is

Mila Maksimovic

1 min read

The day is

Cold and slow

It weeps in silence

Not a whisper

Not a word...

Poetry

There's A Wall

Mila Maksimovic

1 min read

There’s a wall

Covered in pictures

She drew them all

A slight tear in each...

Poetry

She And He

Mila Maksimovic

1 min read

There were stars in her eyes

Teardrops of moonlight

There were souls in his eyes

Teardrops of torment

She wore Saturn's rings

He wore a Devil’s smile

She was a never-ending peace on slow nights

He was a never-ending disturbance on fast days...

Poetry

The Mask Is Slipping

Mila Maksimovic

1 min read

The mask is slipping

The angel face you once knew

Will be no more...

Poetry

There's a Fire Buring

Mila Maksimovic

1 min read

There's a fire burning,

In the wing and swing of the old grand nursery.

The children have gone mad,

No, the nanny had.

She's passed,

Long gone from this world.

She wants the children,

But they are gone.

Died in the fire,

The fire she lit with her ghost-like hands.

Hell gave her fire,

her fiery anger turns into actual embers.

She thought burning the nursery would release the children t...

The Bridge

Mila Maksimovic

2 min read

It was a late-night drive to my grandparents’ house with the windows down and a cool Autumn breeze flowing throughout the car as my sister’s Nintendo Switch played Mario Karts and my dad frustratedly fought the enigmatic static coming from the radio.

My mum chuckled at the fuss as I lightly drummed my fingers on the car's interior. The texture made my fingertips tingle when I would brush it. My ...

Horror

The Meaning Of Life

Mila Maksimovic

1 min read

I think that if you keep looking for the meaning of life, you'll never find it. For, the meaning is already given by the Bible. You simply just need to open your eyes and see it....

When I Look In The Mirror

Mila Maksimovic

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I see myself. Worn and torn. Humble and humbled. Rotten and forgotten. Weak and freak. Fickle and sickle. Pained and stained. Hung and sung. Ugly and fugly. Beautiful and truthful. Killed and skilled. Tripped and sipped. Ripped and nipped. Raw and thaw. Best and worst. Lost and found. I see myself as the finder of good and the keeper of bad. I see myself as my own worst enemy and best friend.

The...

Nothing

Mila Maksimovic

1 min read

I wander through the wasteland encapsulated by nothing but the hope of dying. No sought-out job prospects were awaiting me, there was no love, money, or anything, in particular, to keep a normal person sane.

I was the last man standing. At the edge of time where humanity was dying faster than the stars, it was only a matter of minutes before I too would have departed this Earth before the sun eng...