When two stars in the skies collide, they become something epic and hard to divide. When they come to touch the source of that what’s real, there are no wounds they cannot heal. When their hearts start beating life as one, all their hurts will reduce to none. Just like a flame would do with all in her way, turn it to ashes of the color grey. As bright as love nothing can be, as blinding as its light when only their hearts can see, as dubious as its feelings can make them feel, they never give in because life is real.

When two stars live side by side, fed by the love they share and the pride they hide, they show something only believers can see, show the lively sprouts of a newborn tree. Whatever hardships may come along, they will always stand strong, because they know what is worth living for, as the newborn tree chained them core to core.

Being a source for what now follows their shine, a commitment made beyond limits of a line, many feelings they now provide, are more than worth to stand side by side.

Dedicated To: My Best Friend and her husband in Croatia…

By: Nikola Sokol

The Heart “IS” The Dance

I dance to love, I dance to live, I dance to express what I believe. I dance to suppress, what oppresses the dance, just like the difference, between hate and romance. I dance for life, I dance for all, I dance from the inside, like the wild to nature’s call. I dance with passion, I dance with faith, I dance in harmony, I dance without hate. I dance without thoughts, with no regret, I dance all out, like a fish freed of a net. I dance with the beat, I dance without fear, I dance with my heart, the music’s all I can hear. I dance through the fire, I dance through the rain, I dance with the nature, I dance like insane. I dance while I walk, I dance while I’m still, I dance while I’m sleeping, with the beat of heart’s will. I move like the wind, I blast like the fire, I am like the water, bending on desire. I dance like a tree in a forest mass, I dance like a clover among the grass, I dance like the ants in the tunnel pass, I dance like a fish within the glass.

I dance for you, I dance for me, we all can dance, try and see. Join me here, join me there, join me all around, join me anywhere. There’s no need to be a pro, don’t doubt yourself so, just jump onto the street, and follow your heartbeat. You see, you’re not so bad at all, just get back up when you slip and fall. The road may be rough, but you will stay though, cuz when you catch the beat you’ll drown it down your feet, but when the road turns though it’s your turn to be rough, cuz when you start to feel the dance, you’ll never have enough.

Nikola Sokol

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The End of Highschool

This is it, we are finally there, we passed what we feared with happiness in the air. Now we’re standing here waiting for our success and what would come next is hard to guess. People looking and smiling at you like they never did and something about that makes you feel weird. Flashes are blinding as pictures are taken from everywhere but you will never feel this way until you stand there! Our names being called one by one, it makes us so nervous but still it is fun. It makes you feel happy because you’ve reached your goal and once you stand there you’ll realise the moral! As we walk up that room, the clapping is all around, we feel like we are by the heaven bound! We walk up to the microphone to receive our success but it’s not what we expected, it’s even less!

Many years have passed until this goal was achieved but in the end there wasn’t much that we received. Just a small piece of paper we are holding in our hands, could this really be where it finally ends? The teachers, parents , brothers and sisters applauding you like you’re a star as you start to  wonder, “did I really come this far?”. This is where we realise that we’ve come to the end, this is where it starts and it’s meant to defend.

Now we are free, the real world’s in sight, this will be a new challenge worth for to fight!

With this I wish you all goodluck, keep your mind clear and you’ll never get stuck!

Nikola Sokol

Dreaming a Story

I walk and walk towards the distant shine, step by step I follow the sign, tear by tear I join the rain, with all my heart through fear and pain. The nature, the wild, and their vivid mass, the mountains and oceans I yet have to pass, the storms and winds and their strong desires, volcano’s, comets and their destructive fires. The life and death I find along, the ways I see of good and wrong, the difference there is between rich and poor, the religion opinions and the war. Why the violence, why the gore, what’s the hatred and where’s the core?

“The legends and myths they told around, the historical pieces I lost and found, the acts and lies I had to bare, the purest of truth just made me care. The real I took for that what’s fake, the risks I carried I had to take, the rhymes I made just found their link, the mysteries I solved with paper and ink. The darkness crept day by day, the evil I found along my way, demons and spirits of an ancient world, corruption and madness of which I’ve never heard. The friends I had were there for me, the burdens I carried they could see, the hands they had “the one’s they spared”, their eyes and smiles showed me they cared.”

I walk and walk towards the distant sun, step by step I start to run, smiling my way through the coming night, with all my heart towards the light. The clouds above start to fade, the stars behind by light are made, the moon reveals as the sun goes dead, and all at once my eyes turn red. A final second of control I feel, a moment later I break the seal, a world of agony opens inside, the result is “rage” I cannot hide. Thoughts are bending as my heart spreads cold, my fears are leaving and become untold, feelings fade and turn the back, I feel like a system influenced by hack. The passing minutes fogged my lenses, passing seconds downed my senses, before I knew it I lost control, not just my head but the “me” as a whole. One last thought goes through my head, the one last thought before I’d pass out dead, “sooner or later I’ll no longer me, no longer the one I used to be….”

“I opened my eyes facing the ground, my ears heard nothing as there was no sound, a deadly silence passed through my head, was this real of was I dead? I looked around shocked of what I see, bodies and fires surrounding me, rivers of blood and limbs torn apart, just like a doing of one maniac’s art. Who’s the one for this to blame, who’s the one to go down with shame, what’s the purpose of spreading fame, if your heart’s a scar carved by vain. Panic and chaos is what I’ve seen around, screams of pain in my ears were bound, blood was spilled during this night, covered in blood I lost my sight. Not seconds after I just passed out, woke up in the hospital shouting out loud, screaming about what happened last night, was I wrong or was I right?”

I look outside and see the sun shine bright, “did I catch the distant light?”, the blue skies were as clear as water, instead of cold, the day got hotter. I take one step out the door, I breathe the air and feel sun’s core, I start to wonder more and more, I knew this place from before.

“As I walked up to this big tree, I sat back down and counted to three, at “three” I just snapped back to start, the real from which I made this art. The world in which I doubted I would, the world in which I doubted I could, the moments in which I cried the tears, the time in which I overcame my fears.”

I look at my hand as my pen is there, I look at my paper and start to stare, I realize I made so many rhymes, but on paper had but empty lines. Interesting is… what I find, wrote a story through my mind, wrote a story with a link, using neither pen nor ink.”  

Nikola Sokol

The Day Is Mine

From deepest bottoms I will rise, walk among them in disguise, Watch the world as it goes, pick its flower, name it Rose. I’ll feel the wind, touch the fire, I’ll hear the water, and her desire. On earth and water I will walk, to the nature, I will talk. I’ll bite the freedom, make it mine, free myself from this time. The days will pass, the nights will fall, A wish I’ll make upon a star. Though so far and yet so bright, fades away in days delight. Morning comes, brings a new day, Brings the sun, shining my way. A final glimpse the moon reveals, a lonesome look throws on my heels. As the sun moves western way, A brighter evening clears the day. I sit down and close my eyes, I find myself in disguise, Surrounded by friends until the ends, As the future slowly bends. I open my eyes and lose sight of what’s said, I look around and wake up in my bed. As I get up, stretching the line, I look in the mirror, and the day is mine. 

Nikola Sokol