people are busy doing chores and doing harm
running into and over
vacuuming and sweeping their lives
under the carpet
devouring the world’s resources and
their prey in one bite
hurting their children
losing their sense of duty, weight and battles
dragging their voids like wounded animals
diving in the shallow waters
raping my brain
wasting my time
again
I have been here before
I have seen
I have done
I know this man, his cat, his wife’s lover, their neighbor’s gun.
I know this life. This world. This moment. Frozen in time.
This overlapping of events. Repetition of sounds.
I am already gone
empty spaces echo with my shouts.
*You can read more of Bojana’s work at Blogging with Bojana
MORALITY PARK 
There is a sadness in this one that is new. It so fits with the poem, and it is so your voice. There is still the bite that is Bojana, but this one carries a different layer of your emotion.
I love it!!!
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It is different, inspired by my friend’s post on the whole deja vu experiene that I’ve always found intriguing, as well as a picture I saw. Then I wrapped these up and put into a box with my signiture on it. This is the outcome.
Thank you. I’m pleased you saw it too.
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Saw it…felt it…love it!!!
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This is quite a beautiful portrait that you’ve painted, hung up in the ray of light.
“I am already gone empty spaces echo with my shouts” – love that.
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You love my endings, don’t you?
Thanks, A.G.
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Love them. Always leave ’em wanting more.
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More is yet to come. Soon.
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Convergence of past and present deja vu experience!!
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All in one. All at once.
Thanks for reading, Narasimhan.
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These things we’d encountered in our lives regularly, they seemed to have happened before, because they all feel, so very, familiar, but each moment in time is unique, there had been none like it, nor will there ever be any that resembles it in the future…
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It’s an interesting phenomenon for sure. Thanks for commenting.
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I love this new facet of your voice, Bojana! You are forever pushing yourself and your boundaries. The beginning of this for me is all about the force and action of the words, how it is driven by the verbs you chose. And then it ends in a silence, an empty space that echoes. Very powerful!
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I experimented a bit. That was my reaction to a Rattle pic challenge. Remember a woman with leaves reflected on her face?
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I Love that you explore and break past poetic boundaries. I do remember that picture. I am going to read your piece again, with this new knowledge. It’s funny, my poem in Amaryllis today was originally a submission for one of the Rattle challenges. It was rejected, of course (fucking Rattle), so I did some editing and kept sending it out and it found a home. I am so glad you shared this!!!!!
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Yes, fuck them. I actually submitted Bummer and made sure I say that ‘highbrowed literary critics, pseudointellectusls and pretentious jerks buried one more poem.’ They never thanked me for the submission, but I said it.
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I Love and Adore you, Gorgeous Lady!!!!
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Mmmmmm.
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I love how you found both the motion and the stillness in that image. A truly unique and beautiful response!
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Like the picture. Very intriguing.
Thanks love. Nice to have u back.
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I think you found so much more in that picture than the other writers that month; you saw into it, which is just one thing you do so well!
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