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Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

This here, Right Here (do I need to put an arrow? no? you are fine? yes. good) is my Other Blog. In Serbian. Because, as Mr Grozdich always says, you should speak a language other than *insert a language here that is not the one mentioned previously*.

If you enjoyed my works here you will have a blast with the ones featured there. It is basically the same, just in Serbian. So, if you can’t read the awesome letters presented there, just pretend. In time, you will be able to. It is not so hard. 😊

Don’t forget to like, comment and share! (if you do you shall receive an Awww, or in Serbian an Ањњњ, from me; it will come silently, carried through the wind of awesomeness and thankfulness) :Џ :П

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine / Марија Мрвошевић

how to keep a relationship

Out of the experienced experience of an inexperienced relationshipper (aka me), I share this. An amazing read.

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REAL TALK: Sometimes, Thought Catalog is bullshit. I say this even though I truly love it and I spend hours going through their posts. What their writers say about love and relationships is sometimes too perfect, too ideal, much too wishful rather than realistic. It’s why I enjoy it. I’m all about wishful thinking, too, but this is something I’ve realized that’s really important.

Chances are your partner’s not going to be perfect and neither are you going to be pure-hearted and self-sacrificing and kind all the time. Your relationship isn’t going to survive if you expect it to be easy, always. But if you work together, you can make your relationship a really great and lasting one. Here’s a small but crucial piece of advice:

Let go of the thought that your girlfriend / boyfriend / significant other is supposed to get everything right. Even if they love you…

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The Big Rapture

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Wonderful work from an old Friend and colleague. This one is from the album, the collection called “The Epiphany”.


 

A slow beginning; Spark the imagination
Am I just dreaming? Is this truly our salvation?

We’re flying faster
With every 
swift 
        move
Going into the Cosmos castle
Through atmosphere removed

Countless stars are shining
Pouring their essence on me
We are taking in everything
Waiting for the Heavenly

All the 
water 
        running
Through my eyes
You’re begging
These are not lies

Thanking you, breathless
So ready for that moment
I’m overjoyed and restless
Feeling it
             I’m open
So it comes surging in
The feeling 
of the whole
Universe 

exploding

Through me

Photo OBsession…s

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Hi Every-one-who-looks-at-these,

A sneak peek at some photos a Friend and colleague took of me. Such art, much professional!

I felt like I would need them for this blog; my Portfolio (these are links; just an FYI) as well, and other business stuff I don’t know about. 😅

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading/watching/painting/general-art stuff 👮📚🌭‍!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


 

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Thank you, Nata Li!

 

SIX

Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

This seemed to be a week about Oblivion Corpus. And it shall continue to be. Here is another one! Enjoy. 🙂

Don’t forget to like, comment, and share!

And, as always (except last time, because I kind of forgot; such sleepy, much wow), happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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Photo by Filip Bunkens on Unsplash.



Only glances on the kilim
But we fly high so high
Above the rain and sky
Intertwined and dim.

Only meeting on the pillow
But we dream something greater
Bigger place and a time better
For our dreams and hopes below.

Why have you come my way?

An idea of the mystifying Fate
Must have opened the wrong gate
Because we weren’t ready yet

Unable to let go since we’ve met.

FIVE

Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

The fifth poem is already here. Yay… or Nay? 😉

Read, enjoy it if you will. I’m off to sleep (it’s kind of late here).

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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Cloudy Sunrise. Oil on paper by Mary Matshine.

 

Fragrance of garden at dawn
And water, turbid but pure
Aroma of coffee and milk
And breakfast in our bed.

Night hues are our salvation
Black and blue and silver
Morning colours which divide
Green and red and golden.

All of that we gladly shared
The sounds around our shed
Birds in flight and crickets loud
But none of that exists anymore

Neither does our scent and core.

Continued Survival

Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

Here is a fresh poem, written yesterday. It is inspired by a story that a colleague of mine wrote. Have fun figuring it out! 😉

I would like to hear your thoughts on it. What do you think it’s about?

Don’t forget to like, comment, and share!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


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Architect of the Universe by DGrayFox.


Searching. Debris flying about.
The meaning is not
Inside.
Can you feel them?

Sparks trail their ends, mist sprouts the thoughts, eyes
Black holes.
It's not the matter — it is Them.

Waiting. As if we are the ones
To pull the plug.
On/Off
Universe abound

Vermilion stars glaring
At us.
We are alive?

Never mind.

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FOUR

Hello, Everyone-who-reads-this,

The Oblivion Corpus is back. This is the fourth poem, short and bittersweet. Enjoy!

Hope you all had a nice weekend. Mine was and still is pretty busy, but nice nonetheless.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

P.S. Do you like the new look of the blog? 🙂


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Wavy Sunset. Oil on paper by Mary Matshine.

 

We’ve observed together
Vermilion sunrise and better
Silvery moonlight high above.

We’ve walked the same lane
Through the wind and rain
Snow and feeble leaves.

And when the noon comes
Severe heat evaporates us
We go our own ways

Just to start all over again.

 

*If you enjoyed this poem, then do read these: ONE, TWO, THREE.

 

Lightlined — Part 3

Hi, Everyone-who-reads-this,

Finally, the THIRD PART is here! I am tardy, a lot, I know, but I hope it would be worth it. I’ve translated a piece of what I planned and realized it works on its own. Also, you get the read sooner this way. I hope you enjoy it.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

P.S. Make sure to read first two parts before this one. 😉


 

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By Bill Williams on Unsplash.

 

3.

The morning was brighter than previous ones. Dante was sure he could see more nooks and crannies of his cell.
He heard Gargon’s swift steps in front of the thick door, then, the locks rattled, as always. Dante was patiently waiting to hear that last screech of a metal hinge leaving its groove for another higher and probably cleaner one. Soon, Gargon came in.

„It’s been two days.“

„You must be hungry,“ said Gargon and handed him a plate full of monochromatic food.

Dante ate it in a few moist breaths.

Gargon sat by his side the entire time. Watching.

„How do I become like you?“ Dante said after putting the plate on the rough stone floor. He was careful not to make that awful sound of metal hitting masonry. It bothered him even more than the shriek the wood gave away while trying to keep its metal lover close.

„A zverhano? Interesting. Are you sure?“

„It gives me the best chance to escape. Right?“

„Sure. Although, it does have the worst consequences…“

„Consequences? Like when Raksas attacked the Eastern Lands, lost, and now he can’t maintain proper allegiance amongst his men and the people?“

„I like how you summed that up. You could make a good teacher one day, or, a writer even!“ Gargon smiled. A sound came out. It was a half-laugh half a sound of a turtle mating. High-pitched and short.

„What you’ve described, however true — those are indeed consequences for Raksas’s actions — it doesn’t fit into this particular context. Remember, now, consequences are different for every single person, and, they also depend on the situation. But, when it comes to Magika, this differs in a sense that the consequences themselves are the same, but how a person reacts to them is not. You may enjoy being hungry all the time, or, snapping bones may be a sound that comforts you; I know demons who like that…“

Gargon looked at his friend carefully, coldly, as if trying to discern how impactful his little speech was.

Dante’s eyebrows raised. His lips pursed a bit which caused his jaw to clench. But what Gargon couldn’t see, and what Dante was certain his friend could clearly hear, was his quick, uncertain heartbeat.

„That sounds scary.“

„Well, the books don’t mention that, now, do they? Each creation has a consequence. For example, if you are an earth one you tend to be hungry quite often. Food can satisfy you to a certain degree, but, to you, nothing can do it like faeces.“

Dante frowned, his nose pulling back.

„Sounds awful. But, I don’t think it tastes much worse than what I eat every day… Go on. What else?“

„It’s stinky being an earth one. And when you are a water one, you are often thirsty, and thirst is best quenched by…“

„Pee?“ said Dante.

„Actually, no. Only fresh spring water, not the one they themselves purify for townsfolk.“

„What about fire ones?“

„Well, the good thing is, fire can’t harm you, but, you are unbearably hot most of the time. Fire ones, hence, tend to be exhibitionists.“

Dante grinned. Imagining naked bodies always made him feel like grinning, it was weird, but he liked it.

„But,“ Gargon continued unaware of his friend’s quirky state. „No one suffers like a zverhano. The consequence is double fold. Primarily, you are completely aware that your body is changing. Each bone in your body brakes and then heals, the skin stretches and shrinks, you grow feathers, or more hair, depends; and, oh, your head! I remember my first time. I was sure Death was coming in the form of a spell gone wrong, which is often the worst of forms Death can present herself. Alas, I survived. Still remember that pain, though. Judging from your expression, you don’t want me to speak more of this. I won’t.“

Dante’s eyes were like two bulges ready to jump out of their socket and live a life of their own. His forehead was sprinkled with tiny beads of sweat. He wiped them off quickly once Gargon paused and Dante became aware of the wetness.

„Second thing is the good part of becoming what I am. Choosing an animal, and doing it not out of like or love but out of usefulness, is the most important thing when it comes to this creation. When I transform I can fly, and I can see in the infrared spectrum — you remember what that is?“

Dante was thinking for a while. He knew what it was, but he wanted to recall the entire lesson. Of course, that was too much to expect so he was satisfied to remember the person who discovered infrared, how he did it and what it meant for Magika. This included a guy named Bill, few filters and the sunlight.

After Dante said what Gargon wished to hear, he asked him what could he do if he decided to become a cantrip.

„Ah, yes. My pretty cousin. Those birds are very rare in the wild. But, I could manage to get a hold of one…“

„We need it?“

„Yes. And, also“ said Gargon grabbing one of the books and waving it as much as its weight allowed „someone should write new books!“

Dante giggled softly.

„Why do we need the actual animal?“

„Well, you must eat it, of course.“

Dante’s eyes were, once more, thinking about a vacation and a better life out there, in the big world. The eyebrows joined them, squirming and closing down.

„It’s not that bad, for you. Imagine the poor people who wish to become a dog or a horse!“

„What else do I have to do?“

„There is a whole ritual once you’ve created yourself. I won’t bore you with the details. Think about this, practice. I’ll be here tomorrow or the day after to see what you’ve decided.“

Taking the empty plate off the floor, Gargon left.

Dante was unsure. It was one thing to kill a butterfly, but eating a helpless creature that is alive!… He wasn’t sure he’d be able to do that.

Although, he needs to do it only once, and then, well, he could forget about it.

 

Love Poem [Video Reading]

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Hi, Everyone-who-watches-this,

Here is one of my older poems, dedicated to my Love, Marko.
You are free to dedicate it to whomever you Love, and share those beautiful feelings with the world.

I apologise for the watermark that is across the entire screen, but I had no clue it would be there and that big. Next time I’ll try to move it somewhere.

Now, I’m going to study.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy watching!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine