Vado Masinovic

Vado Masinovic Poems

My Secret Place..
Far, far away from here
Out into the darkness,
through the woods,
...

I walk in a path of darkness,
trying to find a way out,
but can't see much.
I can't scream,
...

The sky is dark,
the moon is shinning bright,
the howl is nice and loud,
the wind is cold and dark,
...

Best friends,
They can say their there for you
thick or thin,
good or bad.
...

Sometimes I just want to run away
from the words that hurt me
I want to run into the darkness
and just hide myself in the shadows
...

I don't know
if I'm happy anymore.
I should be
but it feels wrong.
...

Bring me in
or shut me out.
Take me seriously
or lose me forever
...

I'm fighting back

I feel hurt and weak on the inside
I flinch
...

There's a hidden feeling
a dark, cold, stabbing feeling
Kills me inside to know
What it really is.
...

My life falls into pieces.
I'm happy one day and the next
I get hurt by a full sentence,
Just by the person I love.
...

One leaf falls,
Than another,
And another.
All sad,
...

In my room,
on my bed,
I closed my eyes,
hidden in the darkness,
...

I am a disappointment
I think
that I make people happy
but really I make them sad.
...

I open my eyes,
Darkness all around,
Wind blowing hard,
Trees going back and forth,
...

15.

I live in a world of darkness.
Where I hide myself from reality
I live in a world full of heartaches,
Tears,
...

Vado Masinovic Biography

I am a preemie child I had a rough childhood when i was young I was very quiet, never said anything to anyone and never really had any friends to be honest. I got bullied when I was in first grade and it kept going, the thing is, it was my cousin that always humiliated me and just made me feel bad about myself. He always use to make fun of my weight, but he knew I wouldn't say anything cause I didn't know how to stick up for myself.3rd grade came and I started writing stories, Lots of them actually my main character was always Emily.4th grade came, our class all got to write a story I wrote one about a confused ship going to the moon, pretty interesting. My teacher came to me and told me cause of my story I was picked to go see an author I didn't know who this author I was excited, that day came and it got cancelled I was pretty upset. I really wanted to go see the author, but I still got an award for my writing. I still kept writing stories. Middle school came and I started writing quotes at the moment I have around 200 quotes, many stories I don't even know how much I have, been writing since 3rd grade maybe even 1st I don't know.7th grade came and i learned how to write poems, my first poem was about fear I loved this poem so much that I started writing poetry. I have around 40 poems today. I tried to enter into contests like the scholastic I entered four of my best poems, and I didn't get in. So I just stopped writing for a while, I mean I still have a journal that I write in but that wasn't the same. Sometimes I don't think I'm that good of a writer but I keep writing cause its the only thing that helped me express myself without me actually saying them out loud. Everything's just easier writing it down and just expressing yourself without anyone judging and that's what i'm hoping for this site that I don't get judged for my poems i'm writing just like everyone else. I write stories, quotes, poems, and in my own journal. Writing helped me throughout life. Just hand me a pencil and paper and I will tell you everything that happens inside me. Its just my mind taking over and setting itself free without me even knowing.)

The Best Poem Of Vado Masinovic

My Secret Place...

My Secret Place..
Far, far away from here
Out into the darkness,
through the woods,
into a magical
and new world.
My world.
Quiet,
Bright
Beautiful.
My getaway....
The soft grass that brushes against my skin,
The leaves that fall from above,
softly hitting the ground.
The rivers that surround the woods,
The way the water falls down,
and crashes violently
and suddenly it becomes calm.
The birds that chirp,
its like music to my ears.
Hearing the squirrels climb up
and down the tree.
Talking to each other.
A smile begins to peek through
and then a giggle.
One drop,
two drops,
and then several coming down all together.
Slowly and softly.
Hitting against my skin.
Goosebumps begin crawling up my spine.
All the pain
worry,
sadness,
distrust,
judgment.
All washed away by a single drop.
This is my secret place…


-One day I plan to find this place I dream of.

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