So unique these days!

Mock me?
What made you suffer like that?
What made you ruin a life?
What made you **** my flight?

What made you mock me?
Pride?A sense of Justice!
C'est la vie: "I The one who wasn't better won!"
It's love, dear.
Love you would not understand.
Because, if it's love it isn't...

Little one,
You learned,
You learned and learned,
And made you parents proud!
You made your family proud.

Why would you want one frustrated?
Aren't you too kind and beautiful?
Why would you want someone unhappy?
Aren't you brilliant?
Why would you want someone myserable?
Isn't that jealousy telling a story too Old?
Why would you enjoy some one's wrong doing?
It must make a broken heart feel good.

Be
That flea to pinch you:
No, all this is not a dream.
To help you cut yourself
In the shards of my shattered mirrors
And call all this fate,
Call all this late hours of work
You'll need... to understand
That what you lost wasn't much love,
Wasn't much faith...
It was and is only terrifying!

But you MissLead and cheat,
You teach us to be little
And good for nothing ******
And if we dare to raise you
A better human then
We're told We're nothing, we are put down,
We're taught the hard lesson of being wrong
As right would be too hard, too hard to take
And if we dared and managed and helped you'd find a way to punish us...


Oh... The Kid... The kid you aren't.
Oh,... The kid kidding around you aren't!
You serious child! Why won't you just live the hell out of great trouble you couldn't take!?

Bother!
Why did you give me birth?
Why did you sent me to school...

Why the **** did you dare do anything
For yourself, for me or the world...
Why the **** did you?!

You were always all superior
In your acts of living,
That's why I preferred my ways better.

When will I
Get over myself?

That I wouldn't waste my time
wishing you were in my shoes.

Of being a stupid depressed *****,
Just because he likes you that way...
Just because she likes you that way...
Oh, the honour!

As always...
                         Only fantasy ruins it,
     And it ruins it all too hard.

Kiss of death,
                           A touch of renewed life.

More life,
                  MORE
                               life More.

If angels only muse they must be fallen,
Only a fighter can rise and rise up again...
Incessant wield of swords they can dance in the air
As your preferred
They're sweet and harmless,
Fallen Angels for you to eat
Alive...
Enjoy your cavity.

One doesn't have to take any awful blame
And they don't have to live in shame,
No shame... No, no!

I will always find a reason
To come back
And do something
I see as good or useful or (absolutely) necessary.

As it feels so just to you:
Couple me strategically.
This goes with that,
That with this
And he's a good catch! 'Have to keep him;
There's no love
But you've been educated well,
You can handle,
Maybe in time you'll end up falling in love.

Hopefully with the same man you married.
Then you will have kids,
Be it love or duty,
And you won't have to love them
Which is for the best:
No heart-break, no trouble,
Just a bit of sweet a cake
Due to strategy.

To all your poetic senses!

Flying around
               I forgot of (my own)
                                         Self-importance.

Going well.
                        That's why...

Not feeling sorry
And you: not accepted the apology
And there is me not willing to apologise
As your apology was so right
That it ended the right thing to do
And your pride so much greater
That I learned how to be just like that:
Too proud, knowing my place...

To get out of bed
And accomplish the dream
Of a miracle.

Your (great) example
If we'll still be sent to a ****
Treated with disrespect,
Prevented from living up...

... things are easy to take
                                    And some others...
                       even easier.

If we dared we would have to suffer
And if we lied, still the same.
                            So
      Let's suffer brightly, shall we?

One can't live without being a character!

Matter what we do...
              What we want to...
                                            In the end...

Then you can bomb the whole world.
                I stopped caring.

So long with my poetry,
So long with all our words,
So long with our wishes, plans and goals...
So long with the winds and the charms
And all the work we've done...

So long, with everything we ever loved.

Hate me
                       And
                                     I hate you
And everything is so ****** perfect
            That We're better off dead.

... Talking *******,
Saying nothing,
Speaking nonsense...
Or is it something else that makes things happen,
Helps people live or die...
Makes us forget or remember...
Gives us the tone for a new life

?

Will remain your burden

Is to take care of your business...

Doesn't everybody want the same thing?

The young because you're Old and ugly
And the young hate you for reasons the same.
I am ugly.

And you didn't know
It's because someone loved you.

Great times

Migthy poems

****
Product for you to keep.

What happens if you have the guts
And courage...

That I never wanted to hurt you
But I am sure I will
So I'll leave
I'll hide
'n Die

For what you want a crave and wrath
With your for-giving soul you offer
That which you wouldn't take.


Aren't we all the same...?

We aren't the same...

Our Attempts of avoiding tragedies
Lead to harming the self
But the self can take it
It's the flesh that needs more strength.

Be there
Where I belong
Where my heart belongs and craves for belonging.
There where I can be shaped
To the meet of my spiritual craving.
There, where the unbearable is sent or taken
To where it belongs.
There, where duty won't dishonour nor vex
no hurt...

I danced with all my heart
I trained
I learned
I loved
I learned
I lived
Thinking myself a human being
Dreaming myself up
Down and deep beneath
Until that day came:
A fly flew to my mouth
I tried to avoid eating it
Now I wonder:
What the fly?!

To go to a **** is too kind for me
Therefore I'm afraid I Will have to exploit other opportunities!

Dog Can't be taught new tricks.
Apparently nor can one teach news a bat.