A thought
Crossed my mind today
And was nearly
Transferred to action
As I nearly cut my arm
Wide open
To end my sad existence
Once and for all

So many reasons
I have not to care anymore
So many twists and turns
I've endured
And all this time
All this pain
Has remained enclosed within me

I have no drive
Anymore
No reason to survive
Anymore
And even more than that
I don't feel alive
Anymore
Therefore, if there is a point
To life
I'm not seeing it

Not like I used to

And my hopes are washing away
Flooding so quickly
Down the drain
And my blood falls
And leaves a stain
I become but a portrait
Left in your brain

There is nothing left of me
I have no right
No reason to breathe

And although I'm gone
I still believe
That maybe there is still
Something left of me

I'm tired of being
Treated low
I'm tired of the verbal blows
I'm tired of running away
And I'm am especially tired
of living this way

I will never wish to be dead
because , for the record ,
none of my previous wishes
ever came true

I sink deeper into the atmosphere we were responsible for,
in silence my eyelids and I fight the sunlight’s slow and crescendoing intrusion,
wondering if she is still asleep
or if she realized by now that every time she makes the slightest fidget
away from the center of the bed
I bite her

right where her lower abs meet her hip flexor
on the outside
I wanted to have her learn I am consistent.
she didn’t have to give consent,
degenerates like me don’t care

if I want the cake and proceed to eat it before day break
then so be it.
Nuzzling now
her lips press their frozen presence into the space under my jaw
and a warm gust of her pushes my sideburns up

my chest jumps
lumps in my veins snowball and create
the feel of cherry bombs popping
at every nerve ending I had forgotten

it rings me.
how could I let her trick me into jostling my babe awake?
and all before the alarm.
I grow the wings of a vicious pelican, expanding my span
using my featherish lips to attack her out of cryostasis
she curls up, afraid of more laughter and pushes her tongue through the gap she made
between her bottom and top rows of teeth.
she glows better than the bringer of days
the sun must find me insane.

मानसि खिखौ मुगैनायबादि रांखोखौ बुगालिया मुगैथारो।
जाहोना जाबाय रांखोनि महरा साबा,
आरो सासे नंखाय बैनानै जाग्रा दाहोनाबावसो।
बुगालिया बिउथि, जोबोद बिउथि।
भुटाननि नांदेरनायबादि गुफुर।
आखल आखुखौ बुङाब्लाबो जागोन।
गोसोथोनायाबो गैया नङा दंखायो बेहा।
सोरबा माहाजोननि फिसाफोरबो जानो हागौ।
नाथाय गोजाननिफ्रायनो रांखोखौ नुब्ला नायनो हाया बुगालिया।
थेवबो सान्नांगौआ बेसो जाबाय-
सानसेखालि बुगालिया रावबो गैयै समाव (हरनि सममोन) रांखोखौ बुंबाय-
" आदा आं जोबोद गिदोँ!
दामानि आर्मिफोर फैगासिनोथार।
आं दिनै नोँजोँसो उन्दुगोन।"
उन्दुमारदोँबो नंखाय नङा दर फांथेलायनानै।

Jeg er dårlig til at være vred
Jeg får ondt i maven, når jeg tænker onde tanker
Jeg kan ikke sige, hvad jeg mener, hvis min mening er ondskabsfuld
Jeg går med de vrede ord inden i mig selv
Jeg tænker dem, mener dem, overvejer og omformulerer dem
Jeg slipper dem ikke (måske tør jeg en dag)
Jeg tror det er bedst sådan
Jeg tror ikke nogen får noget ud af mine vrede ord
Jeg kan heldigvis klare at have dem i bur ind til videre
Jeg håber min omtanke holder føringen og lader dummer personer uvidne

Jeg skriver dem måske ned nu. Bare ordene, ikke mere. For ordene er vel ikke onde, før de er i kontekst og til eller om nogen.
Dumme
Uintiligente
Irriterende
Fatsvage
Taber
Et ord så slemt, at jeg ikke har det i mit ordforråd
Tarvelige
Ubetænksomme
Jeg hader dig!

******* your chucks,
Go work on a swagger,
Build your castles big,
The skies have never looked better,
Aren't you infectious?
It ***** 'cause it matters
Have you affections?
You ****** where it matters..

And i twist..and i turn...
when you're all soundly asleep...
And i twist..and i turn...
For i have...

Been waiting for a letdown the size of my hope,
Been aching for that perfect antidote,
Been shutting up my thoughts 'cause i gotta stop....

Writing you a song.