Things can just...happen
Like, I don't mean for it to occur,
but it just, well, turns out that way-I guess
I would never purposely do these actions,
because I neither have the effort,
nor care enough, honestly,
But these things that occur
just happen to be extremely satisfying
Little things that make me smile,
Things that make me laugh
I guess you could say that with
Satisfaction, it just kinda
*happens

Why do we inflict pain on others
Just to do it
Just to see them cry
Why do you beat mommy up and then the next day act all sorry
Why do you keep doing it
If you are really sorry you would stop
Why do you threaten me if I try to tell someone
You said it is a game
I don't like this game daddy
Why don't you take me to ball games
And take me out for ice cream
And play games like all the other dads do?
Why do you laugh when you make me cry
Why are you never there for me
Why do you do this
Daddy this has gone on for years
Years and years enough for too many tears
5 years pass and a million tears fall
Clothes in shreds
And I have no bed
Seeing stars in my eyes
While your grinning devilishly
You raise your hand
And I can't stand
You say sorry
But sorry is not enough
I've learned to be tough
And I don't buy your crap apologies anymore
This has gone on for more than a years
12 too many years
This needs to stop
I can't escape
Why can't you stop
I'm dying can't you see
daddy Stop
Your hurting me
Daddy I'm dying
Daddy God loves you
Why don't you understand that
Daddy war has harden your heart
Daddy stop
I never go anywhere
I'm always in dingy house with badly worn furniture
Daddy where's mommy
I saw the police discovered a ****** body in the dumpster
Daddy crys stop
Daddy I hate you
Go where you belong in hell

There's a fly dying in the corner of my room,
Caught in the web of a spider,
Trying to escape but never succeeding.
I watch,

I picture myself in a similar situation,
Similar corner.
But instead i am caught in the spiderweb of my thoughts,
Bringing back the thoughts of numb, empty space;
Bringing up the illness of anxiety and sadness.

I type this with my fingers skirting over the keys,
Too weak to lift them properly,
So detached from my body and myself to notice that you are here,
Behind me you watch, from afar, from close by but still
you watch.
And i turn, you watch, I stand away from my body.
Ready to leave, and run; 'free at last' i think,

But that is all lies i have been taught,
even in death you are not free, but still living under someone,
or something's rule and thought.

But you take my floating shoulder of light,
And you push me back into my living body, and make me
become
something, again.

Experience comes with time and so does expertise,
however,
the right thing when it happens at the right moment in time makes all the difference for the present moment in time.

Also otherwise, no one precisely knows when the right moment in time will get striked upon because it has always remained a matter of expertise.

So as and when,
whenever the right moment in time gets striked upon,
then it's realized that definitely this moment in time has come after a long time.

Always it's better not to give up in life because surprises remain a part of life and when surprises happen in life, then at that point in time it's realized, understood, agreed and accepted that life can be interesting, absorbing and different from the routine and normal.

Different are the ways of life
Different seems life,
however,
that's life,
since surprises continue to be a part of life and life,
life it continues along with the present moment in time.

Agreed and accepted that there is always a reason for what happens in the present,
however, there has always a reason for the things that happened in the past also,
since efforts were always made in the past,
like they are in the present.
Nothing happens on it’s own, absolutely nothing.

Yet another thing that comes across the mind is the fact that sometimes efforts made in the past prove to be of boon in the present,
but then that serves only temporarily,
however, what follows for the rest of the time is making sure that the picture gets complete with regards to what has been drawn as an outline.
Nothing happens on it’s own, absolutely nothing.

The same thing is true with regards to a change,
since when a change happens in the present with regards to how things have shaped up until now,
till this moment in time,
then the only one thing that comes to mind is somewhere,
somehow, as a person,
one is definitely, linked, connected and associated with the outside world in some way or other,
if not by direct means,
then indirectly.

Time now to tune in to the present with regards to the recent change that has taken place in the present.
Definitely life can always be demanding even when best of the efforts are made to make sure anyhow, at any cost ends are met.
Life continues with the present in mind as efforts are made to achieve the goal that is set in mind.

Wouldn’t you rather
turn the winter
into summer

and make the rain stop,
and make the sun last?

The sun will last
as long as you keep
smiling towards its light.

They are the heart givers
and the breath takers
without them I cannot live
but just like my exgirlfriend
they can't seem to find
where they left their compassion.

I cannot breathe
but that is only because it cost too much to live
understanding their desire of money
it pains me to know greed
not of my own will be the cause of my death.

That in my generosity I forgot
planting trees does not grow the greens they seek
and the carrots sprouting are ones they eat
not the ones they don't wear to the office
but dance around their family with.

Education was supposed to be their gravity
and with each ounce of knowledge
built an anchor to the moon
because instead of humanity
they've become a celestial star
whose imagination wanders
outside the orbit of those who may be suffering.

A broken hearted soul
paves the waiting room with their corpse
because while in the void
something had to go and
it wasn't the money
but a man that couldn't
afford to keep his heart going.

I walk into my room and kick the heater over to stop it from blowing hot air in my room. It's boiling in here. I kick off my pants and lay on my bed. *Why is life so hard?