angry men, get more done, but angry men die very young



you see my dad was always getting angry, nobody knows why he did

you see he was waiting for the perfect time to stop treating me like a kid

you see dad was angry at me because i didn’t clean my computer table

and he also was angry at me for converting to the cindrella cleaning system

you see angry men get things done, but they also die very young, dad was young, at age 75

i miss his helpful side, by helping me understand the computer

like art colony, writers cafe, and hello poetry and FACEBOOK, man

you see i hated dads frown, you see angry people die very young

i am not one of those angry people, that is why i am frustrated

because people are trying to push my nice side up to space

and my evil side i want to get rid of, cause, i am not shy to look *******

but i am a complete normie, only nerds are angry, very angry nerds

they will die very young, very very young

i hated my dads angriness, cause he hyped me up

i knew dad would die first, because he show his happy side like me

i am not living in the past for anyone

dad was angry, he helped me with the computer, i say thanks to the paranormal dad

but i still thought that dad was a cranky man

hail to the yobbos the yobbos the yobbos

hail to the yobbos and the old cranky dad

i know dad isn’t teasing, but he is an old cranky dad

i am the happiest dude in canberra, happier than anyone

i help the poor, i help the poor

an old cranky dad sits there up on cloud 9 wanting

pat has powers to take old hags out of people

old hags who are trying to be cool kids

ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD

ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD

ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD

i am a cool young dude, i have a lot of fun

Let's agree to disagree ,
With  the thoughts in my head ,
About  you not me .

You lie to decieve ,
You eat to get relief ,
And yet you still haven't  paid me back my money,
You ******* thief .

You say you love me for who I am ,
But yet you have no time to be  with me mam.

The fabric of my life is a tapestry
Woven together with tragedy

There are black threads of loneliness
Blue threads of sadness
Red threads of the angriness
Yellow threads for my minds sickness
Orange threads for craziness
Purple for my madness
Gray threads for deeds of heartlessness
Pink threads for those rare moments of tenderness
Of course there is clear, see through thread for the emptiness

Now look really close, fine little silver threads can be found of happiness
As well as shiny bright golden threads of hopfulness
It's what holds it all togeather
So no matter what storm I must weather
My beautifully tragic tapestry will be wrapped tight around me
The picture in the end will be so wonderfully sad and beautiful, it will make your eye's tear just to see

Your mind will have trouble comprehending how something so sad and tragic
Can create something so darkly beautiful, it seems like magic
It's because I've lived in the dark so long
I've learned to see beauty were it seems to not belong
Out of place and wrong

But in the darkness the silver and gold threads shine so bright
You would of never even seen them in the light

Ber  and Dim sum festivals
  for  your  nail's angriness.



Peacock  and    woman  head  
  were  covered  by
Indian  flowers  in   a
digital  painting screen.


Two    dry  cells  of  Japan
  are  powerless.




The  Chinese   made
  unrepairable    earphone
  was  once  damaged
  then  repaired
Second  time   it
became   damaged.

Again  repaired.

She says I have a ness
about me,
a sadness,
an angriness,
a hatefulness,
a loch ness.

I haven't washed my hoodie
in a week, the toothpaste splatter
on my shoulder
looks like come,
maybe it's laziness.

North African English teachers
Are so rare in Peru;
However, I was sent right there
By the Erasmus - EU.


My adventures didn't even start
When I felt strong unease;
As if I was followed by some,
Some dark and unseen breeze.


My first day was ruined by a bite
Happened in the toilet;
I saw a shade in the mirror,
Then, some tooth and eyelet.


                    ---


On my first day I got injured
That was badly enough;
However, the first day kept me
A night just alike tough.


Knock-knock-knock I heard on my door,
The darkness was shallow;
Knock-knock without answer,
My guest was Diablo.


I'd been never superstitious,
Though, I believed in Jinns;
Just as I was a believer
Of many other things.


                    ---


Knock-knock-knock - for a hundred times,
As if my head was' door;
My fear' fulfilled with angriness,
I faced the corridor.


I got the door slowly ajar,
A black claw might me seize;
I snapped its hand and bring Quran,
"It's time to Exorcise!"


The demon tore the door crying,
Of Quranic verses;
The North African welcoming
Has no demon versus.

I’m not a shadow of my former self, no

I’ve turned into my own shadow,

Never free to go,

Switched places with the one stalking me

It’s been so long, forgot how to be free

I represent the lack of sunlight, 

So close but yet so far

I completely disappeared from the radar



People step on me, not realizing

It’s okay though, not really surprising

It doesn’t even hurt anymore

Because I’ve been down on the floor

For so long, trying to remember

Where I came from

The winter season is the worst, no sun

Which means for a second, I’m completely gone

Not even a trace, not even a glance

Scream for help now, it’s your last chance

I’m being swallowed up whole

Merging with other shadows

As my mind goes for a stroll



Please help me back up friend,

I wish to have colour again

Colour in my brain

Not just solid black or grey

That’s pretty much all I have to say

My only dream in life is to live

My mind I won’t forgive

For what it did to me

So desperate, set me free

I want to switch back, I belong up there

Not you, 
I don’t deserve to be in despair



I want to have a peek,
Keep getting close

But you’re always in the way

From your head to your toes

Blocking out the heat,

Blocking out the rays

Been down here a thousand days

I’m no longer physical

I’m being hypocritical

You should do this, seek assistance

Only to lengthen your existence

But here I am, sinking in quicksand

It’s really not going as planned



In my mind the shadow keeps growing

While I keep shrinking

I’m getting to the point where I stop thinking

About ever seeing light, ever being free

I know very well that I’m ill

But I’ll get through, I will

Surrounded by the vast nothingness

Angriness wins it from happiness

Evil beats good

Beating this thing? I thought I would



Please help me back up friend,
I wish to have colour again

Colour in my brain

Not just solid black or grey

That’s pretty much all I have to say

My only dream in life is to live

My mind I won’t forgive

For what it did to me

So desperate, set me free

I want to switch back, I belong up there

Not you, 
I don’t deserve to be in despair



I dodge the light, as if on purpose

But I can’t help it, feeling worthless

I was made to be invisible

The darkness makes me miserable

Need to break loose of this walking corpse

Trying to do so through these works


The shadow holds me by the throat

Writing these words, and I quote

“I won’t end you, just leave you breathless.”

Nothing good in there, not a message

It’s only the harsh truth, depression is drowning

In your own thoughts, your mind is shouting

In your ear, just make it stop

Pull the trigger and then I drop

Deafening silence, finally

And I lay there silently, 

Lifeless

Now I’m free from this crisis

That occupied my head,

The only solution I figured out,

Now I’m dead.

a cold night
with hundreds of stars
there we were
trying to count the stars
trying to find what's inside
trying to understand
what is this feeling in our heart.

the acoustic guitar that you always play
the sound of the piano that lingers in my heart
the warmth of our hugs
the memories in our heart
we were clueless
we were dumb
but the love felt so real
felt so calm.

we were too young
too innocent
and too serious until everything messed up
the glass in our hand shattered
it dropped hard to the ground
it left us with scars in our hand
the story that we made didn't end with happiness
neither it ended with angriness
but it ended with laughter
because we were just a child
just a kid trying to find what is love.