There once was a guy named Marx
Who thought the bourgeosie were a bunch of old farts
He proposed a solution
Socialist revolution!
But when will it happen? Don't ask!

Russia's first ****** was Lenin
His blueprint for Russia was telling
Although his hairline receded
He finally succeded!
By stopping those Whites from rebelling

Oh what a poor sap was Engels
He built communism from its fundamentals
He helped write the book
Yet we gave him the hook
Marx, the chorus, and he, the instrumental

I KNOW WHY I DID IT…


With a tender good smile i went through and succeded…
The motives were not so good but selfish…

I became an egotist…
I became a hypocrite…
I became infested by evil thoughts…
All thee things were put randomly and i had to repuzzle them…

Nothing ever bothered me but i was bothering u…
You are lucky i didn’t hunt you but i was haunted…

I always gave my self a pat on a shoulder for it even though it’s evil but what can i say i liked it…

I found my self counting and the list was endless, everytime i thought i was done i remembered another…
A fact nobody ever succeded without panishment in evil deeds…

I know why i did it…

Trust me its not that easy…
Its not even easy to let loose nor undastand why you did it…

Its always good when you are in a comfort zone pity it doesn’t last long…

The only cure was the but couldn’t reach out…
It wasn’t difficult at all but evil thoughts were dominating…

If you wana know its simple but complicated to undastand and now i know why i did it…

That simple thing that keeps the smile and tears concurrent…
The seed of all good things in life…

The catalyst of influential good spirit that bring world together…
The great keeper of peace…
I know why I did it…

LOVE Was the main reason!

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the cicada's have begun to emerge
after seventeen long years as a dormant miner

they arise, pushing through seveteen years of dust
and compounded muclch, breaking out into a brave new world

and for seventy two hours, if they are lucky
they seek to mate, to consumate  to extend their species

some become garish decorations on truck windscreens
some become exhibits in a small boys jam jar zoo
some become waylaid and sing their cacophonial opus
on barren concrete patio's
some become Sunday dinners to peckish nestlings

some succeed gloriously, then die happy
some don't...succeed...and die wondering

but apparently seventeen years ago...
a lot succeded...
if the booming base opera being performed
is a gauge of the primeval drive of the cicada

it is summer eve in the burbs
and the living is..... noisy....

You know what i hate the most
Well not really
Its impossible to know what you hate the most
But anyway
What i hate the most is that i cant be crazy
I cant use the 'back door' as tge joker describes it
I have on countless occasions imagined myself freaking out
Storming through the house breaking things
Grabbing my mothers wallet
And leaving the house
Surviving off the streets
And my mothers credit card
I have imagined
That i would get involved in drugs and alcohol
Start hanging with the wrong crowd
Doing anything for the next dose
I have imagined immersing myself in a world of lust
Constanyly searching for ***
The newest *****
And then doin anything to enhance the experience
I have imagined myself having a mental breakdown
Becoming crazy
Doing things that can onky be excused by madness
Being given a straight jacket
Being forcefed pills
Living in a padded cell unable to **** myself
Coz even if i starve myself they will make sure i survive
I have imagined cutting myself
Living in a world of private torment
Until the pain becomes too much
Then i spend three weeks writing my suicide note
Because my emotions are so hard to peg
Coz i have spent my entire life hiding and running away from them
And so far i have succeded
And then i get the rope
Get the suit and spend three days 'gracefully defiling' it as my last piece of art
Then i burn it all because im too scared to do it
Then i restart
I have imagined that i sseek solace in violence
In crime

Stealing small things
Getting angrier and angrier
Ubtil i **** someone
Then spend my life in prison
I have imagined that i become a famous writer
Feeling empty and lonely
Fi ding the woman i love and wishing i hadnt
Because i end up killing myself and hurting her
I have imagined tgat i stop ****
Become a nobel peace prize winner
Become famous
Then die without the right woman
I have imagined that i am a gamous singer
But end up killing myself coz the fame is too much
And the attention drives me over the edge
I have imaginex that i go to sleep and not wake up
To go peacefully
Coz thats wgat i ****
Peace
I have imagined that my family throws me out and i fend for myself
I work hard
Survive by washing cars
Or working a petrol pump
I have imagined that my whole family dies
Then i choke up coz i love them so much i cqnt continue with this ******* illusion
And i  the end i cant do it all
In the end im just a ******* little boy with depression
In the end i want to cut but am so scared that i cry myself to sleep
In the end im a little boy that refuses to take medication
Because tgat is his way of defying this disease
In the end im a boy that says things like 'this is my way of defying the disease' but actually im just so scared
In the end i lie fo myself to make it better
In the end i know im lying but i still do it
In the end i still believe .it And i wish this was the end but its not
Coz ill probably die
Married to a woman i love
But never being able to do what i love
Because I care about other people so much I would give them anything for them to be happy

i play life hoping to win
could i win
i've never played before
i've never prayed before
i've never payed my dues before
could i win
if i decided to
could i win
if i wanted to
if i tried to
if i had to
could i win
if i stepped outside
said here i am come and get me
i'll take you on
one by two by three
could i fulfill my prophecy
could i check the king
and one day go home
medaled to the teeth
followed by the victory march
marching for the victory
of me

if i could define my success
could i reach it
if i could see
the potential inside of me
could i reach it
could i play life before it plays me
**** the killer
cheat the cheater
meet my maker and make him cry
could i reach the top of the pole
before i die
if i tried my hand at something new
would i know what i was looking for
would i know what i needed
would i know who to call
would i know if i had succeded
would i know anything at all
would i know my limits
would i know where the boundaries end
would i know its highest honor
but if i did
could i reach it
could i touch it
would i be able to see it
with my own two eyes
would i be able to hear it
calling out my name
calling me to rise
could i reach my dreams
if they were impossible
falling apart at the seams
and far too heavy in whim
but someday catch them
and one day win

This is not the face of greatness
I don't write symphonies like Bethoven
I don't write tragedies like Shakespeare
I don't write horrors like Edgar Allan Poe
Yet they still find the time to say I'm great
That my poems move them
That they love my art work
The only thing I am is...ok
Greatness is achieved by success
I have never succeded in anything
Ever in my life
I'm not the master of metaphors
I'm not the emporer of similes
I'm not the lord of personifications
I'm simply a kid
Trying to express himself through
The addicting lines of poetry
Written to perfection due to the high
They say I'm great
Well I'm not
Simple as that
I'm just good
Maybe one day I will be great
But today I am not

Those beautiful eyes that stares at me
Those wonderful arms that would love to hold me
That gorgeous smile that makes my day complete
And that sweet voice of yours that no on else could beat

That personality you have that makes me believe in you
Those lines that makes me giggle, and can only be done by few
Those arguements we have that makes this relationship complete
And those times we almost gave up but chose to compete

Those words that you gave me when I couldn't hold on
That aspiring effort you make, when you've done something wrong
Those tears in your eyes, that tells me you love me
And those sacrifices we made to prove we're meant to be

Those pointless talks we have off and over the phone
That comfort that you give me when I am all alone
Those serious moments when we talk about our lives
And those crazy moments when we're just having fun

The determination we have to keep this relationship going
The fear we have in our hearts on lossing everything
Those doubtful moments that made our minds blow up
And the jealousy that made our worlds go downside up

Those people who tried to break us up and never succeded
Those lies we've been told and sometimes believed it
Those people who've been supporting us all the way through
And those inspirational quotes they gave us that helped us too

That selfishness I have in me when it comes to you
That naughty smile you have when i say the words "I Love You"
Those hard times I thought we'd never pass through
And all the challenges that made us learn so we can start a new

Your aciding words ignited
the fire inside me..

JEALOUSLY

you tried to wash
down my flames..

EVEN THOUGH YOU SUCCEDED

still i'm the smoke rising up
and you are the ash ,still beneath me..

Lost again i walk through the wild..
World goes bizarre through my thoughts..
Cuz its so loud in the head..
But u can’t hear me until i let you..
Borrowed the thought which is still due…
Now when i see it again..
It stares back at me in pain..
The throwback to the memories is taking a toll on me..
Drowning in the sea of blur visions is me..

I stand on the edge of the thorn which wants to leave me..
And to bear that pain i agree..
Cuz that’s how it is..
The minutest part of my body is ceased..
The goodbyes were the only thought that met me..
And took away a part of me..
The louder is the silence now..
I’ve succeded to hang on to the edge of words somehow..
The words are a mere illusion..
Now i see them with perfection…
The world look at me in sheer disdain..
Walking through all this lost again..!!

In my final moments as I lay on my death bed
When the eyes were on the verge of closing forever...
And the soul knew it was going to get captured now
Amidst all the memories and regrets running through my mind...
...All I could think about was you
Your serene face kept flashing before my eyes..
...i could never forget those angel like eyes
Your sweet voice kept ringing in my mind..it was so relaxing and motivating
Your fragrance I could now fondly recall..it was somewhat ethereal
Every single moment I spent with you...It was all flashing before my eyes
Your words I could never forget them..
You had said ...try to be the best version of yourself no matter what
I tried my best to follow your advice
I don't know if I ever succeded
...but believe me I tried
You left me too soon
I missed you so much
Everyday without you felt like a punishment
Nothing seemed to make sense anymore
Life for me had lost its meaning
Without you my heart felt like a graveyard...
...it felt like an old abandoned and desolate house
But finally I'll join you now
I've waited for this moment for so long
I've longed for our souls to meet
I've prayed so much for us to be together someday
We couldn't be together in this lifetime
But now finally death will unite us...

Where do I go when I'm done I can't go home it's not an option

where do I go when I have completed my goals if I make and am successful where do I go?!?

What do I do i have only planned so far and the rest terrifies me

The emptiness and what if I don't succed

what if I fail how to show my face to my family

expecations so high of me because I'm the only one left not married or pregnant

what do I do where do I go

how will I live with the stress and pressure there already cracks in my walls

The doubt and guilt the horror if I do not succed

And what will happen if I do?

Who can I trust in my confusing family

If i succeed I will be disliked because I did

I went further then they did

Succeded where they failed and

and if I don't the joy that I failed that I am not better than them

The pity that I did not make it

What do I do?!

Where will I go

One can only feel love
To the exact extent they
Have succeeded in loving themselves.
Not because others will not love us more
Than we love ourselves,
But because we will only
Precieve love to the exact extent,
We have succeded in loving ourselves.

I've known you my whole life,
only one photograph I have of you.
An army photo that hangs in a picture frame collecting dust.
My childhood had more pain than love, I cried more than I smiled.
I developed anxiety and self-harm before I knew what they were,
the kids at school didn't know how sad I was or
how I felt when school was over
because I knew I had to go home.
Everyone hates you except the garbage you respect more than family.
I often wish I had a different father
a father who I would one day cry for when he passed
but I know I'd at least probably shed one tear, who knows.
Someone who showed affection or at least knew how too.
I want to blame you for the way I am,
for the way you didn't teach me about boys
and the harm they can cause
for letting my mother be my father
when you were sitting right there
for believing yourself to have succeded in fatherhood
when you failed
and for the the people I've hurt,
but
should I blame you?
I'm confused on whether to like you or love you,
your my parent
im 50% of you,
a part of you is me.
I've tried for 21 years and I'll probably try until I'm old and gray.
Your mother often spoke worse of you,
my mother and your ex-wife did too
It's probably why you spoke worse of me
without knowing it
without knowing me and how sad I am
I wish I didn't know you
I wish I was a girl whose father's past
didn't complete my lonely future
maybe I could understand you
maybe I could like you,
maybe I could love you.

home life is like an abusive relationship
some days hold soft sunsets and gentle words
exchanges that make you believe it's alright
watching ****** expressions as you eat dinner
whispered good nights
some are rougher, leaving tears leaking in secret
whine and dreams of days before
hope pulling at heartstrings tell you not to forget the better
some days make you wish you succeded all those years ago when depression was your only personality trait
with dark nights only shifting the hue of the stark black
exchanges deepen the already pounding wound
I wish I left back then almost as much as I do now
a few months and ill be free for a while
college will be my forbidden lover, whisking me away from the jury

but this house will never be a home to me