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NOLWAZI JOUBERT Sep 2015
She spends most of her days in doldrums,
always segregated from the whole crowd.
Everyone uses her acts and games against her.

It seemed like a game and they liked it.
But now it is toture,
she is being bullied
she fears coming to school,
she fails to catch some sleep at now,
their words keep ringing in her ears at night.

Today in the morning it was her shoe lace,
after assisting them
the only thanks they give is by making her feel misrable.
Now this afternoon she is crying,
and it all seems like a joke to them.

"Nomathemba help me with Accounting !"
they call out everyday.
After her help they become ironic,
"she is a distinction student".
They make her feel belittled.

"Dont worry you will be Accountant one day...
Because Accountants are greedy too"
i am not willing to support them,
their games are surely bad.

She fails to laugh,
nor smile,
her heart filled with pain.
She is a victim of emotional abuse,
and am the only one who seems to care.
What happened to the unity amongst us?
i had hoped that they would forgive me

but now my wrist poor out my hearts convictions

and under these sad condisions
i think that they would let me die alone

but thats what i get for thinking because
there hate has grown

please let me go on alone

let me sing this sad song
let go my chains so i can go wrong

please let me be misrable in my own cloud of hate
let me decide my own fate

dont make me heal
now i can feel
let me go home

ill bleed from the bone
ill die alone
ill bleed the deepest crimson
only then will my soul be let go from this prison

ill let all my tears flow
because then you will know

that soon this pain will brake me
and that your god has allready thought to forsake me

and when you wake tomarrow
YOUR TEARS WILL BURN WITH SARROW

because you will know that even though you stand here next to me
i am not there
i dont kare

you will come to my grave
you will think your self so brave

REMEMBER
i dont kare
because im not there
I DIED ALONE

this is the last time im going to say it
Vladimir s Krebs Nov 2015
i feel like every breath i take when i am angry fill with smoke that takes my soul away.
every mistake i have made brings me and you closer. i want answer's that will tell me the truth.  why do i have a demonic life with smoke that fills my lungs! how angry do you have to make me till i lose control and go on a rampage. how long before i can get my own soul back.i am a demonic being that will take a life and rote it to death. i stand alone with anger that spits all your ******* lies out. im going to lose control and show this world what life with out a soul will be like when all you breath smoke in your lungs that destroy you life roting your mind away wiht only

ANGER
HATRED
DISPISE

smoke filling my lungs with only anger and *******.
i dont stand along with the crowd i stand alone away from societys ***** triks.

my demonic life has nothing but darkness that writes my life storie of what its like to be in hell.



smoke fills my lungs cause thats whats going to happen when you trade your soul for what ever greed needs

so trace my foot steps ill dissapear like the sun dose every day.

smoke fills my lungs cause i'm just a broken soul that has no where to go exept rain hell onto those whoe made my life misrable enstead
like is so pissy with every one so sufficating when yo have to work on a project for school
DC raw love Dec 2014
this world is out of control
everyones looking for sympathy

with the governments
trying to control

everyone tring to make money
from tragedies and lost souls

the news reports it
so they can find their next job

why do people continue
to feel sorry for themselves

do they not have a life to live
or do they live a misrable life

why doesn't anyone have hope
hope for another life

a life  with love
a life with joy
a life of happiness
raw love
www.global impac
karin naude Sep 2017
I hate my life
The lack of meaningful relationships
The lack of connection to people
The lack of fulfillment
I live in pretence
Only way to make it through
I live alone
I eat alone
I sleep alone
I wake alone
I walk alone
I worry alone
I am tired of this emptiness
I hate my life
Oh how i have tried and tested
Gambled and broke
Left misrable heartbroken
Why this winter rose lives
I can't fathom
I fear death
I fear suicide
I fear cutting
But need release
I hate my life
Do you not want a happy ending because it's predictable? Or is your life too misrable? Does everybody else need to feel your intangible? Despair or are you indelible?
Just a thought
Sing me the songs of victory
O Bird of triumphant glory
Though it is night of night
But voices of assurance in the air
Burying workers of iniquity
With the rising sun of glory
In graves of  misrable miseries!
karin naude Oct 2017
Once i lived in darkness
Misrable and alone
Surviving on any possible contact
Blending into other families
As the missing puzzle piece
Never finding home
Suddenly you dropped in my life
I resisted
Fear of olden days creepin
Never realised old wounds still festering
You gracefully with love and tenderness
Skillfully filled and continue to fill
My hidden cracks and spaces
Me becoming whole
My greatest gift
Thank you
your god is so *******
the night is here
and the dogs
and the dugouts
too... and measures
of 12h night hour shifts
and ******* chillies
via Tokyo-Delhi
like the case isn't
for London-New-York...
a dichotomy..
not a duality...
   very different from the
worth of spirit
mind and zeitgeist
god
and time differences
objective armour
with that subjective-solipsism
intact
to be intact by
the only summary of:
induated: =ness...

              there is a horror:
and hero...
this stable of wet lick fibre...
like the crown
is not mine
not so unusual so perfect
but born from only one ******
and not born of two virgins
how much you suffered
to have said
this very first truth
and it was taking you 2000 years
of the drip drip of water
from mountain to river
from the faucet to the rats king
and

wine becomes butter and oat
protests...
and i asked a simple question
and i didn't hear a simple answer
and the crisis of masculinity
didn't arrive with the Advent of the ****** Joseph
and you my Hiroshima and Karashami
i will give you the ordeal
of the search of man
for the perfection in the Male
and Lowest of the Low in Female...
and it was achieved:
now let us look
in the directrion of the lowest in man
that man on the Crucifix...
let his ordeal not be celebrated...
let us overtly-exagerrate...
the crucifix
and the universal born...
let us not succumb to these second
hand hallucinations:
let us crisp and sweet up on
our psychadelics...
ego-triggers...
i want you to find the ego-triggers central
control board...
i want you
to find
the ego-tgriggers central control boards...
i want Christianity
seeking: ****** Joseph...
otherwise with
only 1 ******...
there must be a Christianity 2.0
and an Islam 2.0
and God knows we are already
misrable for this
but if we are dasistic creatures
sadistic.. oh hell:
o.k.
    so the son of god
but born a *******
of a marriage
so weird
it had to become perfect:
one ******...
not two virgins...
so god was a satan
not even half ******?!

who were and the people
and that was all
that was
expected...
in that:
the reversion
of revision
the prying mantiis
the chimpanzee
heidegger
thought
and the hammer
to *****
dynamic
but the question
so old
the ****** mary
so the inherent
corruptible nature of man
there could never
exist.... ****** males?!
****** females are
a complacent "redemption"...
while virgins
and them as males
is a lost civilization...
Chinese European...
****** African is prosesco...!!!

team tombstones:
i say:
for the ****** Mary of Rome
where are the cathedrals
of the Joseph Virginiiuuseess
somewhat
Josephi Josephinus
Josephus Ackqualius
Welsh not Joyce
too much ugly Irish...
  
not a heroic
a half baked
a Jew
a ****** too..
a Jew-******
after all..
****** is a Balaam:
and Jesus too
and the Jews
just want so much thrills
before they are told
blind
and that is my wife
and i'm sort of cursing
the concern
people have like the Jews
ignored
the malady
while i truly asked:
so the ****** Mary
not not Holocauast Joe...
i ask...
a simple question
since so many people subscribe to
all the crow and ditto.

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