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he could not afford to live

he is sick and he would deny

he is in pain and he would smile

everything is fine, it's all a lie

he travelled the distance to seek remedy

and the remedy is out of hand

he would go home with the same troubles

would thank God for another day of miracle

he was left to die

he was left without a name; a family

no one to be with him in his remaining days

he could not cry because the tears were too painful

he could not talk because he has to breathe

the world was apathetic

and he couldn't take his self-pity

he could only wish to be some place else as death

than stay and be mocked at until his last breath

he could wish for one more day

he would confess all his faults

he would wallow of the past and cry

and blood would come out of his mouth

remains of the wrecking body

he could not take it any longer and scream and curse

not to undeserving

it has always been innate to me that i question a lot everything and anything around me especially when it's not cool to look at. i complain pretty much almost for all the mishaps. perhaps, i'm being too annoyed or trying to be annoying. and to pinpoint exactly what i'm trying to say here, let me welcome you to the world of the undeserving and to the people living in it.

a grand prize for a not-so-talented barbie like super stereotyped singing sensation they call pop stars. a scholarship to those not really genius-type of students when they only do is ruin their school life. a diploma to those who don't bother about a single school project. a good night sleep after bullying the poor kids in town.

i'm not trying to be bitter here for some kind of undeserved praise or notice. but this is a grave phenomenon in this ever revolving world. if the world turns round and round maybe like a roller coaster then why so, there are a few undeserving wanna-be's who always get what they want without applaudingly good sense of intelligence or talent maybe.

let this be a call for the awakening of those lazyheads or irresponsible or just plain trying not to work people who don't care about nothing. to the offices of this bureaucratic insufficient morons who can't serve fellowmen. to the ever dependable selfish millionaire interns. to the high society hopefuls who dream to be noticed. earn your spot. earn the respect. not every single act of virtue from another person could be imposed in a way. take your share to whatever is happening around you. because you are not alone. you may be bleeding while still many others are slowly dying.

stupid-est

If there would have been the worst of all stupid people, that would have been someone called stupid-est and i almost went like one, unfortunately. i hate it when people belittle my capabilities, so to say, underestimate, let's say my level of understanding, mocking my very ideals, the foundation of how i live my life with the purest of my beliefs and principles. i'd take it one of those rare moments that i looked too dumb for show, hilarious shall i say with all the language barriers. for a second, i could barely speak my mind because i can't speak some sort of alien talk. whatever could have been the topic of "their" conversation, whether it has something to do with me or just about some sort of crap, i don't give much of a credit to it, but hell, i was there, and i couldn't even get to say a word. speaking, one of those few things i wanted to do in the whole world, expressing myself out of the freshest ideas or historical queries. i know you don't get me for now. but i say, i hate it when i'm taken out of place. getting lost in the idea of the spotless mind. damn. trash talk. why can't we just talk one language, anyone?

this shattered hope

Bang!

A gunshot

Gush of blood from ten meters away

A friend has been hit

He did not look back

He ran faster

A great escape from a would-be ending

Heart pounding like drumroll

Rhythm too much audible it hurts

Could hardly breathe

Could hardly move

He may be next

For the first time in his entire life

He is scared

Faces of lifeless innocents

An everyday appetizer

Death

His source of life

He is a gunman

A notoriuos outlaw

He is a killer

Feared by lovers of life

Finally

A total defeaning silence

Sigh of relief

He is safe now

He remembers the first day he remembers

Empty stomach

Empty handed

Running past through speedy cars

Chasing life with the monsters of the streets

Begging to feed his hunger for existence

Curse the day he was born

A mindless victim of poverty

Undeserving heir of a wretched spirit

Gambling for deception over reality

He seeks for comfort

A little less help to unload his burdens

A lot came by

Offered to lift his load

All those misleading words

Broken promises for riches

From that day onwards

He trusts no one but himself

He ogten times argue with himself

To die in principle

Or live unjust

And he chose to live

Thus came out a ruthless slave of evil

He made no soft spot in his heart

He bathe himself in pure anger

Incapable of feeling guilt nor pity

The more he fought against the wicked forces

That stole his chance for change

The more he became one of them

Three minutes passed

He wakes up from a deep sleep

A horrible nightmare

He opens his eyes from a point of deception

He cleans his thoughts

He suddenly lost an air of survival

Inevitable death is right in front of him

A ruthless officer points a gun in his head

Flashes of unkowing victims came

Right there and then

The shining light of hope disappears

He looks up at the stars

Dark clouds cover the right light

The officer fires the gun

In a matter of seconds

He sees the hungle of death

He drifts into a state never to awake

He dies

He dies