You can enjoy it,
love it, hate it,
or use it as a weapon.

Wield it like a sword,
use it to enslave,
brainwash and submit.

A perfect drug,
All shiny and new,
Makes you dream,
A dream of “progress”.

A perfect tool,
To win the battle,
Without a fight.

Weilded by the west,
As a first strike weapon,
Cuts the path for their dominance,
Through lives of innocent people.

Dedicated to all the people living in Latin America, Africa and other colonies of the west… in hope someday your freedom will taste sweeter than the exploiter’s candy.

A sad moment,
As “beautiful” as it gets,
In between the noise of cars,
A small enchanting cry,
Of an imprisoned bird.

I feel the pain of women,
The women who hurt me.

The women who used me,
Traumatised and molested me,
The woman who raped me.
All the women in my life,
Who gave me misery and anger.

I feel their pain now,
See the place they came from.

I see their bruises,
Which tell a story,
Of pain and suffering.
Their screams suppressed,
Their life oppressed,
By men without a soul.

Like a wounded animal,
With no escape route,
They seized the chance,
And took a part of me,
Colateral victim,
Of gender wars.

I whish a better place for them,
A place without suffering.
No suppression, no oppression,
No soulless beings,
No wars, no victims,
No wounded animals.

I whish they find a place of love,
Where their screams will stop,
Wounds will heal,
And peace will come.

A phrase so easy to say,
So difficult to live.
Being one of it is hard,
Being both is hell.

We never asked to be damaged.
We didn’t look for people,
Who would damage us,
Without our consent.

We never asked to be “men”.
Rapist in your eyes,
A cash machine in another’s,
Just for being male.

Yet we live with both curses,
Through every moment lived,
Through every tear we shed,
Silently bleeding inside.

We are human beings,
Damaged as much as you are,
Sharing the same fate,
In a compassionless hell.

Life is melting,
Everything disappears,
Finally peace.

One of those dreams
Which are better,
When they become reality.

Is this the end?

Is my soul finally decaying?

My heart disconnected,
Nothing gives me joy,
No tears give me relief,
As I started to hate,
The only person I have ever loved.

It feels like the end.
A bottomless one,
Everlasting lonelyness,
Filled with emptyness.

I’ve let you crush me,
With your weakness,
As my mother taught me.

Delete myself,
Submit to weak,
To get their love,
Or live with guilt.

As I’m falling into the abyss,
I detest myself,
The silent boy,
Always silenced,
Hurting myself,
With the unspoken.

They say,
you need to touch the bottom,
if you want to bounce back.

But what if,
there is no bottom…
you just keep falling.

Will you reach the other side?
Is there the other side?

Or you just keep falling,
forever,
into the abbyss filled with lonelyness.

A horror so deep
you can’t imagine it,
unless you lived it.

Endless falling,
until hopefully,
you are no more,
forgotten by life,
finally in peace.