'Revolve'

I truly hope that this is my first and last poem in 2015

 that may conjure up depression in your soft, fragile minds.

I don't have to do anything wrong to stay away,

I don't have to be bad anymore to lose my mates,

I don't need to look back into the past,

To know that the future is coming too fast.

No need to be jolly no need for a mourn,

We all die alone just the way we were born,

No time to be generous on feelings for a fool,

For someone like me, who is always see-through.

Trains coming and leaving, trains passing us by,

They are hurrying up leaving cold smell of night,

But we, soulless people, just running in front,

Naively hoping one of them will take us home.

We think that something else will make us something better,

And we will be special and we will matter,

Crossing the fingers for luck of eventuality,

Parting apart due to repulsion of personalities,

We’re making mistakes and we taste to regret it,

But conclusion is one; we spin the time in forgetting.

We are trying to fix it with a feeling of need,

But the opposite forces make us seal up the lid,

Intimidated by the solitariness inside,

We’re seeking for sanity or at least for the sign,

Defending ourselves by pushing others out of eyes,

We are stating we're good and you too have to be nice!

But there's nothing else but old trodden lines,

No need to divide what is your and what's mine.

Don’t look for a chance in the chain of an ice

Do not listen to those who are knocking the chimes,

Don’t tell anyone what we're seeing sometimes,

Especially when we are becoming ‘I'm’.

Dear ancestors! Dear mothers and fathers! Fuck you all! Cheers!

Dear ancestors! Dear mothers and fathers! Fuck you all! Cheers!

Who fucking hell gave you the right to advise and judge us? (And by the way dear readers, don't think that this is a manifestation of my hidden childhood insults or anger, I write it all in a very ironic and a bit rebellious mood)

So, mums and dads, who gave you this shitty right, to give us, completely (judging by the experience) different generation, advice? How dare you give us advice when you're not okay? You are not diligent standard of living, and your bitter experience is not an example and instruction for others, it archives of your stupidity! Just in the majority of yours, you would like to realize your unfulfilled dreams and goals using such a little life, that you feel is your personal property and think that have rights to dispose this life as you please, as your children!!! Who told you that you know better? (Who actually decides what is right and what is not (besides us)) Your parents?Tit for tat, ha? Or how? Or do you think if you HAVE TO support us for a while, and share with us everything that you have then you have right to make decisions for us and tell us what to do? Don't forget that no one asked you and didn't force to give us birth! You call it - the responsibility, that we don't understand or don't admit, but you never hear when we tell you - this is not a manifestation of responsibility is just some silly antics! Do you think we say so only for the sake of dispute? For the sake of disagreeing? For the sake of sake? Oh yes, your precious responsibility for your creations! Yours (as many are fond of saying), unselfish, unconditional love! unconditional love? But remind from 18 years (or sooner) about how much you give to us? how it hard contain us! how many good things you do for us! How strongly deny yourself the pleasures of life for us! This is not a manifestation of conditionality? Maybe you just like to to pretend the victims, because thanks that you always have an excuse of all your failures? Your unconditional love as well as maternal instinct (which actually doesn't exist) just your stinky excuse.

How can we talk to you  if all of what you hear you say "from whom you picked up this?" or "your speech - is lost upbringing" you cannot even imagine that our words can be OUR thoughts, indeed. At the same time you (and we too btw),want to be perceived as you are. fucking ridiculous. Believe me, in this our generations the same. But only in this. 

Our generation finds drugs as a cure of this horrible form of life, from this way of life that you and your ancestors formed so many years. 

Our generation prefers anorexia as a standard of beauty, our generation have to to fuck in the stinking toilets just because we have nowhere else. 

Our generation prefers to sleep outdoors in own vomit than go back to you. Yes, our generation doesn't speak, our generation tweets. Our generation is a backlash to all your aspirations, desires, and attempts. 

Our generation is your mirror. 

Our generation is created to destroy and crush all that you have built for so long. You've reached all the best, and what's next? You have reached the maximum, you take away everything, you have lived all! and made up decorated, finished life-script for us. But you have missed and always miss one thing, the fact that we want to live in our own way. You have done everything. You didn't saved for us nor place nor imagination nor even money. Only chronic disease, robots (formerly of whom, wrote only in the books), and rotting planet filled with genetically modified food.

so what do you want from us?

Earth - the planet of losers.

But well, I'd like to give you my advice.

Go on!

Just continue to love creatures of your hands,

by your unselfish love.