Fire of the mind.

I sit here with a fire in my mind dampened by the sight of my eyes. The realization of the utter desperation of the times.

I strain under the stress a constant pest trying to undermine me at my best.

I wish I could have a chance to rest but what if this is some final test?

I continue fighting, writing and striding towards that goal, that seems so distant.

I picture it as magnificent, a job, a stable life, with a little less strife.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I took a long break from writing this is my first poem since being back at it.

Think Before You Speak


Think before you speak
Adjust knowledge to your mind speaking in calm tone
Than answers you will find
Whether in person, whether on the phone
Discuss different qualities amongst two different people
Yet there is a drastic change
Learning that both aren't the same
Seeing that their normal, maybe just strange

Think before you speak
Don't judge before you know to end up seeing the unknown
Behind closed doors you travel opening every closed door
Every closed window
Images of your past, present and future
Ending up being amazed
Being surprised, being changed

Think before you speak
You can't predict how a person is going to be
Get to know what's on the inside and out
You'll be surprised what you see
Is an experience of a life time?
Wasted on someone who's greedy, waste time on someone who is kind
Good qualities you will find

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Before every Discussion I have with someone, I tend to think what to say. Because you don't want to say the wrong thing.. as I've experienced that at times and felt bad. Its about keeing an Open-Mind on People.

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I'm tired of getting my hopes up, and even more so of being confused. I'm tired of feeling worthless, and even more so of being used. What exactly is the purpose of being so heavily abused, that my body, mind, and soul are constantly skewed and bruised with hues of blue, and why can only so few not seem to be amused by me constantly being the one to lose against any one who wishes to fight against me? Maybe it's only myself I fight against, maybe I'm the only person to accuse for my state of loneliness and restlessness that has left me so bemused. In the end, nothing in life is really new, just the same repeating bullshit and pain that lead into the constant confusion on what the hell we should do to find some happiness and try to undo the ridiculous slew of strife and worries that life has thus far put us through. There's no hot bitches nor angels to rescue you, only lost witches and demons to pursue you and chew you and screw you until nothing is left except invisible bruises on your slowly beating heart. Whatever, fuck writing more, I'm through. You could still have hope, but fuck, what's the use? Even with all your hope, you're still going to lose, so I've thrown in my towel, and so should you, because nothing that ever happens is new. And regardless of how happy you are, I promise it will all crumble soon.

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