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The storm has settled after a long summer.

The skies are clear, but the damage has been done.

I am charred, left abandoned in the ashes.

The humiliation during the wildfire led to my death.

The world I knew and loved disowned me.

But a baby bird had risen out of the ashes.

Despite its weak body, the newborn helped me onto my feet.

It led me away to start anew in a foreign world.

After all that had happened that led to this fire,

I know now that my old name is nothing but a memory

Left to be scorned by bloodthirsty eels.

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

They can deceive the world all they like, but karma has its ways.

They will always be overshadowed by a much more unified flock.

But for now, I walk alone with no one but the baby bird perched on my shoulder.

I see a bit of my old life in it, but it possesses the need to change;

A quality that the world I left behind is too blind to see.

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

By the time the bloodthirsty eels see me again, it will already be too late.

Their lack of intelligence is what I have to thank for getting me to where

I am needed most the whole time I have slaved away.

Too bad that they'll never know that I am not the poor unfortunate soul that I used to be.

The winter has arrived and the joys of Christmas Day have given the baby bird strength

To regain the fire that I have long-admired since I was no less than eight years of age.

The new year is around the corner and it is more than ready to spread its wings and fly

Like it did four years ago. It amazes me to see how kids grow up so fast.

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

It is no longer our battle anyway for our destiny lies far away from this mom-and-pop.

            Who you grew up to be!

As I sit here and think of you on the day that you was born

All I can do is cry because my heart she is so damn torn

I made a mess of us and know that your absence is my reality

And even thou we do not speak im happy with who you grew up to be

When you were just a boy I protected you and never did think twice

Never have I ever thought I would hurt you at such a heavy price

I made such a big mistake when I hurt you at such a high degree

In spite of my poor judgment I love who you grew up to be

All I can do now is pray the pain ive caused can be stricken

With the hopes that you’ll forgive me so our love can be rewritten

I want you back into my life for the hole insides as big as the sea

But no matter what I’ll always be proud of who you grew up to be!!!

I Struggle to Understand

A mistaken event, but possibly the truth;

Which suspends the future in the unknown.

The transpiration results in alteration,

Of the one known path to be followed.

One cannot take back the so-called sins.

But remorse is not easily found in the heart, nor the soul.

Not even the mind can comprehend,

What lay in store for the confused.

A faithful night the words formed,

To possibly bring some solace, some freedom.

Yet there seems to be a pit of darkness,

That there seems to be no escape.

It is not to say that life is dangerous,

But to remark that mistakes are made.

For the person who decides fate

Is the one least likely to know.

What can be conveyed by physical means

Cannot be enough to spare life plans.

Previous visions dashed on a simple event,

One which causes the previous confusion.

What is regret and what is hate?

What is the thing so sought after?

An unspoiled poise so nearly attained

That shatters like so?

I do not speak mysteriously for a purpose,

Other than to maybe free myself.

But I know this must be lived with,

Regardless of my hopeful fears.

I cannot fathom what is beyond,

That is beyond the present.

I only see what lay ahead,

A road now rocky with misperception.

You will grow but only you will know for how long.

Friends will come but many will go.

Family will stay but some will leave you too.

Relationships will be built but many will hurt you.

Success will show but not always before or after you fail first.

You will gain it all but you will lose it all too.

Love will come but will betray you because you won’t know any better first time around.

Mistakes will take place and you will be wiping tears off your face.

The bathroom will be the safest place you can be yourself. As you look at the mirror and go through many thoughts.

You will fall and feel alone in the dark. 

Influential things will take its course but ultimately its up to you to be the victim or the one who avoids it all. 

Fights will come but not all punches must land on your face.

The beauty of fights you don’t always have to run but stand tall and walk away.

There will be tests brought to your attention but you don’t always have to pass them. 

Learn from mistakes and don’t recreate them.

You start your education after graduation. Never let anyone tell you any different. 

Teachers will teach but you will only remember the educators. Listen to them.

Secrets will be shared but you don’t always have to pass it along or hear them.

Sometimes things are better said and also not said at all. 

I know you will get confused and not everything must make sense to you.

Not all you will go through must have an answer.

Understanding is key but you create the lock to the door you are trying to open to life.

You will try and fail. You will try and fail. 

You will try until you realize that trying is better than failing.

Life is precious don’t end it right away.

Speak to someone. 

Listen to what others before your time have to say.

Stress will occur. 

Solutions will come. 

Conflicts will surface. 

Circumstances will dominate. 

Take a step back. 

Breathe and rejuvenate. 

Live life not like is your last day but like you just started life today. 

I feel like every single thing is like a mind game,  played and laid out for me

I can't feel a single thing, like I'm not blind, but I still can't see

What is it really? Perhaps it's not that important?

Tell me what it is, or is it just my own comportment?

I have walked in the very things I've looked down upon

What I once thought was selfish, now I too am wrong

and now there is blood all over my hand

But I have no idea why, I just don't understand

This is a complication called the human mind

Irony, double standards, hypocrisy, A place to be so blind

To wallow and loop in this thick puddle of shame

For the mistakes commited, I fairly wore the blame

Knowing is the beginning is something I suppose

It's better to learn, rather than to find it to oppose.

So I guess I'll take my feelings and throw them to the floor

I'll leave you where you originally were, trapped inside a closed door

And you can echo your goodbyes

as you embrace yourself to the ink of sheer ignorance and sighs..

Living a life im not proud of leading, yet I still remain here, never have I though about leaving. Support you I will, even though what I do doesnt show what I feel. I dont think we would make it, and I hate having to fake it. But this is what we made, what we created. There werent no mistakes, there was just some bad choices, thats why we must follow through with this, and not ignore quiet voices. We will fight together, because its what we chose, but there will be no fairy tale, there will be no prose. Decisions were made without considering, and life will be lived without ever remembering.

The young man had a large gash on the lateral side of his right hand,
The serous fluid drained onto the surrounding reddened area,
Appeared to have been serrated,
Beefy red meat exposed at it's center in strands,

Doctor call came and she reported, "This looks infected".

Handing the file to the physician so he could inspect it,
To her horrid surprise, somehow laughter, she injected,
He handed the file to a colleage, with a sheepish grin, it was rejected!

Again the assessment was read by another,
Bursting with laughter...it made her shudder,
Why on earth are they mocking this? What seems so funny?

And one of colleagues, stopped laughing and said, "Honey,

This is truly a serious matter, we've heard,
And your assessment is fine, except for one little word,
See when there's a wound oozing with purulent fluid draining,
To say there's pussy drainage coming from it, really distorts the meaning!!"

10:24 PM 4/27/2013 ©

I have been, like Othello, making,

Mistakes, both serious and trifling,

After each one, I let myself assume,

Of rewinding time.

But, I discover relief in the notion,

That mistake is a common obsession,

A quality or flaw,

Well, I don’t exactly know!

Thank God! It’s my mistakes that ‘can’,

Confirm that I ‘am’ a ‘huMAN’.

I made a mistake
I fell in love with someone
Who can't love me back