Hell Froze Over Today by Richard D. Remier

Your opinion, however
You may feel to convey
Is not wanted, or needed,
Or useful today.

For I've decided you've an ego
That's simply too big
For a person who has
The IQ of a twig.

I know, you protest,
You digest, you request.
You infest, you arrest,
You expect all the best.

You take, take, take, take
But you don't know how to give.
As though you run every action
Through your cast iron sieve...

And strain out every feeling,
Every thought and concern,
And toss what's left over
In the kettle to burn.

You know, there's always a Summer

Right after the Spring,
And there's always a bee
Right willing to sting.

There is always a Curtain
Hungry for that last call,
And there's always that Winter
Right after that Fall,

You've run your fine course,
And you've trampled the Lot,
Strangling them all
Without a second thought.

And you've left in your wake
The wounds of mistrust,
The heartbreak and anger
Amidst the gray dust

Where the hopeless now bleed,
And the vultures now play
In the abyss of a hell
That froze over today.

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

This poem always makes me laugh. I just think about how this poem has so many themes. Enjoy.

I think I'm growing up

This is how I feel. point. blank period. Shit I've changed, to me, I feel its for the better, to others, they say, "Gosh, she has changed so much that I don't want to be around her." And quite frankly, I don't give a rat's butt about what anyone thinks, says or does that relates to me. I remember just a few years ago, I would be so consumed with the "word on the street." The street had so many words, opinions, thoughts and feelings about me until I woke up and said, "STFU!" But you know you can't just leave the street wordless, that's what they are there for; insignificant f**king creatures created just to piss you off. Now don't get it twisted, this is not an angry entry. I am quite calm, as a matter of fact, I am super quiet, in total silence. My point is, that as human beings we become so obsessed with what others are saying about us that we forget who we are and what our purpose in life is. I told my brother today that he is damned if he does live up to the "words on the street" and he is damned if he doesn't. Hell, all that really matters is you and God anyway. But no matter how I try or anyone else tries to convince any individual to not worry, they will. But as for me, I've reached the point where I don't give a damn. I have fallen off the face of the earth, and I am content with that. I don't find myself overwhelmed with drama, I simply just cut that shit off. I've been in a constant struggle to find who I am, what I want in life and why I want to fulfill my dreams. I have no time to spend on people, things and places that won't further my growth as an individual. So when someone doesn't speak to me, its okay. Oh you lied to me three days in a row, that's cool. Oh that was your knife in back that you insist upon pushing deeper into my heart, that's what's up. And so on and so forth. I have to live y'all. I have to live. If I don't live for myself, who will? Not anyone else because they will be too damn busy talking about the latest word on the street.

My inner peace has taken over and I think I'm growing up.