I'd like to keep in touch with my followers:

The blog that I am most active on is about a game called League of Legends. My blog can be found here:
http://learntoleague.blogspot.com

I mention this because I encourage everyone here to try the game and learn from my blog. It's the only way I can keep in touch with you guys once this dies! And you wouldn't want to lose contact, would you?

All good things must come to an end...

This is essentially my 2 weeks notice.

I still love poetry, but sometimes I'd like some of it to not be shared, maybe for personal reasons, who knows. It's also a part of my shhh (bipolar schizophrenic) that tells me to stop making poems. I know my followers will understand. I'm not sure what will happen to this blog, maybe I'll archive it on a hard drive or something in case I come back.

From Remi with love,
Farewell followers...

Where I've been...

I've been in the middle of a move! I had to paint a room and haven't even moved the furniture in. Well hey, at least it's fodder to make new poems out of. Expect one later today, as I am returning to active duty.

Destination Unforgiven

Your traffic lights, and angry rage,
Only spreading unnecessary hate
For what do you know of what lies behind,
The wheel of direction or the wheels beneath
Perhaps your selfish entitlement,
And quick drawing fingers,
Will speak words louder than your screams
A child frightened, a child in need,
A child reared by ignorance as the steam
Fills the air for you do not care
And yet we ask the same question
Punish juvenile behavior, future does not decide
For what they learn is engrained inside


Poem 20

For those that can't already tell what this is about, I was on the road and witnessed a MOTHER holding down her horn for over a minute over a situation that really wasn't that bad. (a SLIGHT cut off, not me) She did the finger, she cussed, and she drove aggressively on the largest highway. (I live in freaking D.C.) . I'm pretty sure I gave more of a damn about the young kid in the backseat than she did.

Light and the Sound of Silence

I owe my life to this city,
To the darkness of sleepless nights
I'll slowly walk the roads,
Waiting upon the flashing lights
Distinction between safe inspiration,
Or the disappearance of your mind,
Always I know I'll find my way back,
Not for anyone or anything or everything,
The death of the unexpected,
Was the birth of my recollections


Poem 19

Flow

So to make up for my recent inactivity, I actually worked harder on this one than usual, maybe you guys can relate?

OK, now this:

Black and white, the perfect architecture,
Stable society of machine made thinking,
Save your sob stories mulling over dead fields,
Blind to the greener side within your own mind
May words let you in, a brand new world,
Becoming that which you desire
Like the waves that crash on the shore,
The tsunamis and gentle low tides,
Sapping enjoyment for pain unseen
Maybe when you drop your facade,
You'll realize that in the end

It's all water, simply flowing water,
And these shores do not weep for the weak


Poem 18

Sometimes this describes exactly how I feel.

Yep, well maybe some of you can relate.  I don't obsess about it, I just imagine how things could have been different sometimes.