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  • fireblast_ 1w

    When you are depressed you do not feel like being with anybody. You either sleep way more than usual or you can hardly sleep at all. Similarly, your appetite is either nonexistent or increases dramatically. Your energy level goes way down and you have a feeling of hopelessness about life. As difficult as it may be it is important to get out of the house and get some help. You are not alone.

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  • fireblast_ 2w

    20 THINGS I LEARNED THE HARD WAY

    1. We become our own weakness in thoughts
    that someone else could be our strength.

    2. Don't cry on small things because your tears
    would lose their importance.

    3. If you're a writer and an idea comes in your mind,
    write it down, because it won't be there in the morning.

    4. Sometimes the world is just a one person.

    5. If you don't want to get hurt then don't wait
    for people to say the things you want to listen
    because they might won't.

    6. Sometimes the only winning move is not to play.

    7. You can be numb and can still feel the pain.

    8. Most often you're not the words you said
    but the things you failed to say.

    9. Tall buildings still touch the ground.

    10. Sunken ships could sail again

    11. You were always worthy of love so never question
    what I did wrong and she does right.

    12. You can't lose the things you've already lost.

    13. They might not tell you what they like but if they ever get a chance they won't forget to tell you what they don't.

    14. The only way to become a writer is to write.

    15. You don't die because you run out of breath but I believe you die the day the last person
    who knows you, forgets.

    16. You shouldn't let any unseen tide drown you.

    17. Don't shatter yourself in a sea that trembles
    on someone else's name.

    18. Some people live so that they could die.

    19. A wall is not a wall if you build a door.

    20. People could inspire you to write something
    they won't read.

    - f i r e b l a s t

    #20thingsilearnedthehardway

    What are those 20 things you learned the hard way?
    If you'd write then use hashtag and tag me. I'd love to read.

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  • fireblast_ 3w

    I N V I S I B I L I T Y

    In a minute we were almost,
    like you sledged down the slope
    and couldn't stop until something hits
    You lean over the parapet and yell;
    If only I could fly, the sky wouldn't be so blue
    but some birds are born without feathers.

    I was rapt, when I passed by
    your two storey building and heard
    you cry over the phone facing the mirror
    and I thought if only I could walk back
    briskly, I would be able to write it down
    for I know the more I'll write about grief,
    the more I'll know about you.

    I lay on my bed and picture you dancing
    with a man I've never seen, he brushes your hair
    as I watch you slipping naked into bed
    like the distance unfurling in a broken twig
    your lips part as you want to speak
    Which is to say, I burn all night and you sleep.

    The October will come with autumnal leaves
    and I'd remember you never remembered me
    In the evenings, I'd still follow you down the street
    Walking behind, but you'd never look back
    as you'd disappear behind the lamp post,
    and ask stranger something I couldn't hear.

    F I R E B L A S T

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  • fireblast_ 4w

    I often wonder if stars before falling on the ground, ever whispered to the big blue sky,
    "There's strength in letting go"

    F i r e b l a s t

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    The wind crawls under the skin,
    battered by the storms
    the ocean, now has a void,
    as if you stare too long
    the shallowness looks too deep
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    The birds fly over the crooked bones
    of a man with no glory
    and the snake, now slither over the stones
    though oblivion is not the color of his skin
    But the old man has written in his stories
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    The wretched ruins blossom lies
    but the city holds his heart,
    knows; even the husk of lips,
    that silence, now has a voice
    they paint the city with blood, call it art
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    The fools now keep the intellect
    yet fall, where the gravity cannot touch their feet
    the town knows, demons, now belong to somebody
    yet they oscillate among heaven & hell
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  • fireblast_ 4w

    Someone writes about you but you might never know.

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  • fireblast_ 5w

    For the creases of my palm would always be dark, and the curtains inside my eyes would always long for tears and that my lips won't speak the intrinsic quality of histories and that no stars are nestled in the darkest shades of my hairs and that my feet would always be on ground and that my fingers won't tap when I wait and that my heart would always beat no matter how much hurt run through my veins— know that I'm not the girl you'd look at and see forever. My voice is not the sweetest thing you'd hear and that my eyes are not through which you'd see the universe and my hands are not as soft as petals of flowers and my laugh is not music to anyone's ears—know that I'm not the girl a poet would look at and think about writing a poem. 

    For I'll crash the cars over your expectations every night and that some days I'd kiss away your flaws and would ask the most scary questions in the middle of night and that violence and crime excites me as much as talking about hope and dreams does to you and that I recognize the worth of people even before they leave and that I'd stay at a place just a little longer to watch the hue of sky getting lost somewhere far away and just to hear the wind rustling through leaves - know that my love, I'm everything fragile and every warning people would ignore. I'm someone who write her own symphonies and someone who'd cross your mind once in a blue moon for I don't take much space in anyone's mind and that someone who creates art not to sell but to keep, someone who's sadder than the saddest of days and saddest of dreams - know that I can be anything and everything but not someone you'd take home, I'm not the girl you'd fall in love with.

    f i r e b l a s t

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