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Best Poems Written by Kevin Fitting

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Existantialists Plight

This is my plight, as well as my creed,
To sacrifice my wants for the sake of my needs,
I'll yield to my heart, and I'll humor my will,
But I'll never be strayed from the blanks I must fill,
To exist with the determination to aid one another,
With the hope we can benefit our sisters and brothers,
To be loyal and sympathetic to all of my friends,
Even though we're guaranteed our share of dead ends,
To be honest to others as well as myself,
And never be seduced by the grandure of wealth,
I'll become a fountain of knowledge, from which everyone may drink,
To revitalize that spark that allows you to think,
And from that spark I hope there will burn a great fire,
That spreads through the ages to carry on my desires

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Sleep Deprivation

Victimized by time, is the clock-watching man; Fervently anticipating an immortal response 
to reassure him that these moments are his to experience. What agony it is to realize that 
through this timid inactivity, moments are neglected and experiences are unfulfilled.. aging is 
the only form of progression that can be derived from this stubborn dissatisfaction..

Victimized by the clock-watching man, is time; Fervently whispering an eloquent melody of 
relief and reassurance into the ears of one who seeks none but his own. What a tragedy it is 
to be neglected so obliviously, so unrelentingly.. by someone who yearns to experience you 
the most..

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Cancerous

It burns and i bear it, teeth clenched and grinding,
stomache; churned while my head is still churning,
nostalgia takes hold of my soul for the binding,
effulgent in glow, but the texture is yearning,

I wither; a slave to myself and no other,

I falter; a moment of weakness forsakes me,

I fall, and yet it feels like I'm flying,

I rise.. only to find myself withered,

I'm stained.... by the depths of my doubts....
like cancer it plagues me; buried and burrowing........

.......................please rinse me out

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Aspirations

With steam in my eyes,

I strode deftly towards the sun.

"embrace the flames that warm me"

eventually..

to be engulfed is to feel..

burning is acceptable.

With steam in my veins,

I plummet into neglect..

to a more natural plane..

where the sun is gold..

It's glow can never be mine.

I would keep it for myself....