Indecisiveness**
            enough as it is,
I stay in the confines of my comfort,
choices I begun to prolong.
Waiting for something
probably won’t come.

I walk back and forth,
And climbing ladders  
             - up and down,
       an unchanging routine
    draining the life-force
         of my pretend smile.
Sluggishly the plot-holes
       starts to appear
   messing the careful laid-out script
                 I master to act.
Barriers starts to crack, little by little
I gather the courage
   to put the imaginary duck-tape
   to hold them together
       a little while longer
until the final choice, is made sure
without fear and hesitation.

Every Part
        *Every Stroke
                  Every Line
                           Every Curve
                                    Every Shape
           to start somewhere
                   and everything else
                                        will follow.


*© Pax

I have a million unfinished poems
That start with a thought of you
But fail to capture you right
Or start on a different topic entirely
And trail off, into you
A million little couplets
With cute, near rhyme
About mundane things you do
Things you're probably not even aware of
I just can't get you out of my mind
No matter how much I try
And you're not even mine

They judge of how you look
Should I look like brad Pitt or Nicolas cage
We forgot the importance of the jewel inside that make the beautiful look ugly and the ugly so pretty.
The soul is the core that we should judge not by the looks cause the looks are from God.
A woman can look ordinary but her soul is so beautiful that it shines a light that just blinds. It makes you forget her ordinary looks and see her as the most beautiful woman you have laid eyes on to.
When you judge how people look . Look at yourself in the mirror and judge what you see. Are you handsome do you look even nice , do you deserve people  love do you deserve there respect. They say don't judge a book by its cover isn't that so true but we only hear and say but we never do.
Look at people souls and you will see imaginary beauty that your eyes want believe. This world has taught us to judge the people and what they wear and how they look like and didn't tell us how pretty people are from inside.

So many words
Stitched with finery
Fine attire crafted
With feelings close to heart
The soul once lay bare
Now clad with intricate fabric
Richly woven
With fine craftsmanship
Fashionable for every season
It’s your own creation
With the language of your heart
Cloak of eloquence
In the poetry you write

a little bird found another
to share its lovely song
here i am with no one
though i've tried for so long
to find the missing piece
to the puzzle that's my heart
but i'm beginning to think
that there's no other part

a little bird found another
to share its woven nest
still my heart beats alone
just a thumping in my chest
there's a pair for a shoe
and a *** for the tea
can someone let me know
is there no one for me?

a little bird found the one
here i am, i have none
in all directions i have looked
but still i can't find
someone that would own me
and that i could call mine
i have sung, no one heard
pray tell me, where's my own little bird?

Living a life worth writing about is not about risking it all together. You don't need to go jumping out of airplanes or off of cliffs. You don't need to conquer all of your fears and break all of your bones. You just need to take chances, give second ones, fall in love, fall out, sneak out of your house, go for long drives, kiss the person your parents don't approve of, drink coffee for the taste, and feel EVERYTHING that life brings your way. Taste the tears that roll down your cheeks from happiness, wipe away the ones from sadness, shake uncontrollably from excitement, tell people how you feel for God's sake! Don't hide what comes naturally and you will live the most amazing life and trust me, your stories will be beautiful.

By Chloe Elizabeth