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Kristina Weeks May 2018
Don’t care who it hurts or not
Not coming from a feeling
Feeling nothing actually
Actually apathy
Apathy now I can’t feel
Feel this emptiness
Emptiness but full
Full of the imminent
Imminent end
End this life
Life so hollow
Hollow feelings, gone
Gone like dust in the wind
Wind me away
Away from the living
Living a lie
Lie to them
Them who I want to help
Help me now
Now how about that
That ******* circle
Circle in my head
Head in under water
Water gagging gasping grasping
Grasping at some reason
Reason to love
Love is gone
Gone like my will
Will I do it it
It the biggest sin
Sin to the end
End it all
All of me
Me what’s the point
Point out the reasons not to
To do the deed
Deed to this body
Body vessel borrowed
Borrowed feelings and time
Time to choose
Choose to live or die
Die every day
Day and night day and night
Night in my heart
Heart turned numb
Numb to you
You to me
Me caught in this forever
Forever asleep life
Life pales in comparison
Comparison to living the dream
Dream now and
Don’t
Wake
Up
Krishnapriya May 2018
The highest choice,
The sweetest and very best
Always and in every moment
Love.
Choose Love.

The highest and the best
But is it the easiest?

In the face of calamity,
Bitter, vicious calumny,
            How to choose love?

In the midst of trauma
heartbreak, anguish and grief
            How to bring love?

How to be a spring breeze?
When broken by disease?

How to be radiant light?
When facing darkness and fright?

Step by step,
smile by smile,
Moment by moment
breath by breath
i choose love.

With Your name as the anchor
My divine beloved savior
I choose love

Again and again
And yet again
To become
Moment by moment
breath by breath

That which thou art
Sweet love divine.
Jolan Lade May 2018
City lights
Or
Clear night skies
Closing doors
Or
Wild paths
Choose wisely
Yusof Asnan May 2018
She would rather
choose mundane;
Because that mean
she's safe.

10W

-HIY
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
"Used To"


Dead people used to
Haunt me
And drag me back
Screaming to sorrow
No longer
Shall they command
A heartfelt tear
I choose the breathing
And the living
To touch me
Now
Salmabanu Hatim Apr 2018
To love is as good as learning to swim,
Afraid to get  into the pool of love,
Sorry, you will never learn,
Love will pass you.
Be brave, take a deep breath,
Dive into the deep end,
There will be fireworks,
The sky will be ablaze with love stars.
You have three options to learn to love,
You drown into the pool of love,
You learn to stay afloat,
Or somebody rescues you,
The choice is yours.
Alex Apr 2018
If there was only one that I could choose,
it should be known it would be you.
With eyes so bright any light seems dim,
and a face only rivaled by what's found within.
You are so sweet, but so like fire,
making my heart burn with desire.
My one, my only, lost half of my soul,
until I am with you, I will never be whole.
There are many things I would say to You, if only I could.
Mazen Edlibi Apr 2018
I didn’t choose you for your color….
I didn’t choose you for your brain…
I didn’t choose you for your wealth…
I didn’t know…
I will meet you in such kind of path…
I will share my passion in this life
I will find myself with yours…
I don’t know…
What life is brining for us…
Where our feet are taking us…
How we will keep meeting…
What I know…
I’ve chosen a heart that talked with mine in a different language than others…
The blessings are in us and I am HAP (Hippo and Proud).

30-6-2017
april w Apr 2018
It’s not easy to be strong
It’s easy to be weak
But we all want to be strong
And we all want easy

So which do we choose?

To work hard
Train hard
Choose hard

Or

To be easy
Do easy
Choose easy

There’s no in between
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
"The Song of Not Self"

Habits, are not the self
Customs, laws, nationalities
       are not the self
Conventions, language, vision, taste
       are not the self
The rolling Georgian hills, the Himalayas
The western Rockies, the eastern Smokeys
The northern forested Canadian home of the white bear
The White Cliffed Isle, the frozen Red Gulag
The cities clogged with motion, the empty vast stretches
       the round, wet, green, globe circumferenced, the stars
       are not the self
The perishables
       are not the self
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