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Amanda Feb 5
I knew our decisions were misguided

And I chose to make them despite that knowledge

I wanted you and I to act in harmony

Needed to know every heartbeat pulsating from our two chests was in perfect synchronization
And I was right
Khai Dec 2019
Yesterday I chose to regret.
But today, I choose happiness.
I'll let tomorrow choose whatever she wants.
Because today, I live.
Live in the present.
Bhill Dec 2019
Do we really have time to get it all done
With so much to do and nowhere to run
The path that we took, turned out not so good
Yet somehow we managed, the BEST that we could
It's time to turn and go a different way
The sooner the better, let's do it today

The fact here is this, we at least took the shot
We learned from the journey, and that is for naught
There will always be, more than one path to take
Never fear, the way chosen, could have been a mistake
We chose, we learned, and that stands above it all
That one little outcome, is never, ever, small....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 308
Choosing a path is really important.  The result is secondary.
Mark Sep 2019
A chosen place for life to live
That you chose for a loved one to live their life
But which is not someones living loved ones, place of choice
But to chose a place that a loved ones chosen
Is but a place to live for life with love.
Bea Aguilar Jun 2019
It is so crazy
How risky
The love
We chose to have.
Rowan May 2019
It stood among no giants, no towers, no mountains.
Heedless to the wind, scattered without waving stalks and rusted leaves,
it chose to fall where it could not.
Jaded, perhaps, but not without sterling hands crafted to bellow.
A smattering of elbows chastised the woodpeckers pecking.
Ephemeral? Beautiful? Sober? Lassitude?

It fell among no gorges, no ravines, no swale.
Heedless to the rain, swamped in a dell without sliver streams,
it swelled up above the ratty woven sails.
Coarse, perhaps, but feather flew, vying for sky.
A copse of whitebark pine pillaged no battalions.
Mauve? Tender? Empyrean? Redolent?

It pattered among no small sorts, no ant hills, no chambers.
Heedless to the duke, sabotaged without sword, spear, stone,
it swallowed a hive of rabbits in no fields.
Desultory, perhaps, but not with quintessential ripples bent in space.
A harrowing panacea flourished in spindles of florid bristles.
Sempiternal? Susurrous? Honeyed? Irascible?

It churned among no whirlpools, no pots, no frosting.
Heedless to the maelstrom, sluicing in a myriad of slanted lanterns,
it chose to lure where it could not beguile.
Laconic, perhaps, but not without furtive gallows smoldering.
A candelabra of viridian mire spies spied genteel dragonflies.
Enormity? Enmity? Vestigial? Switchback?

It stood among nothing.
It stood enervated.  
It stood.
memoona kazmi Mar 2019
and when i said my last goodbye,
a little piece of my soul,
broke from me,
and flew in infinity,
i wanted you to,
hold me from my shoulder and shake me,
shake me till i change my decision,
i wanted you to remind me,
of all the roses you left in my room,
i wanted to listen your ,
"please dont go"
i wanted you to grab my hand,
and say,
you would never let me go,
i wanted you to shout out aloud to the world,
you will never ever let me leave you,
but you didnt even made a single gesture,
to stop me,
from walking away,
so i just chose to walk away,
because i knew at that moment,
that my absence will not effect you,
because my presence never did......
i never wanted to,but i had to because i had was in the favour of both of us
Em Feb 2019
I'm the theory in your head
I'm the theory that's painted red
Planted in your garden bed

The choir of furies in your stead
The pack of doubts that never fled
She's the monstrosity that tore you to shreds
And I'm the ghost that saw how you bled.
reposting cuz i want aTTENTION
Masha Yurkevich Feb 2019
Both starts with
H .
Yet gave totally different
One is the best thing that
you can ever think of.
And the other,
a total opposite.
you can choose
where you want
to go.
Hell or Heaven ,
it's all up to you.
Think about it...
I tried so hard.
I tried to be pretty and funny and spontaneous. I tried to be better for you.

I know you’re not supposed to change yourself for someone, but I honestly feel like you were bringing out the best in me.

You didn’t make me change myself. I chose to. So it hurts that I still wasn’t good enough for you.

You didn’t try very hard. You didn’t have to.

I was head over heels for you, and you knew it. You abused it.

Now you’re gone, and I can’t even recognize myself.
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