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Joyce Jul 2019
you make your own choices
but you can’t decide for other people
and that’s why you can’t just have anything you want
everybody wants something else
well me? i only want you
Lake Jul 2019
another night of overthinking
looking too deep for some meaning

i count the years that passed
and the years yet to come
mapping out the path
to the person i'll become

the life that i want
i can't hope to realize
running on 0s and 1s
and there's no compromise

all this pretense
just means to an end
one day i'll crack
and i can't go back

who is it you think you see?
is that the person i should be?
perfect lies to make a perfect life
larni Jun 2019
i deserve to be a priority
not a second choice
not a bored option
not someone who you can just
**** with and play with
when you’ve got no one else
JT Nelson Jun 2019
Instrumentation selection
Was a big step in our lives
Choices made in fourth grade
Would stay with us through school
To the end
If we stayed in band

So many choices
Brass or woodwind
Big or small
Loud or louder
Percussion as an option too
What would be the perfect fit

Did we take advice from mom or dad
And play the instrument that they played
Or maybe a brother or sister
Or one of their cool friends
A lot of impressions molded
Our decision on the path that we went down.

I selected, with a few of my friends,
The long and shiny brass trombone
Touchy slide that perfecting
Lubrication with silicone proved tricky
And dumping the spit from the valve
Proved essential and gross.

It took years to become adequate
Enough that the notes flowed like spit
All the way through my senior year
Until I put the parts away in the black case
That one last time then sold it
To the parents of a fourth grader.
Amanda Kay Burke May 2019
I am afraid I'll be sad forever
Nothing brings out a smile
When I am down I often forget
It is only for a while
I am scared I'll never be fixed
My broken heart will never mend
When it's aching it feels like
Pain might not ever come to an end
I fear my instability
Urges to make a deep incision
Temporary emotions pushing me
Towards a permanent decision
Never make permanent choices based on temporary feelings
Daniel K May 2019
Wings beat in parallel with
The coordination of the wind.
With the growth of every feather,
Another falls out, totally ignorant of
The alluring desperate eyes.
Though I fly away, the wings
Of my future beholds the pieces
I took from the sincerity I left behind.
Now I fly away with the dreams to
Reunite those puzzles - with the
Permission of the stars -
That I stole away.
there's three and bit weeks
left till election
day
whereupon we'll hold a
decision of much
sway

us displeased electors will
not be playing
about
when it comes to who we'll choose
for a throwing
out

none of the candidates are totally
safe in their
seats
as our ballot papers shall
mark them with
defeats

we're itching to cleanse parliament
house of the
dross
who've been doing little
but gathering useless
moss
Zywa Feb 2019
I decided not to lament
over my homeland, the trees
of my youth, I don't want photos

I decided not to be angry
with my father, his rules
and the proud family that is silent

I decided to live yellow
Sun in my house, on the walls
my belly and my bare feet

I decided to dance
to be my own story
for my own eyes and ears
“Wosenku” (2008, Minyeshu)

Collection “Once more”
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