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Sherlinda Jun 2014
If I lose my mind
For like, right now
Will I not like
The tale I got told
Yesterday and before
If it's been told one more time?

Or will I unchoose
The ink color I will use
For the letter I'm going to send
Tomorrow and after
If I was taken to the store again?

I don't think so

Cause will the bird forget how
To sing a good morning
To the sun and dew
If she lose her minds too?

I don't think so
Decision had been made and regret never help, like, ever. So cheers for today! *raise a glass
JoBe Arenas Apr 2014
Does it feel right that it ended
Or as if it was just wasted?
Will another chance come again
Or was that the last time it would happen?

Are you going to ask for a sign
Or just sit back and resign?
Are you going to keep trying
Or **** it in cause its already hurting?

Why can't there be a middle ground?
...Because it makes things vague
Why can't there be compromise?
...Because its just gonna complicate

Unsure, undecided, unmotivated, un...
Discouraged, distracted, disarrayed, dis...
Vindicated, decided, inspired...
Encouraged, focused, collected...
Black or white, make a decision...

If you truly want to make it right
Find a way to put things back in the light
Just keep trying even if it takes every night
It could get better, it just might...
xoK Apr 2014
My dear,
I've just had the most terrifying thought.
One that sends shivers down my spine,
And not the good kind of shivers.
The ones that jab at you in the dark.
The ones that come from boogie men
And monsters under the bed.
This thought,
This fear,
It hits me like a swift kick to the chest
For just a split second.
And then I hear it running away from behind me,
Fleeting footsteps echoing into the distance.
Still partially audible.
This thought,
This fear,
Flees like a mischievous child.
After shouting directly into my ear cavity:
What if you never found her?
The thought nearly stops me in my tracks.
I am the person I am because of her place in my life.
What if I never even met her?
I can barely imagine the idea of this bliss
Somehow not existing.
Maybe another me in some parallel universe
Is truly alone.
I feel sad for her,
That she will never know this
Swirling,
          Terrifying,
                  Mystifying,
                            Incredible feeling,
Something that everyone deserves to feel.
Free will spins a complicated spider web.
Every decision you make
Affects you and the others around you,
Either holding them up or pulling them down.
What if I'd made a different choice,
Just one minuscule detail.
What if I'd turned right instead of left,
Or used pencil instead of pen,
Or carried paper instead of plastic?
One wrong move could have led me off the path to you.
The thought makes me want to drop down to my knees
And thank God
That I decided to lift the branches and find this hidden walkway
Into an unknown territory
That so quickly became
Familiar.
Home.
LDR life.
Han Nguyen Mar 2014
Today it's too hot
for my new coat
and I just can't wait for the rain
and the wind
to come again

and when it rains
my layers will soak
and I'd will give anything
for the sun
to come  again
R Saba Jan 2014
should i be scared yet?
i want to ask you this, and yet
the one thing i am afraid of, it seems
is letting those words escape
as we make our move across the plains
of sheer, drunken power
shimmering strength hidden among hushed voices
as the space stretching from my shoulders to yours
grows smaller, inch by inch
until the whole world has been crushed between our bodies
and we are the only ones left
and the silence
is ours to fill, ours to defeat
should i be scared yet? i ask myself
as we are drawn into battle, side by side
and yet it feels less like a war
and more like a dangerous dance
so with my fear pocketed
and the question mark buried at the bottom
i press play, a harrowing decision
and i move away from the buttons
before i can change my mind
and innocently, softly
i remind the world to hold on tight
because you and i
are moving space and time tonight
this is a good feeling
R Saba Feb 2014
In the bag,
you can find a dictionary;
you can find words
like
“alone,”
“gone.”

You can find
a week’s worth
of candy wrappers,
too many empty pill-bottles,
blunt pencils
and ripped pages
and crumpled notes
and band-aids
that didn’t help.

If you looked deeper,
you might find lottery tickets,
forgotten phone numbers
and puzzle pieces
and more empty things,
bottles,
containers,
bags,
hearts.

More words:
“lost,”
“missing,”
“unknown;”

some dust
and pennies
and elastic bands
and plastic knives
and drastic decisions
and

nothing

except
maybe

a few more words
From the archives- wrote this over 2 years ago...
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