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Steve Page Mar 30
Sometimes,
and sometimes, just as I try
to doze on a sofa,
when I have nothing demanding to do
and I have time when I can
while away some time alone -

Sometimes like that,
I find my mind wandering,
I find myself wondering

"What if?"

I examine the sliding doors
The life choices
The milestones
that mark past crossroads.

And I story-tell, I dream-walk
I wander down roads not travelled.

And from that sofa
I wonder if I might now just about see
the next significant junction
on my horizon.

And in that wonder moment,
I promise the Makers of my turnings
that, this time, I'll be more adventurous
I'll trust Them more.
I'll take the road that carries
a little more risk, a little less certainty.

I pledge to not roadmap my journey,
at least not quite as much
as I typically do.
And I will entrust the future
into the more capable hands of those
who have no need for What ifs.  

I can trust the Makers, for
they know what lies ahead.
They have been there
and they can each see way more
than I can
from my sofa.
If there's one thing I take away from this,
It's that you need to be a free thinker,
And make your own decisions.

If you want to believe something,
You should look into it first,
I don't know the people this may hurt.
Don't take this wrong, I still want the ****'s and manipulators gone fore good. But I think we should work to prove hard case 100 percent before we attack somebody for it. Rumors are like a bio weapon, they will **** anybody around regardless of the lines you draw.
Today you turned up washed,
Almost if a wave passed through the sheets of your bed.
Your hair is a mess,
As you etch a careful drawing in pen.
Careful to not miss a mark,
There's no erasing it,
Or anything you've done.
I've watched her learn every day of this month, you can't erase the things you've done.
We have to realise that we can’t stop changes in our life.
Because every decision and the decision of not changing things, changes our life.
We have to admit, that we can’t stop changes, but we can direct them into the direction we want them.
We can’t work against storm, but to work with it.
We can’t change the wind, but we can change the turn of our sails.
It is the changes who makes us bloom.
It is the changes which are the reason why we are human beings.
Chloe Jan 18
Feels like I’m split in half
Don’t have the energy
Made the wrong decisions
for all the right reasons
I can’t be loved
because of where I ended up

Never been great at free will
Only ever exercise it for a thrill
When it comes to hard decisions,
I’ll make them
The easy ones are always
easier said than done

Feels like I’m made of glass
Don’t know what to eat
but I know I need to
They say if you don’t feed ‘em
they won’t keep coming back
I’m not an animal, I have feelings

Never needed you,
I just want you
Only ever tried
once I’d given up
Now it’s all my fault,
all your responsibility
You’ve run me out of love
Mysty Monroe Jan 7
In a town that whispers secrets,
shadows paint the walls,  
I walk these empty streets alone,
where silence softly calls.  
With my head held high,
but my heart tucked away,  
The echoes of yesterday
keep haunting me today.  
I wear independence like a threadbare coat,  
Each stitch tells a story,
each tear feels like a boat,  
The sun sets low, behind the trees I've known,  
Casting haunting memories in hues of amber and stone.  
I count the stars as they flicker to the beat,  
Each one a whisper of love, now just bittersweet.  
I learn to dance with shadows, let them pull me close,  
In the quiet solitude, I find what matters most,  
But the weight of my decisions hangs heavy in the night,  
A ghost of who I could’ve been, just out of reach, out of sight.  
So I chase the dawn with my fragile, open heart,  
Yet the more I seek the sun, the more I drift apart.  
In the echo of my laughter, there's a tremble, there's a sigh,  
For the freedom that I long for also makes me want to cry.  
I'll raise a glass to freedom, to the choices that I've made,  
But behind this brave facade, a part of me will fade.  
In every step I take alone, there's a wish for company,  
For in this independence, I'm still longing to be free.
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Steve Page Dec 2024
Treacle-ly can be nice
Treacle-ly will be sweet
But never when making decisions
Don't treacle when we meet
from a comment at work
Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
If I knew then
What I know now
Would every new decision
Lead to the same place somehow?

©2024
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