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Martin Mikelberg Jan 2018
rain inside, decisions
At times life is always this type of pressure.
Paul C Jan 2018
You—
Beautiful life-form, or abomination—
Are a culmination,
Agglomeration of a life’s worth of
Experiences thus far.
All of them,
The good and the bad,
Have resulted in you—
And here you stand,
A unique entity of the atomic form,
A breathing, living creature
At the height of the current moment.
You have
The power—
Whether it be to trust fate,
Or to follow your intuitions—
To ultimately
Forge a path of your own.
Ethan Jan 2018
Seeds I feel I should plant, tho dubious at best,  I can almost taste fruits of the labour. The sweet and the sour, bitter and salty to some, for now not all would enjoy the harvest. But some seeds need to flower and others weeded out at the root. My already beautiful garden could suddenly go kaput, or emerge and flourish better than it ever could. To take the risk? I’m not sure if I should.
Jessica Lima Jan 2018
Here I sit,
Looking at you
But pretending no to.

Lending a hand
Every time you fall,
But not recognized at all.

Is this all there is to life?

I stand.
For once you notice me.
But is too late now
Today, You mean nothing to ME.
Kody dibble Jan 2018
Sounds of ice,
Gleaming back a causation or value,
Unknown faces silently breathing,

Show me some of your good time,
Break a nose or structure of cobble-stone,

The flame,
Such a boring stare,
Without hope, Angry, Afraid,
Violent with rage,

Justice is often though of as,
A sweltering heat,
Or an intense pressure towards a unified
Decision,

Break my bones,
Steal my soul,
Stand in the fire,
And loose all control
Welcome to the World of No World
butterfly Jan 2018
overlooking misty mountains
puddles left on the road
which one should i look?
Freestyle Haiku Series 2018
jace Jan 2018
I'm ambivalent
Ambivalence is the state
Wherein a person is torn
Between two opposing decisions

Will I stay or Will I go?
Will I laugh or Will I cry?
Will I live or Will I die?

Torn between two opposing decisions
That can cause me my life
These are questions I ask myself
Everyday...

I'm ambivalent...
Phenomenological Jan 2018
Two withered paths, a corded brow, a face rigged in string.
Each subsequent step away from the decision –
Just met –
Draws this string ever tighter
Its tension rigging the two paths;
Options that will last,
Into this sort of equilibrium.

For the crossroads –
Just left –
To peter down the path
Of which he is unsure if his decision was one
That could be respected,

A sort of pride remained behind
Dragging him back, down the path
Which he just passed
A decision regretted
To bring him to the start which he, oh so hated

Why did he repeat these wonderings
With no meanings?
What brung him back –
time and time again –
To that same track?

He teeters on the edge of one path,
Then falls into the other
Only, to his dismay,
To be pulled back on strings – traps –
That rip him back to those same crossroads
Will he ever learn his lesson?
Or is his lesson learnt?
The man who swings on ropes of fate
between one decision
and another.
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Daisy Rae Dec 2017
anxiety is a killer
           it takes over your mind and body
     swallowing you whole
causing you to worry
       about uncertain outcomes
   leaving you a little numb
           it mistakes ‘try’ with ‘perfection’
  every red mark
                 gives you a ghost white complexion
       next weeks reunion gives you chills down your spine
   will they remember me?
should I just decline?
you can feel it in your hands
          as they sweat and shake
you can hear it in the sound of your queasy stomach and your shoe tapping away
you can see it in the way your muscles stiffen and your eyes become blank
you slowly start to succumb to these physical symptoms
       and slowly, you shut down
your hands cannot grasp your drink
your legs can no longer hold you up
your stomach cannot hold down this mornings breakfast
       and you tumble
       and it leaves a bruise on your forehead
       you mumble
    *will they notice?
do not let anxiety take over your every move
alena Dec 2017
Tides rise in my chest with every breath
While I savor the look of you
Your lips breathing lightly
Rustling the leaves in my chest

So close to mine
But such a large gap to close
Whole decisions away

So hesitant
But incredibly strong
Holding the distance for an eternity
And closing in an instant

A moment I never thought would happen
But that I dreamed a thousand times

You felt like the wind
But yet you knocked it out of me
Gentle lips on mine
Moments surpassed time

Fingers wrap clumsily around your neck
You held me like porcelain
Touched me like an ancient book
But held me like I was saving your life

Softly raking my shirt
As if you were finding my seams
To ******* undone

You held my face
As if to make sure I wouldn't fall apart
Little did you know
I already had

Soft caress of my back
From the same arms
I swore held up the world

Our foreheads meet
As if to exchange thoughts
Even though I couldn't think
But your lovely eyes waited
When I opened mine

The voice that caught my attention
With every word it'd say
Was yet a whisper
That stoppemy heart

The birds fade in as we part
While the world comes back into play
You are all I see
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