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miki Feb 2021
a new day
new faces
endless masks to wear

decisions

details

the fork in the road
stops me in my tracks

have i made the right choices?

did i say the right thing?

my mind has no limits
but stops working
when you walk into the room
i’m not good enough for you
i know that i’ll never be good enough for you
but i’ll keep trying
my heart aches
for its missing piece
I've reached a fork in the road and its time to decide. There's no clear path. My way is blinded by a light.

The decisions I make, I must stand by and at the side. Strong and tall in the fact that I chose the way with my inner guide.

Is this the ending you had in your mind? When the fork came and forced you to decide.

Was the fork created in your thought riddled mind? Was the journey one on which you could abide?

Or could you have stayed in the grey and stood aside?

The decisions you must make are they on your path or in your mind?

That is the true dilemma on which you must decide.
I write about my experience of my reality. Is what I'm thinking real or a paradox?
Iginagapos ko ang sarili gamit ang aking mga palad,
Ayokong maniwala sa kapalaran,
Pagkat hindi na tayo mga batang
Nakikipaglaruan pa
Sa mga mumunti nating mga pangarap.

Sa bawat desisyong ating paninindigan,
Doon natin masasabing, kaya talaga natin.
Mahirap man makipagsapalaran
Sa mga nagtatagisang katauhan
Ngunit, isipin mo,
Hindi natin sila kalaban.

Hindi tayo palamuti sa ating mga istorya,
Tayo yung unang babati sa’ting mga sarili ng,
“Magandang umaga.”
O kung bakit minsan,
Nananatili tayong pagod na pagod
Na tila ba hinihila tayo ng Araw
Na para bang tayo’y mga kalabaw lamang
Na magpapagal at hindi aani.

Iikot tayo sa mundong hindi tumatakbo,
Kundi iikot tayong may dahilan
At hindi tayo magiging pabalik-balik.
Tayo’y matututo sa bawat lubak,
Madisgrasya man tayo’y, hindi pa rin susuko —
At tayong manananatili sa pagwagayway
Ng ating mga bandera,
Na hindi nagpapatangay
Sa mga mistulang diktador na mga alaala.

Magbibilang tayo ng araw,
Ngayong taon
Ngayong araw na ito,
Tayo’y magsisimula —
At hindi tayo magtatapos
Nang walang kabuluhan
Ang ating mga adhikain.

Tayo ay iisa —
Isa, dalawa..
Tatlo..
Tayo na —
At magsimula.
Peace Dec 2020
I feel my heart slipping.. into a deep well of grief. My voice feels trapped behind a wall of lies and distortions. Swimming to the truth, I slip in and out of consciousness. Feeling the inevitable demise of my life fall before my eyes. Am I to fold and give up for the fear of drowning or do I soldier on regardless of my fate; at least I fought? In this uncertain revelation of what my decision can cause, I ponder my next move declining to submerge myself in a mirage..
Choices are always needing to be made and at times it’s a process to let go when you’ve held on for so long.
I don't need you
to question
my decisions,
as I do that
well myself,
a plethora of voices
to account for
no reaction,
maybe one
sanguine voice
will rise,
to drive a change
and take me away
from a desolate
morbid graveyard
to yet deserted
but pristine meadows,
with nothing but
a hope
to grow
rather than
just fade away,
and maybe
that is just enough.
The seed of all this indecision isn't me, I'm perfectly capable of making alright decisions.
Well, maybe not that often.  
But at least I'm in control.
David Dec 2020
Im standing on a cliff,
Endearing the drop of terror.

As I let out a painful laugh
Filled with fright,
I sit down in spite.

It’s a deep pit,
I wonder whats at the bottom.

Should I jump down?
And see how I turn out?

No, to crazy
But I cant stay here,
Yet why wont I move?

Why wont no one guide me?

It’s ok, Ill just sit here,
And wait for what will betide.

So...

Where - Heh - Am I?
AceLione Dec 2020
Decisions are like leaves of a tree
Some are good and others bother me
They are fed by the rains of emotion
And the winds of relations but them in motion
After a little, a couple will fall
But even after a while, a few remain of the all
The winds of relation might blow them away
None of those good or bad leaves will stay
But then again, they might regrow
How many good or bad, you will never know.
Forte
Janna B Nov 2020
What are you wanting?
I’d like to move on
Why are you wanting
Another one.
My heart does miss you
There’s a hole where you were
You awakened my spirit
And now you’re not there.
You’ll answer a call
And tell me you miss me
You’re still in your home
But dreaming of life with me
What am I wanting?
I need this resolved
I can’t do it illicitly  
That bothers my soul.
Almost a year on
And I still feel you with me
I want you to stand up
Take on responsibility.
Make your decisions
Make them out loud
Love me or leave me
Please decide now.
And if you decide,
That you will try loving me
Please know I’m a prize
I wont be so easy
I’d be willing to try
But not throw it in for you
You’d need to earn trust
And that may be tough to do.
Here’s the indecision, the ridiculous missing of the other one. It was an emotional affair, love but no touch. Has anyone had that? I spend forever trying to avoid thinking of him. He wanted to leave his wife for me, but that was his decision alone. It’d be easier if these feelings went away so that I can happily stick with what is ‘right’.. and start again...
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