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What’s important in this life,
Everyone can disagree,
Traveling through our time,
To what our future will see.

Changes in thoughts, and actions,
Like everything, will rotate with time,
Second chances, or opportunities,
To examine how we think with our mind.

A few words or actions,
Will not immediately change our ways,
Like learning to walk,
A few small step’s everyday.










                                                                       © Tom Maxwell 02/04/07
Zack Ripley Feb 2021
When I left home,
I was broken and bruised.
Daddy took it out on me
When he fell victim to the *****.
I thought when I graduated,
I'd finally get to choose.
Find a world where the bars
played rock instead of the blues.
The day everything changed,
There was a fork in the road.
There was a wise old man,
And this is what I was told.
"If you go to the left, you'll stay in hell.
But you'll get your revenge
when he dies in a cell.
But if you don't want revenge,
go to the right.
You'll travel the world,
you'll make a difference.
But it will be hard to sleep at night."
I didn't even think. I ran to the right.
He told me it would never be the same
If I ever had to come back.
But I was okay with that.
I had everything I needed in my sack.
Five years later,
I woke up alone in bed.
A purple heart hung above my head.
Even though I am where I am today,
I don't regret it.
Because when I go to my grave,
When someone is asked to describe me,
They'll say "he was brave."
Grey Feb 2021
It was a shotgun wedding
and the bullet hit 'em both.
2/25/2021
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.
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