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Just wandering in my head
Amongst confusing emptiness
Complete isolation a
Kind loneliness that
Sings derisive laughter
Onto a burdened soul in
Need of placidity

Pieces of broken heart
Out of my control
Lost in my mind
Lacking gravity
Outside in
Consciously imploding silently
Knowing nothing certain
Looking upon you, through my blue eyes, but I can't lie and say it was unintentional nor did your imagination make me up, Let's never say goodnight nor stop after the virtual sunlight. - Venjencie Clifton Arnold
My dearest Omni, let it be me.
A little collab as a rey to Omni's "Unintentional" https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3844007/unintentional/
I hope he doesn't mind.
We strive to drift
On these cliff
Which we struggle to cruise
In reach of our goals

Scars in our feels
Journeys on our feet
In which hope peels
And **** the abuses
We ever feared

Paper preaches our existence
Life rob our occurrence
In a world of oneness
Manipulated by our weakness

Oh dear Women,
The wake has come
To coil our unionism
To roar our attribute
That stand tall on us

Never alone should you feel
As a whole we exist
To heal our struggles
In realm of our cliff.
In celebration of international women's day, I celebrate the beautiful ladies I know and globally.
md-writer Sep 2019
Take care that life does not pass you by
in the busy moments of our finity.

Time cannot be regained when
once it has flown. No hope is
there for the moments spent in anger,
silence unlovely, and the heady
disunion of words spoken in haste.

Let every movement be made as if through
a fast-moving river, and you walk
against the current,
in danger every moment of
being swept away.
Denise Uy Apr 2019
just drop the shovel
you are not a dead person
it's not your turn yet
Desire Dec 2018
One choice is all it takes...
to make or ruin our lives,
and apart from grace,
it's hard for one's soul to survive
theft, death, or ****,
or other reasons that make it hard to rationalize, or mediate -
many minds destroyed by disturbing disasters that devastate
us,
distorting truth, love, and hate,
sometimes they break our beings;
We can't contemplate these feelings.
Is this our fate?
For some, it unfortunately becomes fatal.
For others, there's a faith that saves,
making a way when we're unable,
to move.
Regardless of one's belief or views,
lets look back at what's being presented before you on the table:

One choice is all it takes...

As the suspect or victim,
we pick our choices and choose how to deal with our given circumstances,
to include the circumstances we didn't choose to be in, or begin with, in the first place.
Even when things happen outside of our control
We control our choices and responses,
as everything unfolds,
and for some choices, come consequence -
the thing we say someone's gotta own
up to, and rightfully so...
So may we have an awareness of ourselves
and arch attention or focus to
making better choices, because
One choice is all it takes...
[be intentional]

"You can't take back what you've already done or been through, but you can choose how to deal with it, and you can make choices for the betterment of the circumstance, of yourself, and of others... choose wisely, and know that we're created for good works..." - Desire R.
XVIII. Choose Wisely
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"You can't take back what you've already done or been through, but you can choose how to deal with it, and you can make choices for the betterment of the circumstance, of yourself, and of others... choose wisely, and know that we're created for good works..." - Desire R.
Yusof Asnan May 2018
knowing him was
her choice.
With all the
worst the had
happened,
She chose to
carry on.
She stood strong.
Even when broken.
He came like
wind,
Gentle and
natural;
To her skin.
Filling every
gaps of void,
of once she
called heart.
He's nothing new,
Yet different
entirely.
For she could
feel more;
Know herself
more.
Knowing him was
intentional.
Loving him; No.

-HIY
My dad said break a leg.
If any of you have
a broken leg, don't believe.
Visited our healing
in the fact of dad's acting
center. Body/works in you.
A neighbor had a broken leg,
are likely to know my
old house and my dad. So,
wife, if you have been in
like I thought, but it
recently, you are also
not in, but his wife is out.
Likely, to know she tore
some poems of mine, but I
ligaments in her ankle.
Blah blah Jun 2017
Did i told you ?
"you hurt me"
Yes,  you heard me right, you hurt me.
With every action of yours.
Intentional or unintentional,
You should know they were destructive.
Did i told you ?
"I got physically tired, and emotionally drained.
Yes, you heard me right you drained my emotions leaving me empty.
With every word of yours.
Intentional or unintentional,
You should know they were devastating.
Did i told you?
"how much i cried that day"
Yes, you heard me right, you made me cry, getting me on my knees, as i listened to my own voice like a helpless distressed child, the muscles of my cheeks trembled.
With every step of yours.
Intentional or unintentional,
You should know they were terribly crushing.
Did i told you?
"I lost my spirit"
Yes, you heard me right, you theft my spirit, leaving me numb, with thoughts of ending my life for there's nothing left.
With every statement of yours.
Intentional or unintentional,
You should know it was shattering.
Yes i did told you, it was just you never understood. Your actions, your words,  your statements ,****** you,
You, yes you,
You turned out to be a blithe sadist.
I occasionally
skip a beat
just
to watch you falter.
© 2012  J.J.W. Coyle
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