#chosen
Any pilchard can make you smile
But only a kindred fish can make you happy
The challenge comes in understanding
One can find themselves surrounded by schools of pilchards
Filled with laughter and white noise
One fades into the abyss of one thought
It’s those who notice the small shift
The silent retreat
The distant into the realm of the deep dark sea
Those that throw a line reeling one back to safety and comfort
The one who sits with you
Holds your fin till the storm weathers
If one finds it , cherish it
those are the Steenbras of the sea
You anchored your way deep inside
when the waves come rushing and crushing you are who I look for to shield and swordfish our way through the current
The Galjoen on the outside but a rainbow within .
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
drought, el nino, fire, famine, tsunami, volcanic, earthquake,
war, greed, death,
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 8:12 AM UTC
She told me I was special
I never felt it in her actions
She told me I was chosen
She had personally chosen me over everyone
I felt her fear beneath it
They put me on a pedestal
Only to topple
The fall… my heart shattered to pieces
A building so tall with unknown foundation
A building so narrow with no space,
I have to be unmoveable, unbreatheable, unshakeable
I was to be the standard, the benchmark, the chosen awaited one
I stand tall on top of this tower
With no real connection
I stand to be some trophy, a plastic doll
Making a mistake is unacceptable
If I choose to be a human I am unloveable
The pedestal is a trap
It’s a prison - of servitude
I serve - they praise, they throne me
I demand freedom, speak aloud, express, have feelings
I am flawed, depressed, need medications
They instantaneously dethrone me
But now I am something to fumigate
Once they called me princess.
However unbearable, I bonded with this pedestal
Thought I wasn’t capable for the role
Afraid another girl would inherit the throne
Now I fear she will walk my path
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 5:49 PM UTC
At the edge of the lakes where the roads cross their swords
Is a place that I go when I’ve nothing more
than $1.72 for an Arizona Tea.
But there’s no other place I would rather be
then hanging around with my station family.
There’s a place that I go when I need to **** time
At the corner of Radisson and Cloud.
And even with the rumbling cars it really ain’t all that loud.
It’s a wonderful place to sit down and tag,
though the passerby may call me a ***
There’s still no place I’d rather be
than toking up with my station family.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
The angels come down to late,
their feathers crawling with mites and eyes flat as snakes.
turns out their wings are so white because they use bleach
They came down from the sky, but you think they fell.
The smell of ozone lingers in their skin,
They promise altars and arks;
You ask what god they serve.
"Ours," they say, as if that should mean something
they name you chosen, then count your ribs with cold fingers
Their halos flicker—cheap fluorescence trying to imitate holiness.
The light around them peels paint from walls.
They smell like burnt sugar and something that should have stayed buried.
you dream of them nightly, and wake up missing hours.
They cup your face like a blessing, but their hands are too cold, too tight.
You are not surprised when their throats are torn open,
revealed to be hollow.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 10:40 PM UTC
Don’t worry, I turned off my heart.
I disconnected its valves and
tapped my foot to its last beat.
I repainted the walls of its chambers
a nice neutral color that would
really brighten up the space.
No trace of love.
No trail of grief.
You wouldn’t even be able to tell
that it belonged to someone else.
I spackled the holes left behind,
plastered its cracks, sanded its nicks.
Refinished the worn floors where
too many games have been played.
With any luck, interested buyers
won’t look too closely.
“This one’s got some good bones,”
they’ll say, and marvel at its potential.
I marvel at its potential.
For now though, I’ll turn it off.
I’ll turn it off, if only for me.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 7:00 PM UTC
I want to be chosen.
Finally.
It’s only been a month,
a couple dates.
I feel safe with
You.
I want to be chosen this time.
I want to be someone’s
Something.
I want to be chosen.
By him.
I’ll choose you too.
I hope I’m chosen,
by you.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
i like to think
you found my soul
before i had even
discovered
what it meant
to hand it over.
you whispered
forevermore
like it was a spell,
one you weren't planning
on keeping.
and i believed it.
because your eyes
said it
first.
and now you
walk past me
with that same mouth --
but it never
says my name.
yet i sit
with everything you left
unspoken,
sort of like a story
im rewriting
just to feel
chosen.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
you left with no signal,
flying high, eagled eyed,
peering down at
all the towns
you passed over,
blue through burning
but never stopping, stilling
to listen but not hearing
those other throbbing tunes
playing in back of black rooms
oh, how you concealing
the ambiguous depths,
of ***** deals squealing,
the mess of contradictions
you can’t help revealing,
leaving rust, dimming dust
full in on the chokehold
of others hands upon my heart
still
your hearts are throbbing
in synchronization to
the river flowing of my
words needy & begging
for a timely releasing by,
in anticipation of ending
the sun’s confinement
on the other side of the
dark perimeter of the planet
where poets dare to tread
knowing the jeopardy to
themselves when their truths
are outed by the light shedding
come the morning’s birthing
11:44pm
2/28/25
can you guess what movie I watched last?
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 1:04 PM UTC
Oh yes, I am chosen.
Before the foundation of the world, He knew my name,
Set apart was I, by the hand of the Almighty,
Chosen not by my might, but by His grace.
I walking in His promise, sealed by His love,
An heir to a Kingdom that reign supreme.
They asked, “Who are you?”
I said, “I am a vessel of onto glory,
I am vessel onto honour,
A vessel of He who is the “I am that I am.
A light in the darkness, called to be bold.
For the Lord Himself laid upon me His glorious purpose,
Crafting every one of my trials into testimony.
Through every storm that comes my way, I am not alone,
His Spirit is my anchor, my shield, my song.
He said to me child, you are chosen!
Oh yes, I am CHOSEN!
I am, A CHOSEN!
Not by the will of man, but by the call of God,
Whispered into life existence a destiny divine,
His breathe gave me life.
When the world tries to tear me down,
I stand firm, clothed in His strength and righteousness.
No weapon formed against me shall prosper,
For the Lord is my fortress, my champion, my Redeemer.
He said to me child, you are chosen!
Oh yes, I am CHOSEN!
I am, A CHOSEN!
His word is my foundation,
His truth is my guide.
I walk by faith, not by sight,
For I know the One who goes before me.
For he is the equal of no man or being.
Even in the valley of shadows,
I fear no evil, for His rod and staff comfort me.
He prepares a table for me in the presence of my enemies,
My cup overflows with His goodness and blessings.
He said to me child, you are chosen!
Oh yeah, I am CHOSEN!
I am, A CHOSEN!
Not for my glory, but for His,
A witness to the world of His unending grace.
By His blood, I am redeemed,
By His hand, I am led.
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
When you know it's not you
Then you’ve known another
But is it friend or foe
For you or against you
Your saviour or jailer
Your master or helper
It may oppose but it's not enemy
It rather flatters for pride leads to fall
Perhaps it's neither for you nor your foes
But for itself as it befits its own
If asked it will say it is what it is
And what another may say I don't know
Aug 8, 2024
Aug 8, 2024 at 1:04 AM UTC
Don’t speak unless spoken to.
The weak is not broken too.
This week I woken you.
My heart is enclosed it remains open to view.
You didn’t choose me, I’m life’s chosen few.
With the ability to cope with you as we coexist.
I’m here to talk just in case you need the assist.
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 9:06 PM UTC
Known before I was even born,
In Your love, I was carefully formed.
You saw my days before they came to be,
You knew my purpose, my destiny.
In the secret place, You knitted me,
A masterpiece, fearfully and wonderfully.
Your eyes beheld my unformed substance,
With love and intention, You shaped my essence.
Before I took my very first breath,
You had a plan for my life's quest.
You called me by name, You knew my worth,
You ordained my steps upon this earth.
In Your book, all my days were written,
The moments of joy, the trials I'd be smitten.
You saw every tear, heard every cry,
Your loving presence, always nearby.
Known before I even spoke a word,
You saw the depths of my heart, unheard.
Your thoughts toward me, they are so kind,
You're the One who knows me, inside and out, refined.
In my weaknesses, You bring forth strength,
In my doubts, You lead me to a greater length.
You know my struggles, You understand,
In Your loving arms, I find refuge and stand.
Known before I even knew myself,
You saw my potential, my hidden wealth.
You called me out of darkness into light,
To shine Your love, with all my might.
Amen, Amen, let my soul proclaim,
That I am known by You, in Your holy name.
May my life reflect Your love and grace,
For I am known by You, embraced in Your embrace.
Jul 12, 2023
Jul 12, 2023 at 8:56 PM UTC
Are we only spiritually one
A glide or mask
Love burning task
Chosen red brick
Dreaming what's real
Or forever to be tricked
Building sea castle home
The chosen one alone
* * * * *
Is the chosen one cleverly smart?
What's truly inside our hearts
Only one wish*
Stars and the moon rush
Shinning on one thought
Cheeks glow feather light- blush
Like unique creation
* * * *
Follow your mission
Be happy make a
new transition
The chosen one
Jun 13, 2023
Jun 13, 2023 at 5:35 PM UTC
The making of every man begins before the union of the cell of his mother with that of his father; one thing leading to another
This always lies on strings of varied decisions which needs to meet in one way or the other for destiny to balance on in order to get to her creating destination
Before mine, some ***** went down the drain with some pain; a sign of womanhood and fertility
Before mine, some sea of men only flowed in and out because there was none in the house to recieve any of those cells to grow and make it out alive
So they returned a waste
At all those times when pulses elevated beyond normal and hormones of the souls which brought about my existence went busily crisscrossing each other to get the job done,
Those fallen ones were expendable decoys sacrificed to achieve emotional satisfaction
It was so, many times but my time was not cos destiny had it all planned and that plan got my batch to come at the right time
Scientists say it's the fittest and quickest that makes it out as another human but my case was so different
On that day
In the council of those brothers and sisters
The floor was given to each of us to make a case on the reason to be the one to go out in flesh
We all had the opportunity and everyone made a case
Each one of them presented intellectually satisfying arguments backed by illustrations that made decision making a difficult one
Finally the platform was given me and the room was so quiet you could hear the even the humans outside at the time
"I don't have a thing I can say I'm going out there to do in particular", I said
"I'm representing you all"
"The educators, I will be there for you
The health enthusiasts ,your job will be done
The other humanitarians, am going out for you"
"The intellectuals, trust me
The musicians, your songs would be heard
The artists, I will be there to uncover your insights
The spiritual ones, the work is going to be done
The poet's your works will definitely see the light of the days
The athletes and sports personalities, I will put in my best to represent you"
After everything, the applause said it all and the rest is history
Therefore when the going gets tough and giving up seem the easiest option, I remember I'm not here for myself
I'm a representative of a batch of brothers and sisters who never made it out alive
Though scientists say it was a race, mine wasn't
I didn't race, I was chosen
Mar 29, 2023
Mar 29, 2023 at 7:07 AM UTC
His right is right
And so's His left.
His burden's light
Despite its heft.
Easy's His yoke,
And, I attest,
A spirit broke
Is also blest.
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 5:37 PM UTC
The ones who accepts you for who you are no matter what
The ones who'll travel through all of time and space just to save you
The ones who'd do anything for you to be in their life
The ones who would do anything to see you smile
The ones who stayed up all night worrying cause they care about you
Their the ones who's family whether or not of it being a chosen one or by blood
Cause That's What Love Is
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 7:36 AM UTC
When you´ve never been the chosen one in younger years,
And you still aren´t the chosen one in adult years,
It feels like a lifelong grief
That´ll never end...
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 3:53 PM UTC
I pity the flower who is chosen
her craftsmanship wasted
beauty nor skill will save her
if a human hand picks
it is not lucky to be chosen
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
Words still unspoken
Hearts remain broken
Ever since the moment
I was not chosen
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
Even a prey can capture a predator.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC