#deliberate
Right when I thought,
I lost it all;
I stumbled upon,
What seemed like a gritty rock.
It lay stranded amid the street,
Apart from its peers in the sand;
I found my reflection in that debris,
Its case struck one as being similar to mine.
I gave it a little punt,
But he hardly shook an inch;
His stubborn self refused to sway or stray.
Day after Day, I returned to his side,
An ongoing battle against his heavy frame;
His irregular shape bore the weight of every strike,
Chipping away the jagged edges of a past I didn't like.
Through weeks of stubborn nudges and kicks,
He shed the grit, the grime, the rust;
Leaving all his fine impurities,
To crumble in the dust.
Until, smoothened down to a rounded core,
I gave him one last desperate budge—
And watched him break his heavy stance,
Refusing now to yield or judge.
He caught the wind, he found his pace,
Free from the friction of the past,
A rolling stone upon the street,
Finally moving, free at last.
For I thought I was stuck with him,
But it was the other way around;
I was slow to realize,
The teachings he had brought.
That day he became a great teacher,
And I his humble student.
2h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 2:49 AM UTC
a play on
me,
the word thought chases me past,
our pasts,
our collective, but uncollected past,
uncollected, un~collated,
we deliberate
separately but equally
thousands of miles prying us apart,
our anonymity preserved,
we are liberated,
sort of, not really,
but here comes the weekend,
and we all are
free at last,
Sort of
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
6 million jews
Possible
8 billion people
Possible
Both Camps
World War
Sun Moon Stars
Both All
Proven
1 step futher
Keyboard
Same
Same Place
Now
Whos not included
ABC
123
Infinite
ABC
123
Un-Opened
So Open
So Step an Type
Investigate
Consider
Concentrate
Invision
Once Opened
All
Silence
Whos bigger
You stuck
Or
You honest
We are not alone
We are caged
Processed Daily
Tested
Worked
No exit
Where is the exit?
Go outside
Close the door
Spread Love
Share
Transform
No Question
Say
We are not alone
Praise Creation
Praise Placement
Praise Chance
Praise People
Give
Recieve
Free
Unite
Its Time
6 million Jews
8 Billion Humans
Whats next Lets ask..
May 31, 2024
May 31, 2024 at 4:07 PM UTC
Comedy and tragedy never seem to be distributed evenly
Not sure destiny would even recognize me
Nor I it honestly
But could it, would it, should it be able too avoid me deliberately?
Surely if I coulda, I woulda and probably shoulda taken it more seriously
I know this is my millionth apology,
That's not lost on me
I'm so sorry that I happen to be so sorry
If you could find it in your heart too forgive me
It'd be
Just another thing that I envy
Endlessly
For all of eternity
©2024
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC
Do not gaze in wonder
Paralyzing completely with one single
Purposeful glance
The depth of your stare affects me more than expected
Sadness in my soul climbs to the surface and escapes my lips with a sad drawn-out sigh
Quiet
Heavy
The nostalgic moments play in head from the carefree days of our youth
With sounds of our four lungs breathing in synchronization the only noise disturbing the comfortable silence dousing the room
The sarcastic smile I have grown fond of lands on your transfixed expression as you state in a simple loving manner
"We do not get along like we used to. I swear there is no one else in the world I would rather have kick my *** than you and your dainty yet damaging fist"
Wanting to one-up heartfelt compliment I reply
"I agree completely, there is no one else on earth who could ever hug me so tight my feet lift off the ground afterwards and have amazing passionate make-up *** with besides you"
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
You want to be manipulated,
you like it this way,
to be robbed from your agency,
to be imprisoned deliberately.
And in the sandbox play as you will,
With known constraints
And known space to fill.
You want it altered just so enough
As to tell things apart,
But to be told where they belong,
Hinted at what’s right or wrong.
And in the new stuff find exhilaration ,
But newness is old news;
Just give them the passion.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
The paths taken
Feel so unforgiving
To hear the words
You say are true
Stand strong and linger
With a bitter taste
Can't you tell what's
Right or wrong
And if the affects
Lay within my reach
Just yesterday
You pulled me in to help
Feel safe
And now your like
The Cheshire cat
And his foolish grin
How can you wear two
Faces at a time
Which one do you feed
At any given time
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
God like beam, your radiance in my eyes
this time is fast going, it’s turned exotic
having fun, I’m the one you want adoring from
right now good as any for a holiday, a fulfilling flash is harsh but alright
save the tender for your talking, waste me like my dreams I hold tight
sullen eyes, I can take you there
past the electric tremolo strings you give my heart, golden
so proud, real dreamy, saying
hope you get what you want, word taking siren
glow of a flame sort of dreamy glow to your face
a sweet and lovely burn, so I let you take over, let you know my mind
going down as stars dull silver like already a memory you
saying never seen such exhausted delighted still eyes, barely afraid but
bravely assured, let me see your soul in the moonlight’s enthrallment
do it your way that means you give me heaven
feeling warm though this breeze is as cold as the loneliness before dawn
where I like to be and always will be, even now
keeping it brave and deliberate
felt you near though I was alone
met all sorts but they can’t shine you out of my mind’s gallery
such music even when I sleep, round my head, waking brings
a strong dose of immersed in the blazing and angel energy, that talk is faith
that walk is true like ice winds
inventive my daring, my deadly find of life, that’s the light you have
and the death you give
show me, show me what you got
I can stay up in distress like a god
for that demand
my deliberate and brave
lethal dose of living sure
for you
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
*I spat feathers from my mouth;
A fall from heaven
Worth the cost of heavenly wings.*
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
I want to be deliberate
with my eyes
mouth
feet
I want someone to see a solid
person when they see me
and not the uncertain
wavering figure
that I am.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
Sickened he was by her bad word choices, special need for
incongruous expressions,words spelled the way she likes,
blanks that can never be filled, invented quotes, fabricated realities,
thunderous **** repeated in intervals, as if each an inlaid jewel,
and then, having no fixed meaning for that favorite word of hers,
nothing more than an intention to denigrate ******
and women as a whole,
a subconscious compulsion, strangely included, her's also in it's ambit.
He understands her compulsion for such expression thus--
fulfillment of some innate need, an expression of her own worthlessness,
resulted from some grave injury of the mind that happened,
sometime early in her childhood, one could guess.
He took the decision to mark her "UNREAD" for ever
with deep anguish of course,after reading her many fine and sane pieces.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC