#nochoice
It was not an easy moment,
nor was it pleasant.
I didn't like to be exhibited
like a product by a merchant.
Then I saw the client—
a man I didn't know,
whom I didn't like
and didn't want
to marry.
Yet the merchant,
devoted to his work,
forced us to meet and speak—
until we knew every part
of each other's life.
We started like
two weak magnets
both of the same pole
—slightly repelling—
then were like
metal and compass—
one pulled to the other,
fatefully drawn.
And so our souls were married,
and soon our worldly bodies
were too.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:08 AM UTC
There ain't no win
not that I can see
it's just a bad episode
where nobody, is free
The Country of the brave
our hearts with no reprieve
chooseing red, or blue
corporately, decieved
Come the day ahead
reading doctored news
we'll learn who's the pilot
that fly's us too
the end
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 9:18 AM UTC
It's not your fault if he doesn't say hi as you walk by.
It's not your fault if she doesn't seem to know you exist.
But it's not their fault either.
It's not your fault if you feel too much or nothing at all.
And if it gets bad, there's nothing wrong with curling up in a ball.
We all need an escape.
This is an important one.
It is NOT your fault if you get addicted to the drugs or the drink.
It's not your fault if you get so stressed, you can't eat, sleep, or think. It's not your fault
Because bad things, confusion, sadness, stress, loss, anger...it happens to everyone. It's not a choice.
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 11:02 PM UTC
What choice have I?
Presented with my dreams in waking light.
What hope have I?
I could not resist you with all my might.
What choice have I?
When looking at your face makes me crumble?
What hope have I?
In your stare I forget to be humble.
What choice have I?
When the years denied me beauty like this?
What hope have I?
When I’d given up on the perfect kiss?
What choice have I?
You’re fire and light of the brightest star.
What hope have I?
I can’t believe just how gorgeous you are.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
I am but a poet
it is sad
but it is true
an my story
is older than time,
back before the age
of everything known
I was already taught
in the rhyme
I must have been born again
and again returned I am
to this thing
I am but a poet true
who's song
is what I must sing
I mean it's not as if it's a choice.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
I'd like to cover
our concrete fence
with white paint all over
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it is right now, choking
with an overgrowth of healthy moss...
i intend to wipe the spreading green
off its surface
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............it seems too cruel, though,
plucking....scraping....or pulling something
.....away from its habitation,
......................its comfort zone
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i thought it similar to something
that had happened a long time ago...
..................it left us with no choice,
.........we had to leave the house
where we were born
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my mother, my siblings and i,
we moved in
....with my aunt and her family,
.....................in a faraway place
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things weren't the same again
.............after my father died...
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Sally
Copyright September 15, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
She will never know that I still love her so
That I would still give her the world if I could afford to do so
All she knows is that I became this ******* and told her to go
So she pushed me away shouting I hope you burn
Not realizing that my heart and soul were already engulfed in flames
As I secretly cried saying I hope you find mr.right
She doesn't know how I spent the rest of that night
That I watched her walk away until she was out of sight
Before collapsing to my knees and began to cry with all my might
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
I kept telling her that she could do better
That what she sees in me is nothing but an allusion of her own making
I just wished she would have opened her eyes sooner
Just so that she could see me as the monster I truly am
So she could see that I actually never gave a ****
That I just used her because she allowed me to
What a selfish ***** I am
I never loved her
Then again...
All of that is a lie
I thought that I could give her the world
That I was the right guy for the job
But...
As time went by I started to realize
That was an allusion of my making
I could never make her smile wide enough
Couldn't really give her enough
Tearing myself apart from the inside out
So ever night I cried myself to sleep
Thinking **** what do I do
What do I do...
Didn't have a clue
So I burned away all her memories of me
Making it seems like I was just a monster who hid behind the scenes
Became something I wasn't to give her a chance
But till this day...
Till this day...
I know I did the right thing
I let her go so she could explore the world
Actually see it with her own two eyes
But still...
I can't help but to cry
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
Her heart pounds uncontrollably
Thoughts are spinning
incessantly
She cannot fathom
a right choice
So she purposely
silences her voice
Why should she go through
pain for others
When no one will walk through fire
for her
Why should she get out of the rain
and thunder
When everyone shows her
nothing but anger
Life is not what SHE chooses,
she has no say
The only choice she can make,
is her dying day
She'll be forgotten
from then on out
Only memories of a
pathetic useless girl
Little did they know,
her pen met paper every night
So she left words of sadness
for the whole **** world
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC