"chosing" poems
Oh to untie you
From the straints of adolescence.
To craddle you
Kiss your closed eyes-
Feel the lashes brush my lips
Softly now like down and spring
Sweet like young breath
You would lean in.
But suddenly-
Filled with flame you would grasp
Become the craddle yourself.
Free from those who bind you
Chosing to bind us instead.
In hate or love
It is all the same
We call it adolesence
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
i just lamented a more complex version of this; i just cannot believe we denote the same thing in order to share an understanding of the same by denoting as such, but when acting we feel so differently about it; imagine the noun iran in the mouth of an american, then picture the verbs subsequent... then imagine the noun america in the mouth of an iranian, then picture the verbs subsequent: words hold as much emotion as actions discard, even though the actions are worded, and the words are almost imaginary when concerned with what iraq was when given belshazzar.
i wonder if as many people would **** or die
for the noun apple, as they do for allah -
say the noun apple... apple apple apple long enough...
will you get apple juice? well no, so if you keep on saying
the noun allah allah... will that thing materialise?
the imaginary atheistic sense
of the word allah, is that humanity
turned the noun allah into a verb
of its own chosing due to man's free will,
i.e., say allah casually over coffee,
now say allah in jihad clothing...
the same noun among diverse verbs...
might as well invent a new grammatical
category of nouns and verbs mingling...
nouverbs... what noun invokes what action,
consolidated in what are excesses of adjectives,
given the quality of a life lived -
the man who casually said the noun allah
in a coffee shop in denmark managed to integrate
into danish society and start up a newspaper...
the man in syria who "casually" said the noun allah
in a coffee shop in syria didn't manage the former...
because his orientation of the noun
changed the path of the sequence of nouns / beheaded nuns,
since the cutting of the word verb,
managed to craft non-verbum-ergo-actio.
in defence of avoiding one’s own mortality,
one speaks against one’s own death,
thus one speaks with the enemy of the people
one shares a life with, for a fake chance of the feeling of prolonging.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Having known war and peace
and loss and finding,
I drink my coffee and wait
for the sun to rise,
With kitchen swept, cat fed,
the day will quiet,
I taste my fifty years
here in the cup.
Outside the green birds come
for bread and water.
Their wings wait for the sun
to show their colours.
I'll show my colours too.
Though we've polluted
even this air I breathe
And spoiled green earth;
though, granted life or death,
death's what we're chosing,
and though these years we live
scar flesh and mind,
still, as the sun comes up
bearing my birthday,
having met time and love
I raise my cup -
dark, bitter, neutral, clean,
sober as the morning -
to all I've seen and known -
to this new sun.
2.2k
1. You told me I am your everything but that is not a load I want to carry.
2. You ask me to be patient but I have given you so many chances I have none left for myself.
3. You only started treating me decently after you had lost me.
4. My fear of hurting you was what kept me from being able to put myself first.
5. Does chosing my own happiness really make me a bad person?
6. Does it really benefit you to blame me for your friends ditching on you because you became the person you are today?
7. Should I believe your countless mentions of how everything is going wrong and how it is all my fault? Shouldn't you be the one responsible for your own life?
8. I thought moving on would be hard but moving on from someone you don't recognize anymore is surprisingly easy.
9. Is a promise still valid when it was made to a completely different person?
10. Thank you.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
Words spoken aloud doesn't constitute voice
Can't force that it's heard, to listens a choice
Whether screamed or whispered no volumes needed to hear
Simply amplifying each word won't obligate one to care
Voices carry a message words alone are too weak
Theres talking out loud then theres chosing to speak
Having something to offer must be desired
For one to deserve the attention required
Is it done to inspire or to satisfy pride
To speak or to listen all arefree to decide
Having freedom is great theres no better way
But it should only be practiced by those with somthing to say
Voices are vehicles with missions at hand
To expand some knowledge over the promise land
Driving this vehicle comes at a cost
To continue the journey no matter whats lost
Our greatest defense, never let down your gaurd
Sorting message & noise can prove to be hard
A message is only such as long as it remains the same
The rules still apply no matter the game
Since noise has its rights theres no option without it
So take all you hear with a reason to doubt it
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
I just want to wake you up
and say I love you again
for wanting to know me.
I just want to wake you up
and say I love you again
for wanting to understand me.
I just want to wake you up
and say I love you again
for wanting to love me.
I just want to wake you up
and say I love you again
for chosing me.
But there you sleep
all quiet and beautiful
so I'll just sneak you a kiss goodnight
and show you just how much I do
in the mornings light.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
The point of differentiation,
not the point of contention,
the point of no return
continuation relative
to knowing subtle forces
ostensibly contained
in the whole truth,
and nothing but,
to which no doubt,
you are personally sworn,
under penalty of cognative
cacaphonic gnosisnot cough
to reembodeize, embody abide
completely centered, self aware.
Then, the fiber that fuses string
theory and determinism hooks
a loop in time's SYTF problem set,
so the set that made young
Earl Russell paradoxically famous,
from now on, one may learn and learn
from now on, until one disintegrates,
dissipates as cloud forms disperse,
to show us how it works, wooly
clouds meeting the reflected wind,
and the winds from the pacific,
pour down one side of my valley
and up the other side, to make those
parrallel feathery shapes one can watch
form on fine days
with nothing needing done,
if the determinists are right, what matters
if I use my time chosing to bend clouds
into vast wings involved in making me think.
Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 5:59 PM UTC
I was so sad
But now I'm mad
There's nothing that can change that,
This time last year
I held you near
And now I'm staying clear,
Too near, too close
Everytime we touched I froze
By the end of that we lost our clothes,
There was no promise of your heart
I got too close, forgot that part
We didn't want to be apart,
I told you how I felt one day,
You told me that you felt the same
From then it all went up in flame,
You held my face
I felt your grace
"You are enough" you told me,
Looked in my eyes
Kissed me so lightly
The world just stopped around me,
You could chose us
Since then you've hurt me more than once
The choice you made just showed your lies,
It's like I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time will need to pass
For us to be ok at last,
Don't think we'll be ok at all
You've added to my big black hole
By chosing her to call your home.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
How dare you?
You are a slow killer
The pesticide, to me, the butterfly
I flutter around freely in the wind
I soak up a drop of your honey
And your hidden poison takes control
The worst part?
You know you are doing it
You know it is happening
You know you cannot do anything
But yet you do not acknowledge it
Me
You are sweet honey poison
The suffering never felt so so amazing
So cruel
What do I do?
I do what I can do
Do you do what you can do?
No, you do nothing
Just sit
Let me chose
Chosing the wisest is always the most difficult
But the wise follow their hearts
Hearting what hurts us
Human correct?
On track you take me
Me, the butterfly
You hold me
Tell me sweet words
And then let the train run through me
The course of your honey poison
I loathe the pleasure so
So I say to you my dearest
**** you.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
There comes a time when you'll have your fill
Of near death experiences induced by fear
When with each thing you do failure is almost sure
Even with spirits high your heart and soul will be in gloom
I know I'll get over this
But this time my poor nerves have reached it's cliff
With the sight of roaring waves beneath my feet
I tremble and cry for this to cease
Living like this is betrayal to life
By this heart can feel nothing but wrath
Cursing the mirror for what it's done
Living in the same cycle as the last one
A friend of mine said only an idiot will fail this test
I hate myself for being the jest
If I have a choice to change this part
Do you think I'll be chosing to be the prank
I wish I know better for faiure to shift away
For a fool to be wiser than before
I wish to cry but no tears fall
Maybe because my heart is crying while my soul rejoice
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 9:22 AM UTC
To the aunt.
To the mother.
To the sister.
To the women that advised you correctly.
Thank them even if you never listen.
To the uncle.
To the father.
To the brother.
Even to a friend.
Thank them for trying to keep you out of the predicament you are in.
The fact is we can listen to advice all day long.
But chosing to ignore them to be independent.
Sometimes find us headed in the wrong direction.
While having many regrets later.
To the preacher.
To the teacher.
Even to a stranger.
Thank them.
For the honest advice they gave to you.
Even if you refuse to listen to the truth.
We all have been told of trouble ahead.
If we don't accept the truth given to us.
Honesty hurts.
When they came from other people words.
Thank them, whoever tried to guide you right.
Cause someone took an interest in your life.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 8:33 AM UTC
I dream of a day
when we are freed from greed
We take not what we want
But we have what we need
I dream of a day
When hope is planted like a seed
It grows and spreads like a forest fire
It shows the path before us
And gives us desire
I dream of a day
When we meet violence
With broken silence
When we treat indifferance
With dicern
And through tolerance
We learn
I dream of a day
When we treat others with care
When we begin to love
And we begin to share
That day has come
My will is done
I am getting little and giving some
I am hopeful without doubt
I am not waging war with word
I am chosing to listen and not to be heard
I am tender and I am kind
I am giving in to surrender
instead of drawing a line
I am loving in the indignation of hate
I am creating a concious fate
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
I was co-joined
By an isthmus of words;
Ringed as an island.
If I walked away,
I was snapped back;
If I rolled over,
I was chosing sides;
Getting dressed
Was a dialogue;
Eating was identical.
But now,
Now that the separation
Has set in,
I'm next to an idiot,
I'm beside myself.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
So, I went to the office and talked to the lady
Behind the desk that's not quite large enough for her.
She told me she'd change my schedule, of course! But-
I would need to substitue the dropped courses with different ones.
So I hmm-ed and I Uhmm-ed and ended up chosing
To help out the librarian and to take a design class.
(The latter was chosen only because I know someone in it,)
I left the office of awkwardness and now here I am,
Writing and waiting, and hoping for graduation
To hurry up and get here.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Out across the high terrain through avenues of sky
Flashing by clear rivers swum perhaps, by you and I.
Crossing cloistered cities clogged by tepid rotten air
Whilst crucified by temperamental knotting of the hair.
Howling at disparity in scowling at the way
We all reacted differently to what they had to say.
Globalising gigabytes of hurt and hate and spite
Despite diverse distention when day obscured to night,
Black and white and brindle mixing hot beneath a moon
Confusing you who rationalise disharmony’s cold tune….
Pause to catch the nuance lost twixt shades of grey and green
Then riot for the kewpie doll to wear the crass obscene.
Raging fields of fire in a world of spleen awash
Antagonised at variance in chosing knife or cosh,
Antagonised disastrously across this sphere of man
Leaving sad distraught, discerning weeping blood into the sand.
M.
16 August 2017
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
Driving at night and watching the city lights flash by,
Going to the lake and napping in the sun, the water quiet just to let us sing,
Walking when it gets dark and not caring about the morning to come,
Watching flocks of birds departing for far far away,
Breakfast with my mom outside while the air is still as fresh as the grass,
Those nights we wanted a huge feast and ended up being too many to fit in tiny kitchens,
My body breaking to the music in crowds,
Bus rides that made my *** hurt for hours,
Sleeping in on sundays, knowing i'll walk to school when the next cold day comes,
Chosing to live everyday,
Not simply existing because I have to hold on for later,
But mostly what i miss is family,
and freedom.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 3:36 AM UTC
On the beach I found a lamp
A lamp. With a genie not filled with sand
So, I did what every normal person would do
I gave it a rub or two
Out popped the genie my palm in his hand
"What do you want I Grant you three wishes as only I can"!
My wish is not just for me
Hoping he sees
And then can finally understand
So what is it your heart desires to me he asked
I can only change the future but never the past
My wish is for peace and love
Why do ask this he asked looking above
In this life I am rich, in life I said quite tame
I want that for everyone, with no one to blame
In a world where greed is drunken with power
Hope lights lanterns, and love gives showers
In a world where time forgot
I want people to remember to love each other for who they are
Not for what they have, or what they got
With a future with such uncertainty
It has to start somewhere, So I am chosing to start with me.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
When one is betrayed
you start to feel afraid.
The one what started it has the upper hand
as you negotiate this strange new land.
Friends and family all wonder why
Surely it takes two for love to die.
"We drifted apart" is shadow of the truth
Because saying 'I cheated' is so uncouth.
Monogamy's limits was privately said
as the reason to declare the marriage dead.
Later denied because it seems so tacky
to be so quick to jump in the sacky.
I know we do not share ideas of right
Nor can I claim superior moral height.
But please be honest to our friends and say,
I threw him out so I could play.
I do not seek to shame
for I share some of the blame
I believed in words and vows and history
how I was so clueless is my mystery.
I can only guess that the chase and capture gives you what I find in love's rapture.
I am sorry for making you pretend
and keep you from what you intend.
I only wish you had not played your role
with such apparent feeling and soul.
For your family is lost and cannot cheer
the latest affirmation that you are dear.
Goodbye and happy chasing the thrill
and I vow to be sure of love that cannot ****
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC