"desicions" poems
inspire...
inspire..yourself to be who you are
inspire..others to speak out about what they believe
inspire..friends to make good desicions
inspire..your parents to except you for you
inspire..outsiders to show people who they are and force society to love them
inspire..artists to draw, paint, and sculpt both the good and the bad both the dark and the light
inspire..criticts to critisize because the truth hurts but helps others to improve
inspire..someone to smile
inspire..someone to laugh
inspire..someone to love
inspire..someone to live the life they want
inspire..purpose for everyone in the world
everyone needs inspiration even those who look as if they dont need it.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 10:26 AM UTC
Give me a hit
Let me bathe in that gin
Got too much ****
laden too heavy with sin.
My *** is my crutch
Broken heart and broken soul
burden too much
now broken down not whole.
give me some poison
let me cure this disease
inside I got a demon
who just won't give me any ease.
something to numb the pain
stop this clawing deep inside
**** my heart **** my brain
my euthanasia satisfied.
I just wanna run and hide
From all the bad desicions
But the demons haven't died
So let's continue to blur vision.
Cause It won't go away
the demon's, here to stay
the pain isn't subtle,
so I'll shut up.
but hand me another bottle.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
You were supposed to care.
You were supposed to be there,
to hold my hand along the way,
to stay, make me feel safe.
You were supposed to dance with me at prom.
Hadn't we been waiting for so long?
You had to be there when I went to college that very first day,
reminding me constantly everything would be ok.
You were supposed to meet my first boyfriend and try to drive him out of town,
but I never expected it to be the other way around.
You needed to be there in my darkest times,
telling me grades are just numbers, I'd be just fine.
You were supposed to teach me how to drive.
Clutch, gear, brake! Don't worry, you'll survive!
You had to be there when physics started being senseless,
"yes it is! It's God's way to show us his Greatness!"
You were supposed to be there when I was performing on a stage,
feeling proud I was finally making a change.
You needed to be there to help me make desicions,
support me while I was transforming my life's vision.
You are still supposed to be here.
You are still supposed to care.
I'm not supposed to feel fear
every time I remember your face.
And I just know it all too well...
You won't be there on graduation
to hug me and show appreciation.
You won't be there when I get my first job,
cheer me up saying "you rock!"
You won't be there to walk me down the aisle
with tears in your eyes and in complete denial.
You won't see how your grandchildren look,
you'll never know if they resemble you.
You won't be there when I achieve my goals,
you won't be there to celebrate them as yours.
So I won't be there when you need me the most.
I won't be there to catch you when you fall.
'Cause you were supposed to care,
to be there and hold my hand.
To act like a real dad,
to the daughter you once had...
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
We die everyday,
Slowly but surely we sink into oblivion
We are so many things at once
Yet all die eventually,
All die, and they are replaced by different things,
So that we become different,
To the point where we don't even remember
Where it all started,
Or where it will end.
We go toward what is unknown
The cold darkness that
Is a lack of consciousness
The inabililty to understand
The world around us any longer.
I am walking on a path,
The surface of it rubs against my feet like sand paper,
Water is all around me cavering the path and lapping at my feet,
Making it so cold that I almost can't feel them
Yet there is always some kind of awareness that says
I must have feet because I am walking.
I grasp onto a skinny smooth railing that floats above the path,
It is my only source of sanity,
And, in itself, could be considered a reality.
There's nothing to see
But the railing;
The angry white tips of tiny waves that crash
Over my feet and the edge of the path
They line the path,
I can see them until they disappear into the dark.
Fear is my only companion.
Another constant to join the white tipped waves and railing.
I have nothing here.
And yet it is all I know,
For what is a human's progression through life
But the following of a path that seems to have no end
And holding tight to the aspects of our lives that never seem to change?
There is no beginning or end in 'life'
And we have little understanding of how we pass through it,
We wish and hope and dream
But do we really know why?
Do we really understand our desicions?
Yet does it even matter to understand anything at all?
We all die
But we don't know why
We don't understand
Why the path never ends
We always yearn for more
But we don't understand what it is we yearn for
We walk on in isolation
Waiting for the end with infinite patience.
We all die
And there is no reason
No answer
To the why.
Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010 at 12:47 PM UTC
Time, what is it really.
How can we truly measure it.
A minute, could be a moment with you.
An hour, could be a lifetime missed.
The lines of time we weave are unreliable
Unattainable
UNFORGIVING.
One wrong step
And there is a wrinkle in that line
Forever
You can’t fix it
You can’t forget it
It will always be there
STARRING
At you
Yet a beautiful teeny tiny moment
The happiest you can remember
It will always be there too
Like a river streaming through you mind
Tinkling its joy to you
For always and never disappearing
But in a single second your time
Your wrinkled and beautiful line
Could
Be
G
O
N
E
What then?
What waits after?
Is there any SURE answer…
Or
ARE
You
Just
Nothing…
Maybe you will float in time
Expended there forever
Not moving
Yet not still
Life in itself is still very unanswered
And so is death
So all we have is an
UNKNOWN
Amount of flowing time
To pass it all by
What is done with this precious
TIME
Are decisions just made
By people like me and you
Wrong
And
RIGHT
But those are questions too
What is right?
And
What is wrong.
A single action
Could define a life
Make it
Or
Break it
It truly all is
TIMES decision…
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 2:43 PM UTC
There were always those nights where her mind went to war with her heart,the fight between what she knew ,what she felt and what she had to do .Sometimes the hardest descions are made under the moon .
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
He says I should stop being kiddish...
What he doesn't know is
That I love this innocence of us
He says go for it ...
Either say or make him do it
N I m here waiting for exact time
He says u both r noob
Well he is right
Maybe that's what makes us stupid enough
to know each other
He says get mature
Take desicions
N I m just pondering
Not to get hurt
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC
Decisiveness is a surefire way to know that I'm upset
If you ask me a question
And I don't linger
Prepare for a later moment where I yell, cry, or am completely silent
I am decisive out of necessity
I am decisive because taking my time is a luxury and I sink into like a bath
I wrap my hands around the bubbles, make myself a hat and ask you: "How do I look?"
If I'm decisive, it's because you've hurt me
And even though I want to take off the seriousness of my desicions like jeans at the end of the day
I risk losing my momentum
I risk losing your respect
Because you don't take me seriously when I'm indecisive
Because that's when I'm most like my myself
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
Of all
the lonely empty people
In this world
I had to to open up to the one
Garenteed to break my heart
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
Hustle and bustle of underground merry plaza showcase, the underbelly, the underlife, the true essence of the show going on at 8, men speaking rhythmically, eating quickly, with waste boxes, recyclables, the news is digestible, a man forages for answers in his phone, digging with his thumbs, and another reaches through the speaker to try to hear the close, the head anchored up, the scarf hanging at the direction towards the sun, oh the glamorous walls and the anxious souls, oh the marble staircase and the jansport backpack, more cleaning services than surfaces, less times more money, more money, less time, time is like money, it freezes and then it flows, what was the expression again? Only the smell of coffee is lucrative, only the stench of ***** diapers, babies, in a place like this, where murmers are murmurs and eat isn't required but fufilled then joked about over digestion, a proper coffee break, he is of an ash tray the men gossip, not directly, but imply, stick to facts but hierarchies fill in like water into a ravine, never obscene, silent struggles to an invisible top held by Rockefeller who is no longer in this world, his spirit keeps some sort of hope driving noses into the pizza lunches, and the limitless contemplaions, the tough desicions, men around coffee are women amidst vultures, who has a higher grasp, whose the one getting cursed, overdone, overpowered, the cards turning in silence, literally in glances, a polite face turns to a disappointed hatred in seconds, perfect, like a diamond
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
Change the pace
they scolded
In and out
Desicions disrupted the route
A little bit more
time
or, pull the trigger
The animal almost woke up
Worried if I would spit
another stupidity
Rehearsing everything
Many ways,
Several times
Negative, or positive
Anxious about the outcome
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
I am the strangest person I have ever met in my life, take the Sybol of the party and put it in my back pocket ironically, looks and desicions, leading to small laughter, leading to pleasent convorsation, leading to anything where anyone can take a breather, take a calm, carry on, hogs roll by then things roll on, the symbols add up, and the symbol of the party seems of a siren, wailing its sorrow, wailing its empty, the empty cab rides, empty expressions l, and entertainment filled with urmmmph and love and drunk, the atmosphere rising, the lovers wanting to clutch closer, the evening never closing, dance a little bit more! Loan out an extra! It's sullen but it's sudden! The spontenaity is flawless, beating the next pack, beating the next maker, making their mark, beating them like eggs whipped with cilantro, you're gone bro, psssssss its possum
In the street! Sitar!!!
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
Well you know
History repeats itself
History is forever
From the stars we're born from
To the dust we become
And more than that
I hate to be smart
When everyone else is dumb
I hate understanding
What no one else can
But science has shown
Our current desicions
Can change the past
Almost like right now
Is a microcosm of forever
So right now
Would you decide you love me?
Its your choice
Its only what you feel
We can be stars together
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
The playground
With series of
Fortunate and unfortunate
Events and opportunities
Along with
Easy and hard lessons
To learn
With each self made desicions
Whether good or bad
To overcome past
But to leave some good memories
At the end
Life
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
There is a mutual understanding
Between two people in pain.
A silent agony lingers
Behind each interaction.
Companionship is only
Distraction. No remedy exists.
Only time can heal
Wounds dealt to the soul.
True beauty is constructed
Out of the ruins of
Hasty desicions and
Long forgotten injuries.
Together in pain
Together we heal.
To know and to be known
Is all that we seek.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC