"indecisions" poems
Perhaps we have no control
of our destinies
that all our choices
are preconceived
and if we are to
make the wrong
indecisions
they all lead to
similar conclusions
and choice is merely
a delusion
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window panes
There will be time
There will be time to prepare a face
To meet the faces that you meet
There will be time to ****** and create
And time for all the works and days of hands that lift a hand to drop a question on your plate
Time for you and time for me
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And time for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
If I could
I would
But I can't
So I won't
--Be the carpenter to the building up of your ego.
--Shower you with confident praise, umbrella you from dissident things.
--Figure out the high and low moods of an adrenaline *****
--Nod in agreement, like a court jester, to the latest exploits of a drama queen.
Its a constant chore I abhor just to get you up and moving out the door.
Push you out the nest to fly,
throw you in the water to sink or swim, to try.
It's what we do when children are all grown,
NOT what we do for girlfriends who are afraid to leave home or be alone.
It's not a keeping score point system where I'm giving more than I'm getting. Its more of a witnessing to the feeling of the allowing and the letting.
If I could
I would
But I can't
So I won't
-- pave a yellow brick road through your misgivings.
--Smooth off the edges of your indecisions.
--Give you the cowardly lions courage he got from Oz.
--Lie to boss Hog that your sick in bed.
-- Tweezer out the splinters of your perceived injustices.
If I could
I would
But I can't
so I wont
Cottle you, bottle you, can't promise you or promote you. Must remove you and remote you, no longer develop you or devote you. Your on your own.
And in the end, dispite what I do and the might that I do it with... the final road is one we walk alone.
I have to let you go now.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC
The butterfly flutters in the skies
looking for a mere complication
to a place where the sun smiles
below the daily mediocre waves
where all tunes same frequency
the multitude parades in lines
sinking in unproven priced lies
moving all along in a rollercoaster
In upward current the levelled high
In downward demotion the trips
As we drool on the bonded chains
In upheaval of lame indecisions
Casting all there is and there is not
Must we sacrifice all we have got
The body that chooses to give and live
A soul in forests waiting to soar
A mind carrying more than it bears
On this holy ground that sink below
where faith is grass that withers
and hope is a rainbow that fades
The blooded paths painted in red
oozing confusion and utter misery
Shall we wait for the embellished heroes?
To teach us how to be and survive
Police bark and robots deployed to shoot
Civilians protest on injustice and inequality
we all beaker and peck the sainted patch
Humanity is our freedom and grace
a tapestry blended by colours and cultures
a oneness painted and screening liberty
The authentic texture of raw love and truth
tainted by patriotism and indocrination
Networks channel and harvest poor yields
whilst we beaker with heated controversies
I, you, we all breath the same scented air
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Girl don't falter...
I know out moments aren't meant to last forever.
You gave me ur all..
Still I surrendered,
Shattering our happily ever after...
Girl don't falter ..
It may be too soon..
But, please remember all the memories we've spent together..
I really did my best and tried to be stronger for us...
I was devoured by my indecisions
and you were blinded by your heart
Girl don't falter..
I know I was at fault
You and I both know its over
Im sorry dear, Im lost at words.
I've lose you
I've lose you..
I always say do not falter..
In the bitter end I was the one who did.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
Bianca Lorenzo
Your pretty wings stretch farther than the arms I long to hold
to fly into the breathe that speaks of sultry whispers in my ears
is what I dream of.
Your eyes can't reach my beauty
my soft exterior won't allow it
I seek the remedy that allows my heart to beat when i can't see you
so I close my eyes to feel the strokes that part my indecisions
Love took time by storm when it left us alone in quiet rooms
you leave my tongue heavy with the words that I can't roll out
and my heart beats in intervals of two
once for me
and once for you...
James Desire
Reach for the sky
so that these pretty wings may carry you too
because we both dream of a shared solitude
that would ignite our souls and express our passion
so why not make our dreams a reality...
Steel chains cage my heart
with a lock in the middle that requires your touch
free me and reveal everything that the smile contains
hidden inhibitions that call out your name
Our bodies rage in responce to each others animalistic phase
a struggle to tame our hearts begin whenever we reach this stage
so i'll give you all my love
and feed the beast that resides within us both
so we can both find ecestacy in each other....
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
Only yesterday that your glass blew
The flame was burning untouchable
The disk spinning fast, un-reversible
No home in a town so inhospitable
A world where questions are daft
Drafted to unravel an inbuilt psyche
I stand out in the jungle countryside
Strumming listening to “wild world”
Each rhythm a wavy walk on a path
Steps and strolls always sidetracked
The poppy field faded in sheen redness
When it turned cold and bled sourness
It was me who was left by the riverside
I sat by the bank and dreamed away
Then viewed my mirrored reflection
Melted in indecisions and intricacies
Extreme ongoing cognition appraisals
Silenced in the sound of the stillness
The flash of the grassed field called me
Embraced me as I paraded on the verge
A resolving embrace of a stab erased
I plead not to be understood or wanted
For these riffles are fixated on our heads
Bolted in our thoughts, wants and desires
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
she tells me she wants to go to the beach
on a day where we may each have the time off
i tell her "of course, i'd love to"
when really in my head i want to tell her
"i would take every **** day off just to go anywhere with you".
the beach, DMV, a gravel parking lot, my mother's abandoned apartment, her father's old high school, the desert, a hospital waiting room, her wealthy indecisions.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
I stand on the edge of a cliff up high in
The Heavens, surrounded by thick, gray
Clouds, and I’m blinded by the dense fog.
I feel myself being levitated higher into the
Heavens and thrown by an Evil Force, and I
Tumble through the endless darkness and
I land on a boat braving the tides of indecisions
And fear of the past, present, and future, and
I am tossed violently by the hopes, dreams,
And expectations. I paddle deeper into the
Endless ocean with neither an oar nor a sail
And the tides pulls me under and I gasp for
Breathe as I struggle to keep my head above
The water. I become more overwhelmed with
Every crashing wave and my boat fades away
Into the horizon and the fog grows thicker
Until I’m entirely blinded by all the “what ifs”
And the “maybes”, and suffocated by all that
“Could’ve”, “should’ve”, and “would’ve”.
I wait for a light to break through the dense
Fog, calm the tides, and to carry me back to
Where it all began. I pray to whoever will
Listen so I can be saved from this endless
Storm. With every tick and tock of the clock,
I grow more anxious and I begin to sweat.
I wonder if this is reality or if I am dreaming so
I open my eyes and I’m free falling through
The endless funnel of ominous, gray clouds
And my eyes grow bigger as I realize that this
Is not a dream but rather a nightmare that
I cannot escape not matter how hard I try.
It’s a monstrous, endless nightmare that
Has taken control of my mind and my life
And the worst part is: it’s all in my mind.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
Violets are red
Roses are blue
Gloves are for feet
Hands go in shoes
Pants hang on flagpoles
Flags hang out of pants
Water is for mopping
Save it on fake plants
Hungry people eat
Starving people starve
Recycled paper saved the forest
Just another product to be carved
Park benches are for bums
Parking lots are for the homeless
Raise taxes to give to the needy
Makes more people jobless
Live flowers to the die-ing
Dead flowers to the sewer
Ghosts are imaginary
Walk around the grave to be sure
Bomb at home injures just one
Mass riots ensues
Bomb at the neighbors kills hundreds
Lets review the latest shampoos
Rap is black
Country is red
The old live longer
But the schools are dead
Think outside the box
Draw inside the lines
I'll make my own indecisions
And let my own colors shine
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 1:48 AM UTC
Three days absent of sleep.
Three days deprived of food.
Three days without direction, function, and moral collection.
Three days spent swallowed whole in the depths of plausible correction.
Oh my sweet, I fear no fate can contain this inevitable fear
buried tightly within my chest.
Concaved isolation,
bitterness consumed the best of me.
72 hours of solitariness.
72 hours of repression.
72 hours of apprehension.
72 hours of loss of consciousness.
Whispers of evergreens
chant to me.
Beige stained sheets become
nothing more than a distant memory.
Three months without you.
Three months desperate for lips,
which once caressed my *******
Three months stripped of scalloped palms, and
crazed for circles traced across my neck.
Three months craving ocean eyes
softly speaking, “we’ll be alright.”
Warm baths filled to the brim
creamy, and delicate skins
while Chopin’s ballad danced in the twilight.
Forever delude us.
Forever spoil us.
Still 13 weeks without you.
13 weeks craving the vibrations of gentle breath,
humming me to sleep, silently sooth me.
13 weeks without fingertips tangling fine locks,
morphing into screams of our names
13 weeks without sideways smiles,
rich and modest, but assertive with simple grins.
13 weeks lusting after charcoal hair nuzzled in my chest,
Alluring arms wrapped around me.
The burden of our romance weighs my mind.
Yet, let us go make our visit, I say
to yellow smoke that lingers on streets and window-panes.
It’s time for indecisions, maybe a hundred visions with
Intoxication to bury us, exhilaration to uncover us.
There will be time to wonder, “Do I dare?
Do I dare fall back into the abyss of my mind?”
There will be time,
‘till voices wake us.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
And she ran
through the hollow peaceful night
a juxtaposition
to her mangled thoughts
and indecisions
She ran
hair un-brushed
the laces of her tattered Vans
untied
She ran bra-less
She did not give one ****
She ran to her mother's
old hatchback
away from men who longed to hold her
but didn't
from the abilities
that escaped her
diluted by the thick fog of apathy
that never lifted
And she drove through the dark
the radio dead silent
hearing only the crackles of
her own whimpering
Wondering
why God broke her so
Why the stars were misaligned
Through the windy roads that
would otherwise thrill her
but now
Until the bonnet
Passionately kissed the gum tree
POW
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to ****** and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go 35
Talking of Michelangelo.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
1.
Then comes the day when
I on a clay-tiled floor lie spread-eagled,
a box of chess pieces toppled over the checkerboard,
wracked by phenomenal indecisions--
should it be the rook, the bishop, the pawn?
Oh from all directions checkmated!
2.
And at sunset,
when the birds on tired wings fly to roost
and the whole earth is suffused in a golden glow,
a door opens
at the far end of a dark corridor.
Light skids down the floor,
like skaters sliding down a silent slope.
Words vanish to open a void...
The strains of a poem
trip lightly in!
3.
Was it long ago, or just yesterday?—
In a flickering moment of revelation,
when the distant lighthouse swung its beam
past my windless sail,
did I quiver?
Like this, did I quiver?
Was it the chill on the open seas?
Or, was it
your soft tread on my cabin floor?
Do I remember? Don’t I remember?...
4.
At your touch
I turn a bubble,
a bubble,
balanced on the tip of a thorn,
On this windless evening!
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
this is how i want to live in
this is how i want to live in
white clouds and burial mounds
to cloud my indecisions fake lights
would bury me despite my own addmissions
but im the onee thats aglowing gun
when their shovels meet the skin
over dreamless mouths never
been forgiven snakes start out livid
screaming love all of your feelings
but they circle dead in readingvein faced stories from hearts that
they believed in
how can i still see them ?
thats what i could nvr sleep in
pale lights touch you like dead inside
and never let u leave them
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
..and it hurts
when the blades flash
and blood spurts.
See the face
watch the glass
then smash the mirror
watch as cracking up you'll pass
into the seething red hot boiling mass of indecisions.
Incising with precision and then it's too late
any hate you ever had against yourself
your mum or dad is dripping then it's gone.
Who said life goes on?
it does maybe
you cannot,did not,would not see
the sympathy that wrote itself upon the stone
when laid at rest
three miles from home
in St. Marys churchyard and you thought life was so hard
it's harder now
but not for you.you flew away
leaving family to pray and cry.
...and the awfulness of wondering why or what they said
that brought you to this
dead end
full stop
final resting place.
But you know different,don't you dear?
there's no resting place for you in here.
Like there,
you're just a square peg in a rounded hole
another lost and weary soul.
..and you're not going anyway to anywhere
no floating through the air like you read in some ghostly story book
no angels come to tuck you in
you're on your own again
but this times it's for keeps.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
We are the "What if's, could we
have done better with our lives,
"What if, we had thought with
our mouths not with our minds?
"What if's, they plague our ever
moments of give and take. "What if,
we didn't rationalize our every
constructed moments and were like
a breeze of I'm going to do that.
Not held back at that moment of
indecisions and descend
statically on our conscience.
"What if I hadn't wrote this?
But I went with what I knew was
needed. Never once A given thought
except in words on paper that
"What if,
No one reads this, then that's their fault.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
you wake up
you can feel it
you can make sense of it
it grasps you, it’s heavy
acknowledging what it wants
it takes hold of you
******* every average trend that you possess
to produce this vapid lifeless individual
you call human
that you have become.
no matter how far you run
it will always chase you
its not any fun
just that step ahead
waiting for your faults and indecisions
you try for a desperate attempt to resist
but it has you
you surrender
you sit…alone...
it takes over.
Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 10:39 PM UTC
between your indecisions
you lie lovingly
for my ravaged tongue
to taste the forbidden fruits of the gods’ labor
so that you may be happy
during the summer evenings
i shall squeeze every last drop
till you’re pleased
intoxicating they are
your garden grows
its untouched lovely fruit for you and I
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
Now circled by the fact,
that your presence is within,
to touch and to sense,
was inevitably seen
And it is there,
It may have momentarily left,
Admitted that I lost a fight,
eyes blind and ears deaf.
I was wrong when I decided,
so wrong that it hurts.
that I lost my head, my grasps,
to the one I wanted most.
to the one who never changed,
in spite of my indecisions.
to the one who's always there,
in spite of the danger
in spite of shortcomings,
I see your eyes on me,
I see your lights gazed,
that you want to fix me,
you've guided and cared,
as if it's one sided.
intangible matters,
never really mattered,
Never realized your worth,
until you solidified it
after a long time off,
love felt as it is.
Now I am standing at your door,
Realizing the things I have missed.
will you accept a new start,
and call this as a promise?.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 5:53 AM UTC
Spinning indecisions
Thicken the air like a choking lung;
Gagging on grotesque gaping
Voids of uncertainty.
Spiraling swirls of sedation
****** a dizziness in my head,
And spreads throughout my body
In a chaotic calm of all encompassing captivation.
I'm sinking, I'm rising
I'm floating, I'm buried.
This world is smothering my soul,
Yet giving myself something to attach to.
Parasites.
Stomach aches,
Brain spaces and emptiness...
Endless question marks.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
I am a circle:
definite indecisions
looped in an array of
implausible logics and standard
reasonings -within their composition
quasi-quarks with peculiar quirks
like most anything-
I want to do how others do
I want to want how they do too
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
Indecisions between a dream and the girl of my dreams
I keep telling myself that there's always better things
You start to neglect what you have and regret it the moment it leaves
For me, it was always the ocean but only one fish in the sea
I know I said a lot of things that you know I didn't mean
My heart got broken so many times and yet I blamed you for everything
And I know it's been a while but I still feel like I'm the only one struggling
I wasn't at all entitled but you made me feel like a king
I'm sorry I tried to change you
You can hate me but I won't blame you
If I told you that I'm different now would you give me back the same you?
I know you deserve better
I know you're moving on as I'm writing this letter
As I'm pretending that I'm fine like I don't want us together
While I've been shoving this loneliness aside like I'm the one doing better
It's all a mask, can't you see that there's a heart with your name?
All you gave me was love but all I gave you was pain
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
No, I will not be undecided
When those indecisions flourish
Into thorn bushes with no roses
Why should I stay insecure
If my doubts might dig a hole
For me to which be stashed in
I can already feel my strength faltering
Like looking up at the sky on a foggy day
With the sudden realization that
All the birds and planes are gone
And the sky is void of life
But I will not let the clouds hover
No, I made my decision
I love him, **** it, and no one else
The thorn bushes will not faze me
Shall I reach in the tangle
For a rose
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC