Poems About Choices Seeking Honest Critique
#choices
Hereditary
I'm destined to fail
Both parents unsuccessful
Can I make a change?
Both parents unsuccessful
Can I make a change?
#hope
#motivational
#uplifting
#choices
#risk
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Illogical
Unless you are a fireman or woman
Rushing into a burning building is
Like jumping from an airplane
Without a parachute
Both defy common sense
Rushing into a burning building is
Like jumping from an airplane
Without a parachute
Both defy common sense
#fire
#choices
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12 Comments
Gumshoe
Gas can, residue,
and fingerprints
fall in detective's lap
arson investigation
heating up now
and fingerprints
fall in detective's lap
arson investigation
heating up now
#choices
#job
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I Moved To Someplace Warm
When this
one noticed
that the
weather turned cold then
so did your love, I
moved to someplace warm
and get
away from
you both.
one noticed
that the
weather turned cold then
so did your love, I
moved to someplace warm
and get
away from
you both.
#friendship
#fiction
#dialogue
#vanity
#choices
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Tombstone of Anxious Chris
Chris
-
His single
Choice cost
Everything
-
His single
Choice cost
Everything
#anxiety
#choices
#death #fear
#death #fear
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'The Selfish Man's ADHD"
It’s raining…
The smell is one of the best aromas. I can feel the coolness in the air.
I’m in a desolate land where no one, not even my past, can get near.
The voices are gone, and all that’s left is you.
You, who I’ve put to the side, while I try to learn how to arise to the task I can’t seem to fully satisfy,.
I feel like Hellen Keller because, as much as I see and hear it, it never gets through, and I can’t see it clearly.
In your eyes, I see the tears. Flood gates that are about to burst from the pressure.
Once, these eyes were so full of love. Are...
The smell is one of the best aromas. I can feel the coolness in the air.
I’m in a desolate land where no one, not even my past, can get near.
The voices are gone, and all that’s left is you.
You, who I’ve put to the side, while I try to learn how to arise to the task I can’t seem to fully satisfy,.
I feel like Hellen Keller because, as much as I see and hear it, it never gets through, and I can’t see it clearly.
In your eyes, I see the tears. Flood gates that are about to burst from the pressure.
Once, these eyes were so full of love. Are...
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
#choices
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Everything in Moderation
Living within your means is a different measure to each individual
Because excessive desires can lead down darker paths
If we want to experience peace and tranquility
Then we should practice control
If you try to keep up with the Joneses
You’ll find that this is nothing but a fleeting illusion
It’s as if material things won’t bring happiness
It rather creates an ending hunger
Always craving for more
In striving for moderation
I began to understand the definition between of want versus need
That from time to time I can indulge...
Because excessive desires can lead down darker paths
If we want to experience peace and tranquility
Then we should practice control
If you try to keep up with the Joneses
You’ll find that this is nothing but a fleeting illusion
It’s as if material things won’t bring happiness
It rather creates an ending hunger
Always craving for more
In striving for moderation
I began to understand the definition between of want versus need
That from time to time I can indulge...
#LifeGoals
#wisdom
#choices #NaPoWriMo2024
#choices #NaPoWriMo2024
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Sanctuary in Shadows
In the heart of revelry, beneath Bourbon's neon glow,
I danced, amidst spirits of joy and tales of woe.
Big Daddy's, our stage a world both fierce and fair,
A realm where shadows danced in the sultry air.
Thirty years on that floor, where dreams and demons meet,
Witness to lives that twirled on the edge of bitter and sweet.
The veil thinned, revealing energies dark and wild,
Yet around me, a sanctuary guarded me tenderly and mild.
Guarded by unseen forces, in the night's embrace,
I moved untouched, through time and space.
The abyss beckoned,...
I danced, amidst spirits of joy and tales of woe.
Big Daddy's, our stage a world both fierce and fair,
A realm where shadows danced in the sultry air.
Thirty years on that floor, where dreams and demons meet,
Witness to lives that twirled on the edge of bitter and sweet.
The veil thinned, revealing energies dark and wild,
Yet around me, a sanctuary guarded me tenderly and mild.
Guarded by unseen forces, in the night's embrace,
I moved untouched, through time and space.
The abyss beckoned,...
#memories
#acceptance
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
#SelfWorth
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Oracularity
The French gave us the word cliché
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
and so to honor Gallic grace
let's urge cliché to be passe
so no more discourse will debase
from any verse or any pen
where some foreseeable trauma
repeats its ugly life again
to flare into a melodrama,
or kindle more calamity
with ideation raised anew
antipodal to amity
which most of us already knew...
but still would not associate
a lack of tact with repeat fate.
#anxiety
#suffering
#apathy
#choices
#PersonalGrowth
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Rusty Ralph
I met him on a dancefloor
Rusty Ralph was his name
I didn’t even find him attractive
And yet I invited him in all the same
He had a shiny bald head
With slightly yellowing teeth
Overgrown nails to accompany
The chaotic grin between his cheeks
I’m pretty sure he took advantage
And became a gaslighter soon enough
Tried convincing me, it was me all along
Who tried to take him home from the gaff
I should’ve ended it much sooner
But would I listen, Of course I would not
As always, I like to push...
Rusty Ralph was his name
I didn’t even find him attractive
And yet I invited him in all the same
He had a shiny bald head
With slightly yellowing teeth
Overgrown nails to accompany
The chaotic grin between his cheeks
I’m pretty sure he took advantage
And became a gaslighter soon enough
Tried convincing me, it was me all along
Who tried to take him home from the gaff
I should’ve ended it much sooner
But would I listen, Of course I would not
As always, I like to push...
#regret
#men
#relationships #choices
#relationships #choices
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BUSTED SEAMS (10-15-1989; Del Mar, California)
somewhere between truth
and perceived reality
somewhere between
technology and biology
all of us so long lost at sea
here in this great tempest of imbalances
my mind flew long ago amuck
so tired of struggling
against my true nature s grain
in trying to achieve
any semblance of an even keel
in this mad hatter s culture and society
i don t even know what i think
or feel anymore
ordered systems strangle me
yet diverse freedoms entangle me
all of us so caught up
overwrought
in never ending...
and perceived reality
somewhere between
technology and biology
all of us so long lost at sea
here in this great tempest of imbalances
my mind flew long ago amuck
so tired of struggling
against my true nature s grain
in trying to achieve
any semblance of an even keel
in this mad hatter s culture and society
i don t even know what i think
or feel anymore
ordered systems strangle me
yet diverse freedoms entangle me
all of us so caught up
overwrought
in never ending...
#identity
#SelfReflection
#acceptance
#choices
#SelfWorth
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Live For Today
My 30th year reunion is coming real soon
Majority I went to high school with are dead
Reminds me of some after school special, I presume
I can be next before this reunion transpires
Phlegmatic, I never was
Stress I carry in my jaw, my ass is on fire
A chemical relationship I had with my friends
Most of those goons have departed
They’d often asphyxiate me similar to The Bends
Domestic violence occurred often
Love was a fist in their lives
Now you see why their all in coffins
Screw the event, I'm going out to...
Majority I went to high school with are dead
Reminds me of some after school special, I presume
I can be next before this reunion transpires
Phlegmatic, I never was
Stress I carry in my jaw, my ass is on fire
A chemical relationship I had with my friends
Most of those goons have departed
They’d often asphyxiate me similar to The Bends
Domestic violence occurred often
Love was a fist in their lives
Now you see why their all in coffins
Screw the event, I'm going out to...
#motivational
#school
#rhyming
#MovingOn
#choices
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