"Make Or Break"

Found here....

Almost buried amongst the ruins of use-to-be

We either make our own choices in life

Or they make you

Anchored are we to those decision left to the end

Truly sad events always seem to follow miscommunication

The board is set

Sides are taken

Lines are drawn

Anger makes its mark

Hatred is a poison that fills your body

Through and through it will seep

The bitterness upon the tongue curdles with every word

For their syllables are so foul

Cruelty comes in many shapes and forms

Actions...

Words...

Silence...

And time can only do so many things

Hide...

Fade...

Forget...

Heal...

Or reveal..

So what will your choice be?

© 2015

"Stories We Tell"

Enough is enough...

Until its too much

We all make our own choices

Words and actions

Some have influence

Others are guided by misplaced thoughts

Compromise is a great thing....

Except when you have to apply it to every action, decision, or plans made

Making the longest stories told

Now short...

By the quickest lie

So know this...

You are told for that final time...

The actions that fall short

And the words that don't ring true

Lead to the end...

Mine is now the warm embrace you will never hold again

We are more than someone else's dirty little secret to be kept

Our being has more value than that

For the secrets we keep become the very story we tell

The words become the continuous lies we fear

And the fear will run our lives...

Till ruin...

© 2015

"Replaced"

Soon after you begin to replace words like “unhealthy” with “compromise”

You will shortly there after begin to forget your own name

The slope tilts...

Uneven is the ground ahead

In your minds eye confusion

Unrest boils over...

The strength to fight begins to fail

If you have to compromise on everything

Its not much of an effort made...

The word “Anytime” should not be confused with “All the time”

Certain things are black and white

Though others are not...

We are the judge of that

But when we fail....

The word “No”

Is rarely comprehended, understood, or even listened to...

If we do not speak for ourselves

The monsters “under the bed”

Become the reflections within the mirror

Causing the hope placed within the wrong hands

A very dangerous thing....

© 2015