"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

"Separate Hearts"

The day drinks into night

Sitting in silence

My thoughts cascade within

Pieces of a puzzle now connected

Memories speak

And I listen to the dull roar

Moments tumble together

Forever...

All...

And always...

Words I have used on all the wrong faces

With a million things a heart can hold

Who knew love would be the hardest to embrace

Yet I try...

The most important part

Picking yourself up after a fall

Pushing on

Learning from it all

Forgetting...

Forgiving yourself...

Learning

Love is more than two arms holding you tight

And should not be compromised

Its a firm reminder told

I should not lose a little piece of me every time I fall in love

I am worth more than this

We owe it to ourselves to see it through

To let things run its course

Honor the beginning

And respect the time to end

Because no matter how much is paid in emotion

Not all actions can rescue something already done

Especially when I am on a path you are not brave enough to walk with me.

© 2015

"Last Moment Given"

My thoughts stretch out to the infinite

Possibilities unknown...

For no one has given me a line to follow

Or speak of some rule that now has been broken

My heart replays the last words spoken

My ears cling to every syllable

Wondering through the uncertainty

Embracing what came to be, now a use-to-be...

A shinning new...

Now barely known

Nothing understood

Ripped away by the changing of time

Or mind...

Choices and actions

None of which are my own

I even lack the respect given to be informed

I am at a loss...

No fork in the road

Misty fog of paltry pieces remain

Barely even considered crumbs

My hands reach out

Coming up empty

The worth of something so tender is now known

And clearly weighted

Some rational thoughts flee

The mind folds back upon itself

To the last moment given

Trying to feel the last interaction with my senses

Seeking the last shred of warmth in this cold abandonment

The smile once bright, now fades

Tears erode away the freshly built

Calling to ruin what my heart had come to know

Relief is not found...

For it still exists within a time not seen

Or yet to come...

Bringing forth yet another thing I must wait for...

© 2015

"Thoughts Of Yesterday"

Sometimes...

The connection must be broken

When two beings meet at a crossroad

A parting of the ways comes to be

Not as punishment...

Betrayal...

Or abandonment

But as a form of survival

To preserve the remaining respect, worth, and the time invested

The dignity of something that once was sought

Planted...

Cultivated...

Nurtured...

And embraced

Memories link us

Our days lived become our days remembered

Now past...

We honor it

Given to us those days borrowed

We return it with no debt owing

Striking our pen to a new crisp piece of paper upon the pages of the book of our lives

We are the author and the only owner to that right

And the keeper of the light

All that we send out into the world

And that which we wish to receive

Shed a tear within sentimental reflection

Let the grief of the passing moment move you to the next step upon the path of life

Our happiness is deserved and worth knowing

Be kind to your inner being

Treasure it all

Its experience gained

Fondly known

Now erased...

Or pieces of echoes will still recall within the minds eye

These are the words we should not fear

Embrace the known

And let pass what has been with the setting sun of yesterday.

© 2015

"Tomorrow's Name"

Everyday you write down the word “Tomorrow”

The act itself some how makes things a little better...

A little more safe...

For you to keep stepping forward

Day by day

You grasp a hold of a pen

Scribbling out your name

Positive things to be kept

A reminder...

A learning curve that you are still trying to achieve

Hand written notes spell out your life

To keep it true

And authentically you

Because on the list of many things that come first

You make sure your name is at number one

For it helps to erase the nameless grave you dig for yourself

When everything else tries to get the best of you.

© 2015