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Chance or  Choice? 

Life is about chance 
Life is about choice

What if I’m your chance

But you’re not my choice? 
Things in life happen either by chance or by choice

When life’s chance

Brings you before a choice
Don’t take a chance
Listen to your inner voice

You’re my choice
My only choice
I go around in circles
And you’re still my choice

Met you by chance
And you were my choice
I was your chance
But why not your choice? 

I make one step ahead
And two steps behind
Thought I was over you
But you’re still on my mind

(April 18,2007/Inspired by what my good friend Aashish Ameya had to say about life) 

Scars/to the new boyfriend

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Scars / To the new Boyfriend
by Rudy Francisco

I found this poem by accident while on going to YouTube and from the moment I heard, I fell in love with this. This poem portrays both romanticism and pain after the loss of love.   A poem ( actually two poems) which is both emotionally and beautiful to the very core. Although, looking at the poem carefully, it takes about the loss of love and letting go of the love. Francisco doesn't not speak his art but, he gives life to his words and the way he speaks this poem truly shows the underline emotion that he felt  during the break up and finally the acceptance of his love has found someone new. His acceptance of the past and letting go of his love is my favorite part during the poem. 

For reference, I have  included both the lyrics and you tube video below.  

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If you forget me...

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My friend found this poem and showed it to me. I fell in love with it.


If You Forget Me


I want you to know
one thing. 

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 

If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
remember 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 

But 
if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine. 


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love letter from Toothbrush to the 
Bicycle Tire.

They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life - that you would drag me through the mud. They said that you would tread all over me - that they could see right through you - that you were full of hot air that I would always be chasing, always watching you disappear after sleeker models - that it would be a vicious cycle. But I know better I know about your rough edges and I have seen your perfect curves. I will fit into what ever spaces you let me. If loving you means getting dirty…. bring on the grime! I will leave this porcelain home behind. I’m used to twice a day relationships, but with you I’ll take all the time. And I know we live in different worlds and we’re always really busy but in my dreams you spin around me so fast I always wake up dizzy. So, maybe one day you’ll grow tired of the road and roll on back to me and when I blink my eyes into morning, Your smile will be the only one I see.

 Written by Sarah Kay

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