The world was upon you
From the moment that
You’ve crawled out of In Utero.
Their hearts melted, delighted
With awe and delicate care.
A mother’s touch and a father’s pride.
Many argued that you have your mother’s skin
Or your father’s fair features.
Ah, the apple of their eye.
You grasp for words and such,
trying to take your little steps;
Those teeny-weeny ones
As you walked barefoot with
Your itsy-bitsy toes,
sometimes crawling on the floor
Using bare hands.
They watch and play to you
As if you’re a doll.
Now you’ve grown a bit or two,
They say: “They grow up so fast, y’know?”
You play as if it’s what matters the most.
That what they say is apple sauce.
The world is a playground.
Many summer child’s arrived,
playing in the sun until the moon fades in.
As you reached tender age,
A thing or two had changed.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
It’s as sour as Death brings Truth.
Those whom you cherished, walked away
And turned their backs.
Ye olde gods, abandoned your soul,
Forsaken by the Almighty and the Heavens above.
Graybeards remarked changes in you.
Without knowledge or caution
To know what you have become.
Peers glare at your Heart and Soul,
Weighing it as if they’re Osiris.
Judging whether you are worthy
In a sense, bound by the laws of existence.
And by the gods, the world is
Full of excess, vice and uncertainties.
What are the odds?
Ain’t no sunshine or rainbows
Outside the dome.
You looked at the glass globe
And reminisced about yesterday
That was never there yet remained
And never left.
The way it is and the way we are,
Like a fever dream.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
I stand firm and see, of what brings me wonder and glee.
This land I set free, to what splendor it takes me to gaze,
a gentle breeze, spiriting and loose.
In this field of green, majestic I’ve ever seen.
Cotton clouds skidded out of the blue.
I see people around me and ask: “How are you?”
Then, I dipped my brush through the palette,
and glossed it out of the wheels of the vibrant hue.
I blemished the canvas with a stroke, shaping a picture,
the form of Nature and its Nurture.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:15 AM UTC
Spring is a season of bloom, to heal what remains of a doom;
Autumn is a change to recreate and be reborn,
Winter gives us coldness and merciless gloom,
Fall spares us and brings us changes within our miseries and isolation.
A wind of change stirs, gather up some log and woods, we must store,
There’ll be a great wind of storms swallowing human beings whole!
Ablaze our hearth alive so we can live, tonight we dine and wait for it to die!
Animals a few hibernate, some store foods and curl deep in ground under a tree,
Others live and have their fats prepared; survival is in the game of nature.
A field of white emerges after a merciless storm, thrusting like a needle, more than a thorn;
From there, a snowflake will land and fall, spreading sheets of white afield around,
A few animals or more will emerge from shelters to hunt and roam;
Then, they’ll spot a few to prey and maul alive and dine until their appetites fulfilled, satisfied.
Flowers and plants bloom,
There I sit and see; how wonderful nature is.
I think and think on why it is beautiful as it is and adore;
Who wants to explore and dare to see, a secret nature has restore?
Here and there, leaves of green and others grow and bloom;
Much of it have been torn or blown, in a time of scorn.
I see smokes rising from thin airs and makes smokes of white clouds and wisps;
A fog filled in a forest long dead, I cannot spectate and wonder why we abuse it and ****
Is man mad enough to **** its bearer who made him and others around him, out of his will?
Forget what I say, I dare say and declare, I care for Mother Nature;
Let us unite and be a great model, a great example, put our hope in us all, and be pure.
Leaves of gold and brown, crunchy to stomp and the air is filled with mists and wisps;
In this stage I feel like a butterfly, transforming into something august.
Here I am, here I stand and see, what wonders surrounds,
I dare to peer and see what veils nature be…
All I can see is leaves and trees hard as stones, a sunlight trespassing in;
Oh, I wonder what lurks there, far away and far beyond my eyes can see.
I see waterfalls and lakes washing in and out, without a doubt, I dared myself to rest.
In such ease, I fulfill my quest to see nature, and here I am, after her to observe;
My ears ring and winds whisper and sing of beauty from within,
I rest for a while and quenched my thirst;
Across afar laid of tall woods veiled in mist…
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC
Here I stand in this ship o’ mine named Sherry.
She was frail as a bone, more like a raft than a ship.
But she fares still and sails over the horizon.
I, her Captain, mans her often with thy courage that hastens her strength.
The greatest power that she attest is the courage of will, for her true strength is withstanding the storms that crushes her.
Sailors contrasts her from other mighty ships: Warships, Galleys, and so forth;
for mine is nothing but loose, nothing but a sailboat, a raft.
Still, she is a beaut. She is a ship, a Vessel Ship.
She is made to withstand storms and waves.
Sherry might be a common one, but she is built like none other.
Others boast of might and terror.
Sherry is a precious sight, it reminds me of what it is like to be a brave warrior,
battling the greatest war of all: Life.
She saw many come and go, but she sailed and prevailed.
Many a ship had sunk under the sea, whilst they waged war with Death, gripping the scythe that struck upon thee…
She may not be the most prized ship of all, but she is the fairest of them all.
Truly, she is fair, but she is the most divine.
Yet, even so, she is a warrior still.
She had scars that she had endured, she is mightier than a General.
I, the Sailor, is her General, and Sherry’s my trusted soldier.
We’ve soldiered on as many a deluge crushed us like a battered pulp.
Yet, and yet…
Here we lived on and endured, resisting the scars of our yesteryears.
Here we set our sights and anchored towards the port of mesmerizing overview of the heavenly paradise.
I must be apt, for this course is erratic, and paradise is not absolute.
This is the test of life, and I will answer it with grace and poise.
The day will come, that I’ll mark my course as I cross the tamed seas and be freed from the tremor of the deluge that imprisons me from my greatest feats: Valiance, Awe and Reason.
Here, I declare: I am free. Unshackled from the unreasonable perception of twisted time, and be a lost soul in this time being, where nothing is adhered to, and long gone, awash by the shore of oblivion.
For I am found, and not lost, wandering in the lost horizon…
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:10 AM UTC
When days are dark to see, there’s always a light to bring: a beacon of hope.
There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.
A thing trapped in Pandora’s Box that is, will always be at last, and will be.
It could be a thing that someone, or a man could ever think of at the end of the day, at some point in their lives.
Best to light the beacon of hope once more, for us to see and remind ourselves, that there’s always a better tomorrow.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
Home is where the heart is.
They say home is a place of comfort.
It’s not about the place, but the person.
They bloom like flowers in Spring.
And caress us with love like a mother would.
Devote their life to us and woo us with a serenade,
full of longing that yearns of one’s soul.
Through hardships and to the stars,
your gentle touch relieved me when no one did.
You eased my pain with your words:
“You’re larger than life and worth dying for.”
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
I am not without my other half,
incomplete like a missing piece;
a body without a soul.
While some of us cannot endure to live without their beloved,
others have no one to be by their side.
I am grateful that I am madly in love like a fool,
a fool for you.
Since the day that I laid my eyes on you,
I could only stare at a distance and wonder if we belong together.
Time has proved me wrong as I thought that we’re nothing but a star-crossed lovers.
My life would be gray and the love that I hope to last will be a fragment of what it used to be.
Without your presence, I feel lost and drowning in the sea of loneliness.
Of all the things that I saw, you’re a miracle that happened to me.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
Home is a place, they say.
Home is a place of comfort.
What if home is not a place?
What if home is a person?
What if...
Home gives us love.
Home gives us comfort.
Home gives us protection.
You are my home.
You said that I'm enough.
You comforted me in my ups and downs.
You showed up when no one did.
You eased my pain with your words:
"You're worth it. You're more than you think you are."
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 11:27 AM UTC
As I walked through the long and
winding road, there’s nothing but
the never-ending path.
No signs to see, no roadblocks.
The shadow of yesteryears is my companion,
that rambled on along my spirit.
I endured. I lived a thousand lives.
Yet it lingered like a plague.
I must conquer the unconquerable.
That I must strike thee.
This will not do, for I am not the
beholder of false reflection,
but the caged bird, eager to unbreak
the unbreakable.
In my hour of need, I have endured
and witnessed the consuming wickedness
upon man and its dominion.
So much so, that miracles are nothing but nought.
That the crowd became mindless maggots.
Let them sing like crows squawking.
For they can’t hear the violins playing,
the symphony a black delirium;
their hymn, from a hive-mind.
Here I am in the heart of nowhere.
I paused as I saw the two bending roads.
The blinding light spawned.
Should I follow the light?
I must persist. I must not look back.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
You cannot crawl into someone’s skin,
Because it’s different to what he’d seen;
All the deluge he’d ever been, all is unforeseen…
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC