I'm flabbergasted, honestly,
Punish me unforgivingly,
Unfailingly thy majesty,
send me the gift of softness how tender the touch,
water on roses.
How the flow of water on the crust of my lips,
lovingly holding thee,
optimistically controlling he.
He how dance in the shadows of pure light,
She who screams in silence, thus ah loud her voice echoes
in the deeps of shallow spirits it manifest.
Tears that prance obediently,
fingers the hear sharply,
tongues that see courageously.
Alas the valley of happy souls,
the balance of skipping rocks.
can I be honest?
Where his essence yearns to be not where it shall not be,
the air's above the see as the air above the sea,
Mysteriously evoking keys,
Unlocking ceilings that openly,
Sitting on a myth of enormous potency.
So if we sip with honest tea,
carefully approaching speeds of honesty,
would you hesitate to comprehend me honestly?
Are you honest?
Then correct me if you may,
collecting the importance effortlessly,
with painfully accepting the protest,
of failure our systems have accurately demonstrate,
tactfully.
Can I be honest?
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 9:32 AM UTC
As spontaneous the occurrence,
time late of such assurance,
as sudden the gift,
my heart had a early shift.
Confused, unprepared and overwhelmed,
from a haphazard spiral of stems,
the minions in my mind started a frenzy,
the thoughts I vanished in suspend me.
Yet a blessing and a grace from God,
medics rush my heart to the spiritual ward,
a new path that would test me immensely,
as I began to grip my chest tensely.
Tiny one, I am not ready,
steady the waters Lord my shoulders are heavy,
but I'll be better than my birth givers,
I beg let me be there till the end and from the day she delivers.
Preparations are made and the time is soon,
little by little the sugar grains fall from the teaspoon,
a new step in life a new brew to make,
I wonder which personality most she'll take.
My little unborn, my mini princess,
blessed will be the day you lay upon my chest,
how anxious we are to see you,
how happy the tears would be dancing down my cheeks too.
Kisses and cuddles, love and care,
I make no promises but I'll be there,
I say to myself what a heavenly masterpiece,
and on that day only at that time my worries will cease.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
My
Lost soul,
These tears are my Morse code.
The pain seeing,
Your own future foretold.
and
There's no "sustain" mode.
Still hard to accept,
That I failed though.
While I die slow,
The scars and open wounds,
I can't show.
I'm in the darkness,
But I can't glow.
I feel suffocated,
There's not rain or sunlight,
So I can't grow.
Like a dried canal,
I can't flow.
I'm a prohibited space,
Not even I can't go.
Vain punishment?
or
Vain scold?
Standing at Hell's gate
In my hand,
There's Heaven's scroll.
Stranger in the dark texted my mom,
It told her I'm not coming home.
WHY??
She replied,
I said because I'm running away from all the,
PAIN I HOLD!
THE SINS I MOLD!
THE WRONGS I DID!
THE GRIEF I SOLD!
AND
This suffering cry deep inside my soul.
No sun too hot,
No deep to cold.
Famished,
The crust of my lips crave for food of thought,
and
Thirst for a drink of gold.
Yet much will stay unfold,
Yet more will be untold.
and
Even when all is said and done,
More will be forgotten,
and little will be engraved in stone,
Above the head of the lonely troll.
For this lost soul,
Much is borrowed,
Verily, verily less is owed.
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
Immortality? For humanity?
Who wishes this,.. this is madness
Omnipotent insanity.
Imagine if God was man, exactly.... Imagine what chaos this already dying world would have faced.
Yes pass tense because the world would have been no more.
Flawless calamity, fatalities to families,
Destruction to to cities great riches burnt,
Abduction so passively and aggressive with tragedy who would the **** the mortal man.
Sight beyond observation, Every government greatest manipulation,
Those free from slavery yet chain in spirit daily, leaves lack of identity.
I say "Oh Father" for you are almighty, knowledge so worthy.
Touch of such Holy, presence I need to make life whole again.
An immortal man will now no longer stand,
To serve no one his own stature,
Sadly will God stand alone after creating this world because of the fatalities of immortality.
The old ones see and hear all that pass,
Patience at last,
Time forsaken and skies observe dry leaves rest comfortably on green grass.
Immortality? For humanity?
Who wishes this,.. this is madness
Omnipotent insanity,
There would only be destruction and fatalities to families.
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
There are times
you already know the answer
you are just not ready to accept it yet.
And some things you have to stop
searching for.... why?? At some point
you have to leave it alone.
I forgave you for myself.
Not for you obviously,
You were too selfish for me at a point.
Tho when you broke my heart,
I decided to be selfish too.
But selfish in the way I stopped making everything about you.
I've become so damaged that when someone wants to give to me what I deserve,
I had no idea how to respond.
When you are wounded, sometimes it's best to retreat and heal,
Never stay hidden for too long, because all wounds need air.
That's what happens when your heart breaks,
You tell yourself no one will ever be allowed inside again.
Then someone comes along with light in their eyes,
Suddenly your heart goes to war with your MIND.
I was being who you wanted to
see not who I wanted to be.
You will always be a lot of things.
Not everyone is going to like you or understand you.
And in the times it feels like you are in a court room,
Try to treat others with good intentions,
Even the ones that don't deserve it.
Be you, even when it's hard.
You will spend the rest of your life
with yourself,
Become comfortable with who you are.
We often think more about what scares us than what excites us, and this holds us back.
Nobody is coming to save you, so save yourself.
Ask yourself, are you in love with the person or are you in love with the feeling?
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 6:14 PM UTC
I said I wouldn't have came back but I threw that poem away,
or did I.
Here I am staring at the screen 2:36am
My soul is longing to do more but my legs and hands are too short,
My heart goes a long distance.
My brain gives my heart no response and a lot of resistance.
Welcome it's my penance for kind gestures and lack of actions
Time to sleep,
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 1:35 AM UTC
Now what do I do,
To find myself back to you.
Little do the wind blow,
Yet far the breeze took you away
PAIN are you here to stay?
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 1:30 AM UTC
I failed my mother,
I'm not what she wanted or expected of me.
I failed myself,
I made choice that will harmfully affect me.
I failed my siblings,
Whether or not they were looking up to me.
I failed my family,
All the burdens and expectations they had in vision to be.
I am sorry, sometimes I wish I wasn't born,
Never to scorn, as I type I morn, in the dark I sit alone,
A passive aggressive one man storm.
I just wanted peace...... peace and quiet.
I yearn happiness.
Sprinkle sprinkle as I type my tears flow,
Long tears because I type slow,
Fixing my mistakes and my typos,
and here I go.
I wish I was young again I would make the same choices over again,
Meet my first love over again,
Enjoy our first kiss over again,
Hold her in my arms all over again,
But if I could have started over again,
I wouldn't have failed her over again, I wouldn't have given up on her over again.
I am sorry.
I wrote this poem and hid it from the public because I became timid all over again.
All over a pen, I wish things where different I would write this poem differently all over again.
I would lose and regain my focus all over a mends,
Go the furthest distance for over a friend.
But who am I fooling all over
All over....
All over nothing again.
I am sorry,
As my cheeks absorb the rain from my eyes,
that touch the corner of my imaginary smiles,
I'm already compromised, my future is already jeopardized,
and my past is already memorized.
I am sorry, I word I hate and now at this distant gate,
I saying it straight,
Though the meaning I want to procreate goes out multiple ways,
it may or may not be good enough to reciprocate,
but I am sorry so it may demonstrate that I can't compensate the decisions I made when I was less fortunate lacking the wisdom I have now to help meditate proper analysis of thinking to facilitate my short comings.
Read it again let it marinate.
I'm sorry because I am passionate, because I had myself on an automatic levitate to elevate.
Instead to my self I chose to relegate, choices
a powerful advocate.
I am sorry,
I feel broken inside, I'm crying outside,
and only in God I can confide.
I failed my mother,
Now she doesn't hold me in high regards,
I failed myself because I dropped my guard,
I failed my siblings, I made things hard,
I failed my family, my ******* deepest fear I gave
regards
Yet I would do it all over again,
Sad reality the realm of regret.
We all wish we could do it all over again
Though there're so many thing I wouldn't do over again,
and saying I am sorry would have sure been one of them.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
I crossed the river, I am on the other side,
I swam, I almost drowned but I survived.
The end of the road, my end result,
Is only just an award for the true beginning.
I will be free, I am now in a bigger cell,
The sadness that troubles me is that I just out of Hell.
Patronizing the remembrance, the pain I have endured,
A sinner with an influence and a job to secure.
Fatigue is a part of my daily routine and career,
I see in time my talents gained are increased and shared.
Yes the road of such journey has ended,
But there's much to cover and for many branch have been mended.
Home sweet home is a call of a distant traveler,
Grey skips, crying on the window pane I'm not a lone passenger.
I have grind and made it to the end of the road,
The end result is victorious and hundreds to be off load.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 12:12 AM UTC
Alright! The finish line is in my reach,
All is needed is for me to slow march and quick march.
When I finished this book will be my motivation speech,
Of the journey I travelled individually,
A word to the wise is sufficient,
Wisdom taught to fools is prudent.
Men cannot stand alone,
But God by the side of men will ensure greatness to reach their throne.
Now there're two roads in front of me, I live by three rules I should push through comfortably.
Be tardy, Be punctual and obey lawful instructions,
If these rules aren't followed there will be destruction.
Pain was the foundation and blood the veils,
The prayers I sent to God was heartfelt calls.
I am changing slowly but surly.
A few steps and the end is near,
This point uncertainty is the trickster I fear.
I am stronger than I was before mentally and physically,
I over came the fight for my soul spiritually.
A word to the wise is sufficient,
wisdom taught to a fool is proficient.
Taking heed of the lessons the elders gave us to.
The speed of our creed was initiated by instructors by stampedes,
Some failed to lead and underestimated our deeds.
The final piece of the puzzle that shows the full picture,
The struggle was needed, in turmoil we gave unto Cesar.
A word to the wise was and will always be sufficient,
Wisdom spoken to a fool is in his benefit, and is prudent.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 12:02 AM UTC