I feel like Christian Bale
in that one movie
"Am I... the American ******
the emic and etic personas
collapse in pantomime
like how the Donald destroyed democracy and civil rights for four years.
I feel like the average citizen
who has no choice but to vote
so that I don't get deported once again
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 6:56 PM UTC
Hopes hang high, fatigue fails and flickers.
An adventure awaits.
Dawn does disappear; duly, daylight's discovered.
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
A world made by deceit;
Tricksters running wild and free,
Virtue, a fleeting thought.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
I used to have an obsession with candles.
Their soft yellow glow shimmering in the air,
Their heat melting the surrounding wax,
Their wicks, a lengthy fuse waiting to be terminated;
Their glow shining upon the surrounding area.
They comforted me, like a distressed mother
Holding tight to her kin during a hostile tempest.
They flicker so,
In the still air moving to and fro.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
In a world with less fortune,
Where challenges surpass the highest mountains,
Where hope fades into heavenly obscurity
We still work tirelessly and find a way.
In a world with wealth and peace,
Where potential surpasses the highest mountains,
Where sorrow fades into the tales of history,
We try our best to seize the day.
In a world, indifferent from our own,
Where philosophy surpasses the highest mountains,
Where issues remain in a limbo-like trance,
We enjoy our lives, everyday.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
In unkempt sorrow, we often lie
with no hope ahead, we plan to die
as fear grows in strength, we suffer too
for we know not what we should do.
Hope may die in a sea of black,
but doubting its existence allows for attack,
cling to faith to fend this foe,
or else depression will be allowed to sough.
For as long as the sun may shine,
everything can change when given time.
Look to the future, and keep ambitions high
for there's no reason not to try.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
The army of time marches ahead
while the nervous cling to the edges of hope;
wishing to be loved and cared for
in a future of worry;
Hands dance from number to number
while the pretentious feign having hope;
wishing to be loved and cared for
in a future of worry;
A billion clocks update with ease
while the tired let go of hope;
wishing to suffer no more for no longer
within the chasms of darkness;
The winds of change blow forever
while the dispirited admit to losing hope;
wishing to suffer no more for no longer
within the chasms of darkness.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
Glasses;
so big!
With curves and crevices,
and area so majestic
like a continent never explored.
Glasses;
so revolutionary!
With voice and passion,
and struggles so deep
like a country in depression.
Glasses;
so new!
With a new page arriving,
and vision to again be clear
like a scope through the old horror.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC