Every good memory is becoming a blur
nostalgic warmth thaws my troubled core
I try to capture the warmth of the memories
To no avail they flee once more
If only I had lived in the moment
I'm sure I'd have reached the pearly gates
If only I'd paid attention to the small details
Then my memories would be forged in gold
If only I was more mature about it
I'm sure now I'd have friends that became family
If only I'd communed with my Heavenly Father
I'm sure peace would be the air I breath
But I can't change it all by mere wishes
My power lies in the present
What I choose to align with now
Will be what I cherish in the morning
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 4:08 AM UTC
Love
What is it... Really?
Love doesn't judge-
It knoweth no bounds-
Endures till the end-
"Let he who is without sin throw the first rock"
When His Love enters the conversation-
The past leaves the conversation
He loved too much to care about background
Loved too much to care of identity
Where they saw what was, He saw could be
He endured it all
From being hated by those He sought to save-
To being sacrificed by one whom He kept close
I felt it when He died for "all" not just "some"
Even the ones that nailed Him
Let's not forget those who betrayed Him
Saved. Not because we deserved
But because He Loves
Unconditional Love that only He can give
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:12 PM UTC
I knew it...
I should have kept quiet!
Should've kept my thoughts just thoughts
Not even raised the matter at all!
But there I was...
Hyping myself up like a slaughter cow
Telling myself I deserved vindication
But now here I am..
Back to where I should have anticipated to end up...
Back to the slaughter house...
But hey, all these are just words now
Same as the ones that got me here
But did I tell you I knew?
I knew I should have shut up!
I. knew. it.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC
Love....
What's it all about?
What is it supposed to feel like?
Is it really all that?
If you could draw it-
what form would you give it?
If you were to write a thesis-
Wouldn't it be counted as plagiarism?
Because apparently everyone else knows about it.
But hey, my question remains.
What is love all about?
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 2:56 AM UTC
To ride or die
Through dark and light
In the hot winters and cold summers
When all seems void
When all your friends debate on who to cut off next
A world where trust is a liability
Buzzing with façades and performative loyalty
You can only hope to keep your sanity
When left with no-one else to seek solace
You can always fall back on God and family
Through trespasses and arguments
Make-ups and forgiveness
Our bonds grow stronger
Cemented together by blood and faith
In a world ridden with envy
Is it everyone who's with you in rejoicing?
In a world that thrives off gossip
Are your secrets safe?
With God they are
Glory be to the Almighty
Be thankful for family
For family is a jewel
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC
Dear, dear
How harsh reality can be
The Bible told us to place no trust in man
Yet here I am, fresh from another brutal awakening
The signs were there
They always are
Yet I chose to ignore
So I could live in a "moment"
Loyalty can't be bought
And it sure can't be taught
So how could've I avoided
Where shame and reality collided?
Trust is a borrowed concept
The opposite is an insurance plan
Keep your eyes wide open
Before you get backstabbed in the open
Seal the door of your tongue
Before it has you hung
Freeze your fickle heart in an oven
Before the compliments book you a night in a cell
Not all these are your friends
Not all complements have one meaning
Sniff out the performative theatrics
Proceed with caution
Dear, dear
Never trust a soul
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:19 PM UTC
Dear, dear
How harsh reality can be
The Bible told us to place no trust in man
Yet here I am, fresh from another brutal awakening
The signs were there
They always are
Yet I chose to ignore
So I could live in a "moment"
Loyalty can't be bought
And it sure can't be taught
So how could've I avoided
Where shame and reality collided?
Trust is a borrowed concept
The opposite is an insurance plan
Keep your eyes wide open
Before you get backstabbed in the open
Seal the door of your tongue
Before it has you hung
Freeze your fickle heart in an oven
Before the compliments book you a night in a cell
Not all these are your friends
Not all complements have one meaning
Sniff out the performative theatrics
Proceed with caution
Dear, dear
Never trust a soul
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:19 PM UTC
From a breeze to a sneeze
From what was to what is
How the course of it all maketh thy heart freeze
What about those silly commitments we made under the trees?
From feigning celebration to the sad realisation
Of how the past really stayed in the past
Yet when it was present it wasn't really a present
But now I can't live in the present until I leave the past
But now the past has passed
Deny it as I may, we're all in different realities now
Memories once as sweet as aloe
Now shrouded in the bitter aftertaste of expired honey
Once promises to old friends now debts to new foes
The story goes in until someone tells me to move on
But I can't really now can I? When all we did was talk about the future
Not that I can't, more like I don't want to
To accept being cutoff
To bury a past
To forget it ever happened
But I will, because I had already moved on before our London Bridge burnt to a crisp
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
Never again
Never will I love Again
Never!If I don't feel your warmth Again
Never will I love Again
Never again
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 9:41 AM UTC
I find myself thinking over my funeral at times
Who would be there-
Who would not?
Who would be crying-
Who would not?
Would all who knew me come to know of my departure?
If not would they keep living like nothing happened?
If they finally knew would it hurt or would it be like nothing ever happened?
Did I live a life that'd be worthy of remembrance
Or was I just like every unpleasant chap that passed away like the seasons of the year?
Would I be remembered as a poet?
If yes which of my pieces will be cherished the most
Will I be remembered as a bard?
If yes which of my lines would be recited all over the world?
Or
Would they remember me as a clown?
If yes which of my many acts will they laugh at?
I know, it seems like a lot of thought
But I'd like to take a glimpse of my funeral
To curse every fool in absentia
To choke every clown not crying
And above all
To haunt every troll who I hadn't invited
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 5:17 AM UTC