Natural selection
Survival of the fittest
What morals and ethics
Did our ancestors test?
How did evolution
Make us one of the best?
Psychological development,
Nature and nurture;
They knew what it meant:
We'll evolve further into the future.
But be warned of downfalls on occasion:
A reckless reaction
A spark of destruction
Might eventually be triggered
When human nature
Is more sure of its environment
than it is with itself.
Be warned. This is how world wars began.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
So I;
I move in the same pace as the river.
I flow along with it as I keep a shiver;
Ignoring all the rocks that come my way,
so never will I be in one place to stay.
Yet you;
You struggle against the fast moving water.
You flow against it with a sturdy little quiver;
Using the rocks as so to keep you at bay,
then breathe a sigh of contentment and stay.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC
Unsure of control,
Her feelings soon burst
And she had kept it in;
Similar to that of water
Spilling inside
A bag
That is waterproof
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
In warfare they met
The importance of mercy
Repentant soldiers
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
A busy, coffee-smelling Sunday morning
With noisy banters while cooking and dining
Natural gatherings with our parents
A time to fix the little cracks and bents
But alas, my father is under the soil
While mother uses her time to toil
And I am left in my own devices
Do try to imagine how everyday is
And oh, please try to remember albeit
I am not a sad child at all, at least not yet
For I always reason, not in deceit,
That my family isn't broken, just incomplete
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
I can't tell directly
What's not meant to be
I can't ask you to feel
Something you learned to conceal
One can only speak in metaphors
About their dented, key less doors
When life puts you in a challenging test
I can only provide you a life vest
As the storm hits you with sheer force,
Don't give up, recall your hope's source
Please endure for a little more
And wait for when you can swim back ashore
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
He's all skin and bones
And he laid helplessly in bed
With restless sunken eyes
As the lump in his throat grew
And constricted his every breath
That in the next morning,
It took away his life
And the worst thing about it all
Was that a miracle didn't happen
No matter how much we hoped for it
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
Oh dear sir, you are many things
But wholesome is not one of them
You are very incomplete and fragmented
But such parts are unseen by most eyes
And though you are unconsciously longing
For someone to fill such hollow holes,
You are sidetracked by societal expectations
That you'd resort to the boring entertainment
Of busy days and bland tasting wine
Oh dear sir, you are many things
And lonesome is one of them
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
It's not yet night for her to sink
But she closed herself and sank
Like eyes that are too tired to blink
And gazing upon the muddy river bank,
Suddenly, there were ripples in the water
As she sinks down into the river bed
But there was not a single call from her
As if she let herself be led
By water currents she knew so well
Have you forgotten how to float?
Or are there no souls around to tell,
About silent screams with a sore throat?
Did your roots pull from the mud?
And the current strong enough to break it?
It's a tragedy of the tiny pink bud,
who once sat on the murky water of two feet,
Being swallowed whole into the water
and not once experiencing a genuine woo
Oh, lovely water flower,
....Did you regret it too?
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
Dear Joseph John,
I secretly loved you
With all of it clear and true
As the first made me cry
The second made me smile
And the first was my reality
While the second became my escape
And as I keep having to strive
For the second that kept me alive
I had begged to disagree
That the first is the death of me
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC