Everyone formed a group outside, but I was made aside,
Inside the four walls I was falling apart and nobody to care about my forlorn heart.
But, I gathered courage, went out, met everyone with a smile but all of a sudden got ignored, again?
At last, I was left alone in the dark room with the 'Heart of Pain'.

Drive properly, do not hit the baby cow!

This beef steak is lovely, hurry up and eat it now

i am *****
i am flirty
i ******
i deduce
no man out there
will ever be aware
of how i play them all
making them fall
with texts and calls
that go on and on
heartless was i born
i am the worst kind
making them all blind
i'm the evil you write about
whispering in your shouts
how i broke your stupid little heart
toying with you from the very start
but one thing you said was right
making you feel is a pure delight
i am the fiercest flame
so today i take the blame
i betrayed the one friend i made
making him devoid of all his shades
i am wicked and nothing more
-your beloved attention *****

i don't want feel this anymore
i wish this from my very core
how i try to act normal around
lonely as hell in these crowds
one look at me they see
how different i breathe
in this inferno i seethe
of agony, guilt and loss
seeking forgiveness from the cross
yet here i sit
in this dark depressing pit
and pray to be just like all
easy to love and for fall
this stubbornness of mine
keeps me from being fine
the thoughts in my head
make me twist in my bed
these images from my past
in my dreams and screams last
and make me want
to stop this haunt
yet helpless i lay
writing away
all this pathetic pain
******* again and again

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🌿🌱 🍃 👩‍🌾


In the garden, the hands and
the mind are always kept busy.
while pruning, pulling out slugs,
or just repotting, every fibre of
stress enslaving one's person,
softens and melts...none can
stop the flow of joy when we
see new twigs, new leaves,
and new flower buds.

That soothing, peaceful silence
in plants growing, enfolds the
gardener, who understands and
lets God's humble creatures
quietly live their lives.

Pine trees grow taller ,wider,
spiders spin their webs,
grasshoppers hop and feed,
dragonflies, butterflies mature
in their hidden spots...while
gentle breezes make leaves
softly rustle...no sharp noises,
no shrills, no poundings heard,
just whispers  of  the gardener's
relaxed  breaths  and  sighs,
while taking in, enjoying the cold
feel of the soil, the clay pots, and
the tap water flowing.

In the upper sphere of the garden,
dreams, thoughts, and sentiments
that dwell in the mind, form a dome,
an arc, like a rainbow after the rain.
the gardener gets lost in a chasm
of thoughts...forgetting the burdens
of life..........forgetting about time.


sally b

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 25, 2021