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216 · Feb 2018
Rain
an0nym0us Feb 2018
Cold but peaceful
Loved by many creature
There is no such thing as a failure
To a heart that is cheerful.

Noisy but nice
Cold as ice
Washes your face when you cry
Its fine, you tried.

Sometimes windy, sometimes not
Perfect time for heating the ***
To keep the guts hot
Also time for a hot bath.
207 · Feb 2018
Decision
an0nym0us Feb 2018
Life or death
Both path are set
Right or left
Which one will you get?

You choose your own way
For you cannot stay
Just like a man that sail
A future you can't say.

Choose wisely
Each road will lead you directly
To a future that is clearly
You would or would not want to be.

Don't be a fool like me
Or else you'll see
A person you don't wanna be
As pathetic as me.

Choose what's right
Continue to fight
Chances that you'll have to sacrifice
But you'll succeed in life.

Listen to me my dear
So you won't end up here
Choose the right gear
And your dreams will be real.
201 · Jun 2019
My Oil Lamp
an0nym0us Jun 2019
A luxurious oil lamp
An antique beautiful piece
Made up of glass, gold, and silver
Enlightens my path at moonless nights.

It accompanies me at every journey
Provides guidance at my darkest nights
I would choose my trusty lamp any day
Over modern that is young but fragile.

So I polish it every day,
It might be aged but it is truly bright
Sadly, I need to accept the fact.
That one day, it will ran out of light.

Such thing cannot be replaced
It can't always accompany me
The day will come in my life
I'll need to navigate without any guide.

Certainly, I will never forget
How it kept the demons at bay.
There is nothing I can ever compare
To the best thing I ever had.

It really pains me to the core
I can never have another one.
I cherish it more than my very breathe.
Because its alone in my existence.
200 · Apr 2018
The Last Messenger
an0nym0us Apr 2018
By the end of the lands
From the Far East, A man will stand,
Sent by God to lead His herd of lamb
And man shall strengthen by His hand.

The Ravenous bird,
The different preaching, he has heard
From different church, he has learned
Hence, salvation cannot be earned.

He never knew he was the one in the prophecy,
Yet, God made him strong and worthy,
He preached His words to the ears of many,
In God's will, he succeeds unfailingly.

Felix Y. Manalo is his name,
Hardships in his life came,
He and the Church went through great pain,
And all these were never in vain.

From the Far East to the Far West,
It all started from the smallest,
And now the Church came to a huge success
And continuously praised God for His greatness.

But then, the last messenger may have died,
And the entire church mourned and cried,
And all had to say him goodbye,
In our hearts, he will never die.
For all the Iglesia Ni Cristo/Church Of Christ members out there.
192 · Dec 2019
Good For You
an0nym0us Dec 2019
I've been really happy
In fact, I was galloping lately
But then a glimpse of you
Wearing a ring on your left hand
My beautiful perfect sunny day
Became dark and all cloudy

I turned my head the other way
Pouted and crossed my arms
"I won't let you ruin my day"
I walked farther away
And see a kid running up to you
A girl running with open arms "Daddy!"

I was speechless to hear it
A tear ran down my cheeks
But then, I smiled on such sight
I turned my way deep in my thoughts
I looked back again and told myself
"What a lovely family indeed."
179 · Mar 2020
For No One
an0nym0us Mar 2020
Cold winds are blowing
The shimmering grass is dancing
I hold your hand, my darling
And you accept my loving.
I caressed your silky face
We are in our rightful place
We are in the perfect pace
And we accepted each others embrace.
When time has taken its toll on us
When the birds flown far from us
Will you still smile at me sweetly?
And dance with me by the melody?
Under the bright moonlight
You gave me your hand tonight
You entrust yourself to me
And I kiss you for the stars to see.
167 · Feb 2018
Numb
an0nym0us Feb 2018
Silent and cold
A story that once told
Paper that have been fold
But is never too old.

There is nothing I can feel
No pain, no sadness, even fear,
Happiness can't even come near,
To my heart that is imprissoned within.

I used to care
I once tried to dare
There my emotions burst like flare
Now I don't even care.

I closed my eyes
the fire turned to ice
There I no longer tried
And just swallowed my pride.

What's the point of trying,
And will only hurt every fiber of your being,
If people are not capable of changing?
Why not just stop caring...

I looked up to the sky,
Whispered to myself "when was the last time?"
As I let the winds pass by,
I closed my eyes then smiled.

— The End —