I don't want to fall like the leaves in autumn.
or like the snow in winter,
or rain when god is crying down to what a disappointment I am.
I want to shine like the sun, I want them to notice my sparkly lip gloss and admire me, like Athena.
I want to guide everyone through the night with my moonlight.
but I fail to their eyes because they dont see a success,
they see the opposite, they see ugliness. well now I know to never try again.

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I sink in the vast oceans of grace,
I wait for You, my Lover,
The One who loves my soul,
My Redeemer who lives and reigns forever.

Even the elders bow before You,
Their voices lift in endless praise, singing, "Holy, holy, holy,"
A symphony that never ceases—
We were created for one purpose: to worship You eternally.

Beautiful are You,
And beautiful are all Your works.
You are the Light that guides my path,
Never ignoring a single cry of mine,
You answer and comfort, holding me close in Your embrace.

In my victories and my deepest distress,
You are always present; You are my rock, my foundation.
You have built my life upon a solid foundation,
And written my name in Your eternal Book of Life.

I wonder, what could the Heavens truly be like—
Without You, could they even be called Heaven?
I gaze at the sky, searching,
But when I look within my heart,
I find You already there, dwelling within me.

AB - ..Baby rejection is protection,
We were never ever the same,
Self awareness and common sense meets logic,
The human brain can only do so much,
Consciousness electrifying beyond universes,
Thoughts racing into better circumstances,
Better choices,
So be mad when its you I would erase, you are a phase,
Don't betray my trust , it could get ugly,
Make up a sob excuse for what you did, waddle like a little puppy,
This world is a joke and when it ends , it still will begin..
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A.R. - They say it’s best
To expect the harm
From other human beings.
Its yours anyway
If you ignore it.
Your fate, your fault
Your flaw.

No excuse for innocence
Even if we all
Join this world
With it
intrinsic.


**** that.


There’s an obscene
arsenal of barbs
And daggers.
Piled up on the
hardwood floor.

A Battle Royale
In waiting.
But I won’t touch
A single one.
Not even for the shadows.


Cut me down
And I’ll be shorter
But I’ll never be
Anyone but
Me.

(Full poem in link)

You’ve twisted
My mind
To a point
That I’m blind
Manipulated
Cajoled
In playing
Your role.
Im battered
And torn
Wishing you
We’re never born,
The love of my life
A nasty witch
Can’t wait to
Bury her in a ditch.

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Ikaw —
Ikaw ang nag-iisang Pag-asa,
Ni hindi Mo ako binigo’t
Ni minsa’y hindi ako tinalikuran.

Sa bawat pagkakamali’y
Ni hindi Mo ako hinusgahan
Bagkus tanging yakap Mo ang naging sandigan.

Ikaw ang aking Pahinga,
Ang aking kalasag at kalakasan.
Sa Iyong mga Salita’y nabubuhay ako —
Nagiging bago ang lahat,
Nagiging payapa ang puso.

Sa tuwing isasandal ko ang aking sarili,
Sa’yo lamang ako nakakahinga,
At nagiging mahimbing ang aking pagtulog.
Ikaw ang lunas sa bawat sakit,
Walang duming hindi Mo kayang hugasan.

Ngayo’y nandito ako
Upang manghiram Sa’yo
Kahit alam kong hindi ko ito masusuklian.

Pahiram —
Pahiram ng lakas sa bawat araw,
Pahiram ng bagong pananaw
Nang ako’y makausad at makaahon.

Pahiram —
Pahiram ng hininga at sandali,
Pagkat hindi ko batid
Kung hanggang kailan lamang ang buhay.

Alam kong ang lahat ng sa akin ngayo’y
Tanging hiniram ko lamang Sa’yo
Kaya’t turuan Mo akong hindi angkinin ang mga ito.
Sa’yo ang lahat, at balang araw ay kukunin Mo rin ito
At ibabalik ko Sa’yo ang aking paghinga.

At ang tanging hiling ko’y
Mapapurihan pa Kita,
Maging malinis ang puso
Hanggang sa pagbabalik Mo.
Salamat — Salamat, Ama.

The new year arrives not with thunder, but with a whisper—soft, persistent, and unyielding.
It carries the weight of time gone by, the fragments of moments we let slip like sand between careless fingers.

Regret lingers like an unspoken truth, a shadow cast by the light of what could have been. We try to grasp it, to undo it, to reweave the threads of yesterday, but the loom has turned, and the past is a river that only flows forward.

Time was never ours to hold. It was a fleeting metaphor, a borrowed grace we misused with the arrogance of eternity. Hours became currency we spent too freely, years became chapters we didn’t bother to read.

But the clock does not pause.
It does not mourn. It ticks with indifference, a steady cadence reminding us of the gift we still possess: the present.

If the past is a lesson and the future a promise, then this moment is the altar on which we lay our resolve. To forgive ourselves. To treasure the seconds. To write poetry where there was silence.

For though time does not turn back, it offers something greater
a chance to begin again.
And in this beginning, perhaps,
we can finally learn to live.





                                            @Erennwrites