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Kd Pascual Jan 2019
To maunder on this dusky, dubious trace
where one becomes lost and is never found
again; deafening his ears from the sound
that cries for help how to flee from this race

Unworthy and obtuse, last is my place
but no one heeds, as a snow falls on mound.
Now tell me how to stand tall on the ground
as I start quitting on this hurtful maze.

But then, my Father soon replied, "My child,
come to my arms, I bring you protection."
From that I ascertained a Father's love mild
who hears and accepts my imperfection,
who dedicates His life just for my earn.
An old poem I wrote back in High School for my English literature class.
771 · Sep 2019
Sigwa
Kd Pascual Sep 2019
Ang tanging bugso
Na nakapagpakalma
sa puso'y, ikaw.

Katahimikang
gumising sa damdamin,
ikaw lang, mahal.
UwU
706 · Feb 2019
Sunset Chasing
Kd Pascual Feb 2019
Exhausted, she runs
chasing the sunset that awes
and renews her strength
Written on a Friday. The author, tired from the day's work decided to run to the roofdeck of their office's building, to chase the sun that is about to set. This renewed her inwardly.
635 · Jan 2019
It's Okay to Flicker
Kd Pascual Jan 2019
It's a Sunday night
I watch the flickering lights
Shoo darkness away
614 · Aug 2019
Silence doesn't mean peace
Kd Pascual Aug 2019
Here you are again,
Caught and hauntingly scarred by
defeaning silence.
574 · Jan 2019
Off Guard
Kd Pascual Jan 2019
And in the stillness
Of it all, suddenly, waves
Of thoughts come rushing
299 · Jul 2019
Strategic
Kd Pascual Jul 2019
Today, you can't cry
So you've put mascara on.
That's the strategy.
264 · Jul 2019
To feel the pain
Kd Pascual Jul 2019
Words that still resound
at the back of my head are,
"You don't have the right."
UwU
241 · Feb 2019
In the mundane
Kd Pascual Feb 2019
Busy streets, Noisy sirens
People rushing, dreams dying
A life of passion and perfection,
where did it go?

Fallen into an endless pit,
The world has swallowed
a young man's hope. To survive,
he merely lives  to live.

But in between the anxiety
and weariness, whispered a still
small voice saying, "Rest in Me,"
in the mundane and in the unexpected.

He knew then that it's in these short gasps,
and fleeting seconds of idleness
that he found rest, and that was enough
for him to press on and continue.

— The End —