#believes
see through
transparent
not so hidden
after all
the game
given away
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
God is so cruel, I whisper to the night,
My prayers hang heavy, lost in flight.
I got no response, not even a sign,
Just echoes of sorrow that once were divine.
Where is He? I looked up to heavens high,
But only cold stars watched me cry.
People dying, dreams turned to dust,
And still, we kneel… still, we trust.
The voices fade in the smoke and the rain,
Calling His name again and again.
But maybe His silence is part of the test—
Or maybe He’s gone, just like the rest.
–S. Yusuf
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
As I sat in church today,
Couldn’t find words to pray.
Because dear God—if You still hear.
Look down—we’re filled with fear.
You could change this. Couldn’t You?
Just one breath—or a spark or clue.
You are the reason why children still cry,
Why unarmed, hopeless people die.
And there still are wars down here,
Not enough reason for cheer.
I find it really hard to believe,
This is what You would wanna achieve.
Sorry to say, but that’s why,
I believe You are a very well-told lie.
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 2:22 AM UTC
Faking beliefs to believe in the fake.
For the real is way to real.
I still don't want to awake.
I'll imagine I've got a tastier meal.
Be strong, I say, don't give in.
For it will be for the wrong reason.
Spaghetti, potatoes, peas, please don't sin.
Steak or stew or mussles with season.
Scones, soup, browney with a liquid core.
Or rather think of a good baked fish.
Don't, just don't think of him anymore.
Try to replace him with your favorite dish.
I can' give in, I can't give up.
It won't be good if I drink the same cup.
Again and again it's a cup with a crack.
And all my sweet cocoa will flee right back.
I keep thinking, is this right?
I can't tell right from wrong in my blurred sight.
It's bad to go back, so just go on forth.
But my eyes slip back, like a compass needle north.
I need to hold myself, faults won't do me good.
I'll just have to stop my thinking with even more food.
It's a similar hormone triggered, I will feel the same.
What am I? Will I rather be fat again to spare me of the pain?
Why am I weak, it's such a one way to think.
But what else to do when my heart's about to sink.
Pop in my head, there he is again.
Chocolate, chicken breast, bread full of grain.
Don't think, just don't think at all.
Will he be hurt, does he think of me at all.
Is he alright, what is he up to right now.
Does he miss me, and I just wonder how.
Stop it, weakling, you can do better than this.
Orange sauce, porto dressing, ribs as soft as a kiss.
Mac and cheese, ceasar salad, do you think he is alright.
Was I wrong, after all he still wanted to fight.
No, be strong, honeydressing, porkchop, carrot stew.
How many chances did I give him a new?
Stop it, steamed beef, apple cake, am I really mad?
Why did walking away from him feel so bad.
Faking beliefs to believe in the fake.
For the real is way to hard.
I still don't want to believe my mistake.
For I too was wrong at my part.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
For so long
I was comfortable with storms,
thunder, lights, dark sky and heavy rains.
Now to me it's only normal
and you
still think it's unlucky
vile.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC
The Red Queen Believes!
~~~
The Red Queen,
in her youth,
believed in as many as
six impossible things
before breakfast
~~~
The Old Poet,
in his embered tinder, yellowing days,
believed in as many as
six possible poems
before breakfast
~~~
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Faith is for the transience to have,
To hold on to their, morale, their pride or their belief of justice,
While the sun already bid farwell to her warmth in this freezing autumn, the transience of their faith keeps them warm, ah phantoms,
And so time passes, beliefs change the path is redirected
The wind crosses over it, and alike a miracle revives those memories,
Of those who have already left and disappeared without a trace,
And of the ones who shaped anothers heart, with speech, with a gentle gesture or just kindness, shown to every and all kinds,
As I, who was too pure to understand the meaning of this wretched world together with its temporare selfdestructive problems achieved immortality, I began to understand that transience is beautiful!
Because transience meant living, did it mean that I was no more ?
This I cannot answer, however it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are, just do not get lost in the stream of time,
The smallest change can make the difference,
As for every kind is one kindness,
This, is a last remote.
~ Umi
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
Don’t believe the media,
they try to deceive you.
Don’t believe others,
they may lie to you.
Don’t believe your intuition,
it is biased.
If you want to know the truth
go and see for yourself
before making a judgement.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
Freedom is a word concealed in the life
There's who want to be free from the guilty conscience
There's who want to be free from the love
There's who want to be free from the nation
But the reality is
That
We can never get it in all its forms
There's who think if he die he will be free but even so you will be the Prisoner of the cosmos
Until the day
You create the synchronicity between
Logic and believes of what you want to do then it
Applies the will of the freedom
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
Our world is accepting of anything
that doesn't condemn it's actions
speak out against the hate
promise change
require everything
and is unable to be wrong.
And this my friend is why the world hated Christ
Christ called them what they were
he said it as it was
he made people uncomfortable with where they were
he urged people to change
required everything they had
asked them to forsake all they knew
and follow him
and the world stood by and looked at him
some accepted him
some laughed at him
but that didn't stop him
no, he kept begging for their souls
pleading for their lives
and eventually he even died for them
and some accepted him
and others mocked him
refusing to accept this perfect man
God's only son
but it doesn't matter if they mock
because one day they will
all have to answer to him
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
When they move towards
Wind impels over the
Bamboo groves and
A thunderous sound spread over
Everyone scare........
They come to take share of harvest,
They are branded as Tughami !
Every one disquiet and pray to almighty!
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC