#humbleness
quiet night, silent cold
laid in bed, eyes won’t closed
said nobody died but I’m grieving
can’t explain but something’s missing
fate can be cruel
as if deliberately cruel
to trample your heart
humble you down
I collect my broken pieces
with his wise words of patience
and he said he’s happy enough, he’s grateful
and I realized I’ve strayed from the Most Merciful
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 1:05 PM UTC
7 billion lively spirits
7 billion stories in the iris
7 billion is the population of humans in this world
But not 7 billion got humanity to hurl
World parted into two
Parted into two human zoos
Where the brain exists but isn't sensitive
Where biasing people on debris stuff is intuitive
World parted on bottom of the wealth
Privilege to one, poverty to others in stealth
Widening ineffectual separation
Filth full games of oppression
World parted on bottom of skin color and religion
Since when color became dominating and moral teaching became about ill-treating
Since when love chose the place where you're from
And not the story imprinted on your palm
Parting in two segments of goods and bads on both side
Cities will have the "Posh" area and the other ugly side
The probability to find your soulmate might go one by two
As he or she will be on the side of the city divided by you
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 1:07 AM UTC
Save yourself by saving someone.
For that someone may rescue you.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
Let the ink spill
Reflecting the true virtue
Of yours
In such a way
Every reading mind
Try their best, to create
Their own version
Of you
That is what
You are
Thank You
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC
True reason
All believe
To a person like you
Who will not lose their mind?
You are
Mosaic of the
Entire Universe
Who may not have this thought?
Here, I'm
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
“Do you know, to my thinking it's a good thing sometimes to be absurd; it's better in fact, it makes it easier to forgive one another, it's easier to be humble. One can't understand everything at once, we can't begin with perfection all at once! In order to reach perfection one must begin by being ignorant of a great deal. And if we understand things too quickly, perhaps we shan't understand them thoroughly.”
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
[Prose poem]
Look at how the wind lifts the snow. It looks like a spirit.
Maybe I was here, sitting still. Looking at the snow being exhaled, from the rooftops and windowsills. You turn the diaphanous into strings, Your wind the bow, the sight a melody. Maybe the cold and white is purity, like it would seem to be. We die to live. Drop our leaves like vice baggage, and wear new sleeves. You crafted it all so carefully. The art of telling the proud waves to settle, to make an ocean while making seconds, and whiles, and everything.
And where was I?
Maybe I was here, sitting still.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
My feet will stay on the ground
My humbleness will not be gone in the lost and found
It'll still be there when I come around
I take pride in listening to the sound
Of what could be in the crowd
I'll read my thoughts out loud
So I no longer look like a bird who couldn't get out of the clouds
Deer caught in the headlights
That's me with my passion
That's the way it goes
No vibes of empowerment over others
Or vast superiority
Because I took out all the mental soroitys
And told them to shove it
And added new ones instead
Like a kool aid drink that used to be basic water
Same nourishment
Different taste
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC