#lifepoem
And here I am, looking for peace,
Questioning every thought that enters the brain,
Yet still manages to affect the heart.
The roots of flowers are dried, destroyed,
Yet somehow it manages to survive.
I watered the flower,
Then it seemed the *** was broken.
But not the flower.
I saved it.
I removed the plant from the ***
Planted it in the ground.
The ground seemed to be dry,
I watered it.
A stone — I removed.
Planted.
Watered.
It was removed and replanted thrice.
Didn't dare to touch the other plants.
The one which I planted isn't growing —
Neither am I.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 1:49 AM UTC
Clink, clink. Plain, soft water.
I drown more than I drink.
“You say I am selfish.”
Smoke from steamed rice
fades away like a battle ring.
The spice in your words I must swallow.
Too much spice , my head spins.
The glass chandelier feels too narrow.
My name on my plate, I carved,
fading because some cutlery
felt too sharp.
“You retort I am greedy,
always in want, always needy.”
My mind flies to the sky,
beyond the burning stars.
My ears sound like a flatline
as I swallow the hot gravy.
A passing bell rings in rhythm.
My plate is blurred, way too thin.
People laugh at my face,
say my looks do not match
our family DNA race
fair skin, silky hair.
My fork clatters, my shoulders sag.
Generational beauty I lack.
Plate, plate
fit in like bread.
Will I get dinner if I am late?
Someone chimes on my fate,
telling the little ones,
“Don’t be like your sibling
mess is all she can make.”
My lip trembles before I can blink,
searching for a spoon,
tasting, retching, spoon by spoon.
On the chair, I can’t fall apart.
I am dusty like an old cupboard,
when people wish not to see you long.
How can you pick up the broken plate?
Wishing for dinner alone, yet no place you belong?
“You must swallow. You have to.
Don’t be ungrateful.
Such a bad child , shameful.”
Keep it inside until
it comes out as rain
when you must return here again.
Heavy breakfast, seasoned with pain.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:35 AM UTC
Loving someone
is like falling with
No end, yet when
they let go,
your the first to
Close the door.
Your standards isn't really
High, you just see
their intention
Clearly.
You don't have to
belong to
feel complete,
you just have
feel at ease
with your own skin
to feel alive.
I stop wishing
for that good
Longging
I just
simply know
what i want.
I can satisfy myself,
I don't need your
temporary
enjoyment
your someone
who can deny me
Anytime.
Stop owning
someone's life,
they are not things
to begin with,
mutual respect
comes with
complete trust.
I love myself more
than to be your
second choice
so i dont rely
on your
love.
love can be so much hard work
still it will be worth it if
both parties
are doing it
its not a
one-side thing.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 6:34 AM UTC
satin black robe, maroon nails,
my cold palms on a colder marble balustrade,
the moon soaked rose garden,
and crying angels of that medieval fountain;
Beethoven creeping in the background
but still my heart didn't strung a sound;
All I did to find inspiration
still I'm going blank for years
words won't splendidly fill my unfinished fiction;
But still I'm here
grasping onto the midnight smoke
trying to give colours to my drunk imaginations;
My tired sighs now wished
that it'd be easy
to come up with words,
a missing lover
or a ballroom ******
or a heartbroken maiden
with empty goblets filling her scars;
anything would do now;
As long as this melancholic sonata goes on,
And before this cooing midnight
disappears into a blinding dawn,
You would find my impassive face
and desperate gaze
capturing floating words
to give a meaning to this new found romanticism;
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 1:44 AM UTC
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,
𝑺𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔,
𝑨𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌, 𝑮𝒐𝒔𝒉! 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.
𝑬𝒖𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂, 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒚, 𝑬𝒄𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚,
𝑨𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚, 𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚.
𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔,
𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔.
𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,
𝑻𝒐 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓,
𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔,
𝑨𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔.
𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚,
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚.
𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓,
𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 8:08 PM UTC
It wonders me
That how she understands me so well,
But sometimes it also bothers me
that her reasons are always right,
The reasons I don't want to easily accept;
It amazes me
How good she is with her patience,
The patience with which she works
To make our lives smooth,
Care for us despite our attitudes,
Keeps herself sane amongst difficulties
and never ending evil moves;
Once she was also someone
Who didn't know what 'difficulties' mean,
But today life made her that someone
who'd do anything just to keep
her family's life 'easy-going' ;
Sometimes it makes me angry
That how she is trapped in her
web of love for us,
How she sacrificed worldly greater choices
for the sake of our happiness
is simply unjust;
But she has my admiration
For how
She embraces her husband's family
as her own;
How sacrifices and compromises
became her structural bones;
She has done so much
Endured so much
Loved so much
That we can't repay her in a lifetime,
All we can do is at least be grateful
to that woman who saves our lifelines;
If I were to write about her life
and the amount of things she sacrificed,
I'm afraid words will fall short
To describe the amount of hardship
she endured ;
I've seen all the seasons gracing her life,
I've seen her through thick and thin,
I've seen her selflessly caring;
Though her inside burned alive
I've seen her putting on her best smile
Just to make our happiness worthwhile;
I've seen her loving nature and humanity,
I've seen her respecting opinions
without holding any grudge,
I've seen her boldly siding honesty
Ignoring criticizing whispers and
the comforts she deserved;
And I'm grateful to the Almighty
For sending me to her,
I hope I'll be able to give her every
happiness she deserves
Because she is my mother
The biggest blessing of all
I've got;
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 9:27 PM UTC
sometimes I wish,
i could be up in the clouds
looking down on my friends
watching the crowds.
sometimes I wish,
i could know what it's like
to be in a world
that's not full of spite.
so that's why I wish,
i was up in the clouds
looking down on my friends
watching the crowds.
so that's why I wish,
i could just be me
in a field of cotton white
with the feeling of being free.
sometimes I wish,
life was more fleeting
no more sadness
just a happy greeting.
and lastly I wish,
that fate will go my way
just so that i can smile
and feel like thriving everyday.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 10:43 PM UTC
Shielding the acts of all these careless men;
Men, who took from her, now and then, again and again,
Willingly, she takes the bullet for each mistake made by them.
Beguiling attempts to validate their deeds with actions her own, all along.
Simply assumes it was her erring ways for which, with her they don’t belong.
She takes it upon herself to right their wrongs.
She too, took a little from them, as they from her,
She is wiser now, braver than those men were.
A clearer perspective of herself, rather than a shadowy blur.
The slight in her ways is kneeling before her luck,
Still, she lives one day from the next, her soul running amok.
She celebrates life; simple pleasures leave her wonder-struck.
Thus, accepting it all, she moves on to other men,
Only to come a full circle again.
And round and round it goes, like a Ferris Wheel;
With each cart, carrying a new sin and a new ideal.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
Beneath the wild blue yonder;
In a restless haze, I wander.
To delve through the other worlds,
Calling out to adventures, yet to be unfurled.
Not to seek the vibrant summer’s call;
But, in search of the softer shades of fall.
A haunting voice from the beyond rings through,
Letting me know of the fate I must come to.
I have but one wish before I go, to have no regrets,
To have lived, and more so, to have lived well, when the sun finally sets.
Broken remnants of the moments rejoiced linger on;
While feelings, unrequited find solace & are re-drawn.
I know, that milestones of life are oft used as a measure of success,
Yet, in the finer details is where I invariably feel blessed.
For I have uncovered one secret of living,
It is only the wayward who delights in not fitting
with the conventional notions; they indulge in the little joys –
The subtle art of rising above the noise.
So, I take a deep breath, and think of what may become,
With a song in my heart and a merry tune to hum.
By the cosmic indulgence, I remain spellbound,
In complete awe of the magic all around.
Beneath the wild blue yonder;
In a restless haze, I still wander.
I’ll await my turn in unraveling the bigger mysteries.
Till then though, I will revel in the smaller victories.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
I'm green with those I leave behind,
This world I have, where all seems mine.
I vacillate as their world keeps thriving,
Leaving the living live with the alive.
But I'm gone, I'm dead,
The colorful globe will spin;
The living will die;
Not now... by and by,
With O whys and O mys.
It's a curse I've bequeathed
To the loves of my life,
When they leave their loved ones behind.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
Met a man on the beach today,
saw him taking photos in the rising Sun's light,
asked him “Flora or Fauna”,
he replied with “Fauna”,
I approached,
he pointed out a bullfrog,
hidden amongst the reeds,
keeping cool in the Mekong's mud,
then he pointed out several lizards clinging to blades of grass,
the fact is that,
I never would have noticed these animals if he hadn’t pointed them out,
I guess sometimes we don’t see things right in front of us,
until we are shown them by others that are the wiser,
or at least that are more observant,
I observed him,
as he observed the animals our interaction continuing,
we walked,
down the the banks of the Mekong,
I showed him a carved artifact,
that I’d found washed up upon the beach,
there had been a series of storms lately,
which had led to floods,
which had led to the unearthing,
of artifacts that had been resting in their earthen beds for hundreds of years,
sometimes it takes a bit of turmoil to unearth that which is covered,
see just because something is covered doesn't mean it's not there,
anyways no matter where we go there we are,
and there we were in that morning rise of sun,
we walked closer to the rushing waters,
where the girl I was with had been observing,
me observing the man who was observing the Fauna,
the girl I was with asked the man casually,
“So man where are you from?”,
it's a common question amongst travelers,
but sometimes a very common thing can lead to something very rare,
He said he was from America and that he’d had enough of it,
he said the doctors had suggested open heart surgery and he was having none of it,
he said he was a Flower Child of the '60's a Vietnam Vet,
and had always had a “stick it to the man kinda attitude.”,
apparently he had heart disease,
caused by a clogging of his arteries,
not enough blood or not enough love or not enough what ever,
was reaching his still beating heart,
the doctors,
with there religious faith in Western Medicine,
warned him if he didn't go in for surgery,
that his early death would come for certain,
they gave him six months to live,
“gave” him like they are God,
like they can “give” life,
while predicting an early death like Death follows any mortals schedule,
no doctor can “give” life but they sure can take it away,
with their agnostic diagnostics and toxic antibiotics,
did you know that Mustard Gas is used in Chemotherapy?
Seriously.
So anyways he,
was diagnosed with heart disease,
given a six month life expectancy,
and told that his current state of being was in itself a medical emergency.
When he heard the news,
he made a conscious decision,
he flew to Laos to escape the 3 trillion dollar U.S. Medical Industry,
he decided he would rather die free than live in a hospitalized prison,
that was 4 years ago from the day we met and he's still alive and kicking,
now he lives amongst the Lao people,
building pipes and helping water flow,
kinda ironic honestly that as a result of his pipes being clogged,
he now helps pipes flow but I guess that's how it goes,
gravity fed springs and moments that are enlightening are both wonderful things.
I thought about help and about charity and about giving to others who may be in need,
and then I began to think,
as this man told his tale,
it’s better to die a free man,
than live in a hospital that’s turned into a jail,
no bail,
only one way out,
nobody gets out of here alive,
our body’s are maximum security penitentiaries,
and I understood exactly this mans Last Stand For Freedom,
he refused to be claimed be the hospital system,
he refused to be confined to a bed and fed through a tube,
he’d rather die happy and free taking photos on the Mekong,
have a heart attack and die taking a photo of a bullfrog,
his cardiac arrested onto his back he'd fall until he’s resting eyes up at the Heavens,
fading out like a saffron sunset upon the muddy waters flow,
no kids no wife no pets just him and his past he wants to die happy and alone,
alone as as we all are when we go,
and we all go one way or another whether Flora or Fauna,
I shook his hand thanked him for his insight then the girl and I left,
to continue on our Life's adventure…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
from The Holy Trilogy vol.1; available worldwide; 11/11/16 ∆
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
cloudy afternoon
on wednesday
i watch movies
u can called it the conjuring 2
did you think it was spooky?
no,
its better than my days
and i see valak as devil from hell
did you think he was frightening?
no,
its better than my nightmare that always haunt me
yeah
i think my life is more deep
than just,
a horror movies
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC
Our life a canvas
Renaissance of emptiness & bare
Waiting in wanting of a change
Of colours & sketches to wear
Our acrylic a creation
Clothings of words & expressions
Replenishes the canvas in colours
In boundless strokes of desires & justice
Our paintbrush the world
A place so tiny yet so vast
with people in shades of rainbows
A true necessity in life
We are the painters
Our dexterity a masterpiece
The one that the canvas relies on
The master of our own paintings
We are Picasso
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
Life is forever changing
Each day like the coming
And leaving
Of the ocean tide
Life is forever changing
Just like the moon
One day its the crescent
And another its whole
Life is forever changing
Every moment is different
Like the sky
One day its blue
And filled with color
The next its dull and dark
Life is forever changing
And sometimes it feels
Like its running away from you
And each step you take
You cant seem to catch it
No matter how fast you run
Or how hard you try
All you get
Is a glimpse
In the corner of your eye
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
I keep wondering what I did to deserve this,
but I didn’t do anything.
Nobody deserves things.
We just take what were given and try to make the best of it.
So maybe I have been a ****** person sometimes
or maybe I pushed away to many people who wanted to care,
but none of that matters.
Life is full of unfortunate events,
And maybe that just has nothing to do with me.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
Ideas..they are the most inopportune creatures aren't they
I was in the middle of a good sleep when this one came along
And it appears as tho I won't get any sleep until I acknowledge it
Until I give it life, until I set it free, you know free, liberate
.....
Hmm ..
To have Life
To be Free
To be Liberated
What an Idea
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
whiskey muffled whispers on nights you don’t sleep
all you are is starring straight through me
with electric i want to **** you eyes
gin and tonic lips pressed against mine
soulless hands running over
desolate skin
seeming such sincerity
baby, just let me in
all i want to know is who stole the light from your eyes
fake lovers lust leaks into red morning skies
i’m going to steal all your darkness, i want to make you alright
you’ll never be mine, but my heart is yours for the night
if our forever only lasts us until 6 a.m’s light, i’ll take it
but just know, i’d let you take my heart any day
and break it
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC