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87 · Apr 15
I'm sorry
I'm sorry if I failed as your daughter.
If I never lived up to your expectations.

At the very least, I graduated.
At least, I pushed through—I never dropped out, never skipped classes.
At least the recognition came before any award.
At least I didn’t get pregnant along the way.

But even then, I received no appreciation.

Were you proud that I made it this far?
Were you proud that, at the very least, I graduated?
You don’t have to worry about me anymore. I’m used to it—I trained myself not to react anymore.

But still, behind closed doors, I kept asking myself:
Were my efforts ever enough?
Did I ever make you feel satisfied or proud of what I did while I was still studying?

Did I make it—as your daughter?
Or just as a student of my alma mater?

I'm sorry if I failed as a sibling—
As your Ate.
I just got tired.
I'm only resting.

But that doesn't mean I'm weak.
I’m strong—because I know that all of this hardship, someday, will lead somewhere meaningful.

As your sister, you may have seen or heard me cry.
Just don’t mind me.
I’m just trying to let it all out—
Like a cloud, heavy with all the weight it’s been carrying.
I just need to feel the pain…
Until it finally numbs me.

You may have seen me in my most vulnerable moments.
But that’s okay.

It’s okay to cry.
It’s okay to be seen in pain.
Because I am brave—
Brave enough to let others see my tears,
Brave enough to show the wounds I usually hide.
An unheard forgiveness waiting to be heard...
There was a scene from a series I once saw while scrolling—a moment between a mother, her son, and his wife. It lingered with me, not just because of the dialogue, but because it unveiled something I hadn’t quite put into words before.

My mother believes she knows me. She sees me as her daughter, shaped by the experiences she’s witnessed. But that isn’t knowing me—not fully. She knows the version of me I allow her to see, the echoes of moments she has observed. Yet, she does not know the thoughts that have weighed on my mind, the struggles that have unraveled in silence. She does not know the battles I have fought when no one was looking.

She thinks she knows me. But she knows only the reflection of who I’ve been in front of her—not the depths of what has been.

The moment she spoke, the words came without hesitation—an assertion that I had never known hardship the way they did back then. But what was her point? Was I supposed to experience the same struggles to justify seeking work, to endure a job that drains me?

I believe in the seasons of life, in the ebb and flow that shapes each journey. Not everything you wish for will always fall into place. The tide does not rush to meet you at every shore. No—like the dock, like the shore, everything has its own timeframe. There is a rhythm to when things arrive, when they retreat.

Sometimes, the wisest choice is not to charge forward blindly but to pause—to listen to the tide when it rises, to recognize when the storm makes waiting the better path.

To my father, who sees me only through the lens of my mistakes. Tricky, isn’t it?

I was never the favorite—it was never something I felt. And in the moments when I tried to speak my mind, I was seen as rude. You let your wounded pride dictate your reaction, resorting to physical abuse when my words unsettled you.

I wonder why it was always acceptable for you to speak harshly to us, to offend, to joke with a half-meant sting. And when we hurt, when silence became our response, it was dismissed—just as we were. We let it go, swallowed it whole, because if we spoke, we were the ones in the wrong. We were the ones without respect for you.

Respect, it seems, was only expected when it was convenient for you!

But to my partner—the one who sees beyond both my silence and my noise. Beyond my laughter and my tears, my vulnerabilities and my strength. The one who notices even when I am invisible, and who does not need to chase me when I seek attention.

He sees me.

I have never needed to pretend.

With him, I am raw. Unfiltered. Whole.

He knows me from deep within and from outside. He understood the assignment once I kept silent for a while.

He knows me from all of me.
87 · May 12
Maria Ligaya
I have had it all covered
Once or twice will do
But I did nothing wrong,
Why mention my name all of the sudden?
I kept my mouth shut
for the longest time
for a hundred or thousands of times
to keep my peace
and gave you peace and respect in return
what do you fvcking need?
an attention or details to ease your mind from overthinking
out of context, from your whimsical story maker of a child?
you are a ******* open book
your personality never fitted from your face
a disgusting *****
corrupting your generation's mind
you are a mundane *******
scandalous, pathetic *****
it was a female dog, not meant to turn into a behavior
you are such an escandalosa
Maria Makiling by face, loudmouth by personality
her name is Maria Ligaya, married a cano
but she changed and became a mata pobre
86 · May 14
ghosts of my ex-fling
I know myself.
I am not a gold digger, nor am I a materialistic woman.
But I’ve come to learn this:
when a man truly wants to provide,
he simply will—
no excuses, no alibis, no “what ifs.” Just action.

So the question is:
What made me choose my partner over and over again?
Simple.
Because when he wants to,
he would.

I met someone years ago—
someone who, in hindsight, couldn't even provide for himself.
So how could I expect him to provide for me?

Point taken.
I was serious about the relationship.
He wasn’t.
While I was busy holding it all together,
he was out there fooling around,
treating my loyalty like a game.

I felt like a cup of hot coffee—
left unattended.
And when he finally came back,
I had already gone cold.

But the issue was never the coffee.
It was always the one who was supposed to drink it.

I always waited for him—
until one day, I didn’t anymore.
Because time won’t wait for me,
and I can’t keep letting it pass me by
while holding on to someone
who never truly held on to me.

Maybe I’ll never learn to smile the same again.
Maybe the scars will stay a little longer.
But I know this deep in my bones:
I’ll make it through.

And if you ever decide to wait for me—
truly wait—
then maybe, just maybe,
you'll find me
not where you left me,
but somewhere stronger.
86 · Jul 2
🌪️
I play pokers with snakes,
I play hide and seek with monsters under my bed
I play truth or dare with backstabbers
Well, it is called truth for a reason

I mirror unparallel versions of you, mimicked into one
The deception of the trickster was acted upon by the *****
For them, money is god. For God, you are pulverized— like ***** and Gomorrah.

Forming words like scrabbles is like forming words of questioning abilities
Be it a word or a phrase— make up your mind and lay the tiles on the scrabble board
Like a domino effect, I stack you up and you fall

Pick up sticks, fell down and picked up
But sticks and stones will surely break your bones.
The games of the general or checkers, move for the red or the black one
Bull's eye like darts or archery, you could swing by in a baseball bat.

Knowing a mastermind's mind games is wicked
But knowing your move is like playing chess with the enemy.

Not knowing when he will bite or blow,
Fed by fear and latin prayers
behind the latin prayers written in the red handkerchief

I was wise enough to tell when I let it burn
Out with the agony, with the truth one person tells through smoke
Like this poem, my mind is in scribbles too.
86 · Apr 17
yes.
I killed a part of me to keep you alive, but it turns out, you went behind my back and betrayed me.
I want you to know but I will never tell you
how it happened so quickly.

how you ruined our family.
over your child's baseless information.
over granny's nanny's useless explanation.
you broke my trust.
I am mad at you.
but still, I wished you well.
I wish you well, in Hell.
86 · Mar 28
mind me, will you?
The peace of not knowing everything is far better than the burden of knowing it all at once.

Or perhaps, this boredom I feel now is the peace I once longed for. Either way, I am grateful—I have learned how to be alone without being lonely.

But did you know? The best thing they ever did for me—those bred with perfection and sincerity—was to despise me in silence. Hated by many, yet confronted by none.

Perhaps it was the peace of mind I deserved—to not know at all. Or maybe, it was merely the weight of unanswered questions and the burden of overthinking.

A peace of mind, I plead. Mind me, will you?
85 · Aug 2023
CRZY (8-27-22)
Been staring at you for a while now
Been imagining positions in the back of my mind
How to ******* in different positions now
This is the holy grail you will ever find

I know you want this
How badly you need this
You deserve so much more
I know you want more

Come here and *** for me
I want you to *** inside me
Make me ***** baby
Make me drive you crazy

You always keep coming back for more
I know you want more
Let me be there for you
Satisfy you, gratify you

Make your rocket alive
Let me drive
Let me be the one to break you
With my bare hands and **** body
Moan you, urge you, want you
Keep it steady
85 · Feb 24
bitch
Tables will turn,
Bridges will burn.
I've already had my last straw,
Caught in a haze, rippling the effect.

Domino tiles will crash you down.
You were made to be built,
Only for me to break you apart.
The world is round, always spinning.

One day, you're soaring high,
The next, you've already hit the ground.
Life is a boomerang—
What you throw will always come back to you.

How dare you drag me down, tarnish my name,
Question my honor?
You said, "I am educated, but I was a thief."
Well then, let’s burst your bubble,
Expose your ***** linens.
"You just used someone to climb your way up."
You used someone just to escape hardship,
Yet you have the audacity to look down on the poor.

You met a narcissist, yet denied he was one of them.
You have a bossy son—
Such a lowballer.
He demands quality work but pays far less than it’s worth.
He burdens me with endless tasks,
Yet he can’t even clean his own room,
Wash his own clothes,
Cook his own food.

He surrounds himself with rich friends,
But isn’t it cliché and ironic
That he’s the only poor one among them?
A social climber,
Spending beyond his salary,
Desperate to prove he can keep up.

she is so ambitiosa
We helped her with all her documents
so she could go to the USA
Since it was her dream to go there
she married a depressed man

a fool woman who cannot keep up with the earthly standards
a pretentious ***** now, are we?
85 · Aug 2023
Broken promises (6-10-22)
You said you loved me
And I was a fool to believe it
The world is what you promised to give me
And I fell for it

It was a promise I thought you would forever hold
But you lied to me
Yet, I’ve been told
That you were unfaithful to me

You said I’m the only one you loved (the one you loved)
You said I’m the one for you, destined for you
But why is it there’s two of us?
Or are you thirsty for lust?

I thought you love me
You said it so, yourself
But how come you fooled me?
Is that your way of loving me?

By fooling me, lying to me
Being unfaithful to me

Asking unanswered questions to myself
Am I not enough?
It makes me think I’m never enough
Did I not give you everything you wanted?
Provide you what you needed?

Were you never satisfied with the love I make you feel?
Were you not contented of the love I give?
My love for you was so real
Why would you ever want to leave?

You still hurt me, cheated on me
Despite of the way I treated you (You, oh)
Do I deserve this kind of pain?
I think I’ll never love this way ever again

Your love drains me
******* up all the energy within me
Which makes me tired already
And no amount of sleep or rest will make it go away
85 · Apr 4
YOU
YOU
YOU.

You do what you do best, don’t you? Classic. The way you manipulate the air around you, the way you twist words into weapons, the way you make me feel like I’m both the hunter and the hunted. I watch, always, and I know you’re aware.

Say what you want to say. Say it loud. Say it quietly. Say it to me. But know this—I hear it all. Even the things you never say out loud. Even the glances, the shifts in your shoulders, the little tremors in your voice. I notice everything.

I hope you never kiss and tell, oh honey, please. The secrets you carry, the truths you hide—they are the things that make you dangerous. And I like dangerous. I like it because it forces me awake, forces me aware, keeps me alive in ways nothing else can.

You never walk that talk. Pretentious actions, crocodile-teary-eyed plastic friend—every gesture a performance. Every word dripping with insincerity. And yet, I watch. I absorb it. I catalog it. Because when the mask slips, it always does, I’ll be ready.

Is there anything else on your mind? Anything you dare not say aloud? We were never wired to guess it, right? But don’t worry—I can guess. I always can. I’ve been tracing your thoughts long before you even realized they existed.

Please, pray tell. Tell me. I’m growing impatient now. The waiting is exquisite torture. And you—you thrive on it, don’t you? The tension. The silent game. The invisible thread that connects us in ways neither of us can explain.

Pretty little lady, playing safe now, are we? The little walls you build, the careful steps, the measured glances—they won’t protect you. Not from me. Not from what I see beneath your skin.

Hold on to your hope. I’ll catch you, whether you’re dead or alive. I’ll find you in shadows, in corners, in places you think are safe. The monsters under your bed are nothing compared to me.

Pretty little lady, won’t you come here and save me? The plea is real. The desperation is real. But so is the danger. So is the madness lurking just beneath the surface, just waiting for the moment to pounce.

Holding on to dear life, I ran. I ran from the monsters under my bed. But they followed. Demons etched ink into my skin, crawling, escaping, leaving marks no one else could see. And still—I keep running.

They shout your name. Your name echoes through the halls of my mind. Shadows left unturned, corners unexamined, memories too sharp to forget. And I am still here. Still running. Still waiting.

Come with me, they held out my hand. Their grip is cold, relentless, unyielding. But you? Will you reach for me? Will you dare to touch what you cannot understand? Or will you watch from the edges of your safe little world?

Pretty little lady, are you still mad at me? The question hangs in the air like smoke. You think your anger shields you. You think it protects you. But anger is a candle in the dark—it only illuminates how close I already am.

Letting myself put the bounty on your head—what a thought. What a delicious, terrible idea. To chase, to hunt, to feel the thrill of the unknown dance just out of reach. The fear in your eyes is nothing compared to the thrill in my own.

A killer on the loose, a madman running. That is me, isn’t it? Chasing someone who is both prey and sanctuary, torment and salvation. And yet—I cannot stop. Not now. Not ever.

The world outside is irrelevant. The night, the dark, the corners of alleys, the shadows on the walls—they all belong to us now. A game without rules, a dance without music, a chase without end.

You think you are safe. You think the walls, the doors, the locks will protect you. But I have already stepped inside your mind. I have already been there. And nothing can stop what has begun.

The monsters under the bed were just practice. The demons etched into my skin, the shadows that scream—they were rehearsal for this moment, this pursuit, this obsession that neither time nor distance can erase.

I see you in every reflection, every glimmer of light. I feel you in every silence, every pause, every breath I take. And you—you do not know how close you are.

This is the space between us. This is the tension, the push, the pull, the unbearable closeness that neither of us can fully grasp. And yet—it is beautiful. Terrifying. Delicious.

Pretty little lady, the night waits. The shadows wait. And I wait. For you. Always for you. Because no matter where you run, no matter how far, no matter how safe you think you are—you will never escape the echo of me.
85 · Mar 28
status
You think, you can fool me
Wrap me around your little finger
May you bless me well, for you to be holy
But nah, you may know me well from the outside

But you don't because every time you look in the mirror,
You mirror convexity face to face with your kind

I never doubted for a second
I never think twice, no second choices for a split second
Just a split personality, bipolar disorder
Because I know when to be crazy and be serious at the same time

I might choke you, pin you down
Stab you, rope you
Maybe when I punch you, you might fly
Thin-skinned boy with no permanent dreams
Living for a temporary, one day millionaire life.

Pretense of the rich-poor cycle
Blending in with the rich like a chameleon
Socializing with the poor since it is your kind
Don't confuse me with your ideal Marxism

You can't fool me. Not anymore.
84 · Feb 22
libel
expecting for a phone call now
waiting for the bunny to die
deck of cards may fly
but you won't make it out alive

they might burn you, smokes play pretend
just like your crocodile tears would ever know
thinking twice for someone with no brain
drain functions as well in your guttered mind

painted my life red
a crimson red for my blood
shame on you for keeping my name *****
one more thing, when you woke up alive
see yourself six feet below the ground

but why don't you play it right
***** is a snitch, one sided *****
play your game right
checkmate, touch move
play safe now, won't you?

medusa is unbothered and untouched but misunderstood
seems so, the war is on
waving red flags for this feud
white flags, unbowed.
84 · Mar 16
_yndn.
Pray tell, pretentious beast—***** rather.  
Why do you keep bothering me?  
Stop that sht, will you? Or else I'll be the one to put you in your place.  

You slither in shadows, whispering poison,  
masking your malice with sugar-laced lies.  
But I see you—oh, I *see
you,  
a wolf in stolen silk, parading as a queen.  

Keep pushing, and I’ll carve the truth into your façade,  
rip that porcelain mask off your two-faced smile.  
Shall we see what’s beneath?  
A coward? A fraud?  
Or just another desperate soul feeding on borrowed pride?  

Your theatrics bore me—  
a puppet with tangled strings,  
dancing to the tune of your own hypocrisy.  
One more step, and I’ll cut them for you.
84 · Aug 2023
Ex. (6-5-22)
I remember the days we spent together
The memories we both shared
And what happened between us was already over
And there’s nothing that I have contrasted or compared

When I felt your touch on my skin
Feels like a venial sin
It was a mistake and I regret it
It was a mistake and not worth it

I can still feel your body next to mine
The way you look into my eyes
Baby, you so fine
This love is accurate and precise

I can still smell your scent
I still yearn for your presence
Maybe it was for you that I was meant
Life is such an essence

Your lies, I admit it
They’re deceptive, I’m gullible
But I have learned a lot about it
It’s intuitive, infallible

You think you can fool me
You just don’t know it yet
You cannot easily fool me
I hope you deserve what you get

I can still feel your body
When I touch my skin
With you, I go crazy
Please stay with me through thick and thin
84 · Mar 16
wjbsch
I heard a lot of ***** about you— the good and the bad
But did you hear a word from me?
Nah., I don't think so.

When I heard rumors about me, did you even defend me?
Did you even protect my name and my honor, my reputation?
Nah. I hardly ever doubted you would do that.

When your mother talk ***** about you
when your father took advantage of you
When your friends bullied you for your status

You gave them everything, that means risking your life as well
When they started talking gibberish about you
I confronted them, brought back the past for the good things you did
There was no such thing as bro code
you told me, "you are all they have"
but how about me in the long run?
I was always there for you, in your darkest times
I was there for you in your darkest nights
But I wonder where were you?

Defense mechanism is ******* for what you did to me
When the world turned its back around you, I was there
When no one else was there
But now, this is how you are gonna pay me?
I just returned the favor, bruh
I wished you well, not in heaven, not on Earth, not in purgatory whether it ceases to exist, but nah
I wished you in hell.

What you repaid me is shame and horror to my reputation
Oh shameless and audacity!
It was never yours to begin with
But you made me do it— you made me do it
You pushed the buttons, you pull the lever to make me feel this high to come pick you up
And fall you down to the ground
Piece by piece, little by little
From cracks to crumble, you are
Just an average egoistic, self-centered immature guy
Asking from affection and attention from his chaotic-minded mother
And alcoholic-narcissistic father, with a squammy frog-looking sidechick, daily hobby
With a ****** up family tree

I defended you, denied what you did, tolerated your ***** and said to them you are not the type to do that.
But I was wrong, I was wrong, indeed

I got kind, yet you abused me
Treated you like king, yet you only saw me as your servant
I was never yours to begin with, you only paid me for my service
Not for my dignity
I only sold my skills and time to you
Not my whole soul
When other people talk back a lot about you

I did not clap back, instead I was in the front row, front seat
Raised my hands and applaud for you
Supported you along the way
But all of it was a scam, a facade
A trap, a rabbit hole I fell into
An abyss, a pit, Tartarus, more worse than I came from
It was darkness, but I glowed, I crawled my way up to the top
Yet, you kicked me out of the light once again
There were a lot of one-sided *******, biases and fake news spreading everywhere
They believed everything even when it is fake
Truth is nothing when fake is what they believed in

They said, Revenge was never yours to begin with
Revenge was never yours to continue nor to end
An eye for an eye, brother
A tooth for a tooth
And a head for a head
You focused on the speck on my eyes, but you never realized you had a speck in your own eye too
Revenge is only for The Almighty
83 · Sep 4
writer's block
there are times, when I think of the right word to describe what I feel towards the free verse poem I write,
I find not the exact word, but my mind went totally blank while just thinking about it
what could it be? do I just write this poem to make myself plausible for my audience?
here I am again, with questions cluttering my mind
is it bothering me? no. I got Hello Poetry as my friend, to begin with
it is my canvas, my freedom wall to extend my talents in a creative way.
83 · Mar 17
👌👌👌
Calling the attention of the people who ruined me—face yourself in the mirror, fitted for Hell.
You, who ruined my peace—Let us wait for the right time, in God's will and right timing;
While, as I waited, I sat on my couch, sipping a coffee or smoothie, when the tables turned, for you to experience the same pain and trauma you did and put me through.
When you come back crawling to me, I will make sure to burn the bridges, for you to never cross once again.
I will make sure that when I blink— only once, not twice, and look you in your **** eyes
I will make you sweat coldly, as you run out of breath and make you feel like a deer in the headlights.
Fear me for I growl and it makes you shiver and flinch.
83 · Mar 16
🤡🤡🤡
Do you know that?
I made fun of you
You're no comedy, you're just you
Goofy but trying hard, copycat
Too desperate to try
You're that clown, not from a circus town
But instead, I visualize you as the clown with the red balloon named Pennywise from Derry, Maine
You are such a stupid person to make fun of
Yeah, you deserve it
You are still funny, even if you never try
You're a classic *****
83 · Aug 2023
Him (10-24-21)
His eyes were color brown
He is tall, dark and handsome
His hair is colored black
But I cannot look away

I smile a lot when he looks at me
He was beside me all the time
My heart beats faster from time to time
When he is talking to me

I was in a shotgun with him
Listening to the music playing in the radio
While talking to him
And reminiscing to what we had before

How I wish we took a photo
But I realized it all after
It was too late
Too little, too late

I have always longed for you
But I have no guts to tell you
Long enough I got tired to pursue you
Ooh, I am the best one for you
Children, I speak to you today with urgency, because the world is filled with songs that are not what they seem. There is music that whispers to your soul, soft, alluring, reflective—but do not be deceived. Not every melody is from God. Not every note is a prayer. Some songs, even those that seem gentle or introspective, are open doors. They are portals, inviting the enemy into your heart, giving him access to your thoughts, your feelings, your very mind.

Take the Huntrix, the female singer, for example. Her songs seem reflective, thoughtful, even deep. They speak to your emotions and make you ponder your life. But hear me well: reflection is not always safe if the door to your soul is left unguarded. Some of her melodies are channels for the enemy, carefully crafted to lull the listener into vulnerability. While you may feel calm, while your heart may seem moved, the enemy is at work, planting seeds of doubt, pride, despair, or obsession.

Above you hangs the Honmoon, pale and silent. Its glow illuminates what is hidden, what you refuse to face. It is not warmth—it is awareness. And with that awareness comes responsibility. The Honmoon shows you your weaknesses, your fears, your desires, your sins. Do not mistake illumination for comfort. The light exposes temptation, and if you are not vigilant, it can make you stumble.

And then you hear them—the Saja Boys, three male demons, soul-takers, singing their insidious melody: “Pray for me now … I’ll be your idol.” Listen carefully, children. This is not a call to God. This is not salvation. This is a trap. “Pray for me now (Dies irae)”—the Day of Wrath—is not a promise of deliverance. It is a warning of destruction, of judgment for those who follow blindly, for those who surrender their hearts without discernment.

“Pray for me now (Illa)”—the unknown force—tempts you to trust what you cannot see, to give yourself over to what is hidden, mysterious, and dangerous. “Pray for me now (Vos solve in)” urges surrender, asking you to release yourself into the hands of those who mean to control you. “Pray for me now (Favilla)”, the ember, seems small, harmless—but it ignites a fire you cannot control. “Pray for me now (Maledictus)” warns that those who follow blindly risk being cursed, spiritually lost, and deceived. “Pray for me now (Erus)”—the master—lures you to believe that the idol can guide you, protect you, or love you. But this is false. This is deception. “Pray for me now (In flamas)”—in flames—is destruction, chaos, and ruin. “Pray for me now (Aeternum)”, eternity, shows that the consequences of following these paths are not fleeting—they are eternal.

Even the words that promise love and attention—“I will love you more when it all burns down … now I’m here for your soul”—are traps. They prey on vulnerability, drawing you in while stealing what is most precious: your very soul. The Saja Boys’ song is not a hymn. It is a snare, a carefully crafted seduction, offering false salvation and control in place of God’s truth.

The Huntrix’s song may seem like reflection—but beware. Even reflection, if unguarded, can become a tool for the enemy. It can invite darkness into your heart, making you vulnerable to manipulation. And then there is Gwima, the male devil, watching silently. He is patient, eternal, and ever vigilant. He does not rush, for he knows the hearts of the naive. He waits for those who wander, for those who indulge in music and words without discernment, for those who ignore the warnings. And in his presence, even the demons are trapped, caught in the folds of his influence, serving his will.

Verse after verse, line after line, the Saja Boys’ song speaks to obsession: “Keeping you in check, keeping you obsessed … Play me on repeat, kkeudeobsi in your head.” The enemy does not strike all at once. He infiltrates slowly, making you think you are safe. He loops the melody in your mind, repeating the words, twisting your thoughts, planting lies, and shaping your desires. Huntrix sings for reflection, but the Saja Boys sing for possession.

Do you hear the chorus? “Listen ’cause I’m preachin’ to the choir … I can be the star you rely on … Don’t you know I’m here to save you?” It is false. It is deceit. It promises safety, attention, even love—but all it delivers is dependence, entrapment, and spiritual ruin. Verse 2 continues: “Thank you for the pain ’cause it got me going viral … Living in your mind now.” Pain is twisted into obsession, suffering becomes a gateway for control. The bridge, “I will make you free when you’re all part of me,” promises liberation, yet it enslaves completely. Those who surrender to these songs without discernment are trapped, their minds and hearts merged into the will of the enemy.

Finally, the last chorus strikes the deepest warning: “No one is coming to save you … You’re down on your knees, I’ma be your idol.” Children, hear me—if you walk blindly, if you indulge in the music of the world without prayer, without discernment, without God, this is your fate. You will be down on your knees, not before God, but before a false idol, enthralled, lost, and deceived.

I speak to you as a shepherd speaks to his flock: guard your ears, guard your mind, guard your soul. Not every song is safe. Not every melody brings light. Some songs, even those you love or admire, are doors for the enemy, ready to enter and take hold. Music is power. Words are power. Even what seems beautiful can enslave. Pray before you listen. Discern. Reflect. Seek God first, before anything else.

Do not be naive. Do not be blind. The Saja Boys call. The melodies flow. Gwima watches. The temptation is real. But God is stronger. His light cannot be shadowed, His truth cannot be twisted. He alone saves, He alone delivers, He alone protects.

Children, awake! Guard your hearts! Guard your ears! And remember, only in God will you find safety, discernment, and salvation. The world is full of temptation, but the Lord is greater. Let His light guide you, and turn away from every false idol, every melody that seeks to steal your soul. The hunt is real, the danger is real, and the time to choose is now.

“Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.” — Ephesians 6:11

Children, remember this verse. The songs of the world may tempt you. The idols, the melodies, the lies—they are traps. But if you put on God’s armor, if you stand in His truth, you will not fall. You will recognize the snares, resist the deception, and protect your soul.

Guard your hearts, guard your ears, and let the Lord be your shield and guide.
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83 · Aug 2023
CTRL. (11-14-22)
You stare like you wanna taste me
Lick me, eat me, bite me, **** me
You stare at me like you badly want me
Plead for me, beg for me
I know you wanted this
How you need this

Take your shirt off baby
And take off mine next
Or we help each other take-off each other's clothes
Take off my clothes
Then turn the lights off baby
This is more than just ***

We, make love, make love
We make love, make love
Can't control it any longer
Gotta do it with you forever

Drop my clothes on the bedroom floor
Make me want you more

Your warmth embrace, they still stayed in my skin
Your touch, your kiss took me to places I haven't been
Why you gotta be so keen?
This is more than just whisky and gin

You got me so drunk in you
Got me so drugged up in you
Your eyes looked at me like you wanted me forever
You ****** me up to own me forever

Serve you different positions
Give you all my attention
Praise you like a master
I both want it slower or faster

You marked me with how you taste, saying "this is my property"
So, no one could already take me away from you
I was always your consistent priority
That makes me special especially for you

There is something about you
That makes me say yes to whatever you say
It makes me say yes to whatever you want me to do

But baby, I keep telling myself to control what I feel
But it is so real that it makes me want to feel you
Smell you, touch you, be there for you, moan for you

I want you to feel the way I want you to feel
I want you to be crazy for me, chase me, want me, need me

I want to spoil you with whatever I have
Give you what I have
Give you the love and care you deserve
The sanity and peace of mind you deserve
82 · Aug 2023
DANGEROUS LOVE (1-20-22)
Ooh, they say you were bad for my health
But baby your love is my wealth
They say I need a diagnosis
Truly needing a psychoanalysis

Yeah, I been imagining things on my mind
But they say love is blind
You are my daily dose of energy
Got to have that synergy

Yet this is both fun and love
Oh, I will always give enough
I need your love
Your dangerous love

Ooh, gotta roll the dice for that
Gotta put ice dripping all over your body
Gotta bet on that
I’ll go crazy on your body

I crave so much for you
I go crazy about it
Your silence is amazing
When we are both moving

You are my vitamins from A to Z
You are my favorite remedy
You are my sanity
You are my expectations and reality

Oh, I am both wild and calm at the moment
Oh, let’s just enjoy this moment
I want to stay in this moment with you forever
As long as we’re both happy together

You are my five course meals
My all you can eat
Buffet style
As long as we never go out of style

It’s not a big deal
Oh, because you knock me off of my feet
82 · Aug 31
👻💀
It seems... The ghosts of the past gangs up on me now.
It is not even November yet, but each of them starts popping notifications at me now.
82 · Aug 2023
Closure Pt. I (7-28-23)
You saw me once when we parted ways
You saw me once again as I look away
I wore my blue shirt and black jeans that time
I saw you coming towards me, one time

You asked me to forgive you, I already did
Hey, it’s an all or nothing at all, right?
All my life, I’m like a deer in the headlights
Shouting for help, running for my life, I forbid

I know you’re not the one
Everything is all too well and done
You made me believe in your empty promises
Wearing thy masks as disguises

You’ve been so unfaithful in a different corner
We were never meant to be together
But I’ve been missing your beautiful soul
It felt like falling on a bottomless pit or in a rabbit hole

Waiting patiently for someone’s wings
No attached strings
I don’t kiss and tell
But does it ring a bell?

I guess my pretty boy is no longer available
When everything is unthinkable
I hate it when my heart bleeds out of love
Is there anything else to prove?
82 · Feb 22
the war is on.
don't make me hate or love you
or don't make me make or break you
forgiven or not, explained your issues or not
forgotten or not, I don't care

don't make me count the times you made me want to sue you
for all of the baseless accusations you tell me now
hearsays are not enough proof for me to be accused of something i never did.

how hypocrite! you're impure but you acted all innocent
ungodly believer, let's see which fits you most
heaven or hell? I am not one to judge where you deserve to go
but karma needs no address for someone wicked like you

i get what i deserve and success is the best revenge for you, you'll see.
81 · Aug 2023
FEELING HIGH (10-31-21)
Baby, I want your hands all over me
Get a hold of me
Your love is my drug
Your love is my drug

I am drunk in your love
I’m never going to be sober
This moment is forever
We had each other

Oh, love me then, till we’re feeling high
High in love
High, high, high, I feel high
High, high, high in love

I hope to remember this night
Until it’s over, it’s over
Let us live in slumber
And please get it on right

Love me then till we’re feeling high
Oh, baby I’d rather fly
I just want to see you try
High, high, high in love


High, high, high, feeling high
High, high, high in love
Love me then till we’re feeling high
Oh, high in love

Will you love me after we make love
Will you love me now after we feel so high
Now love me then till we’re feeling high
I get so high in your love
81 · Aug 2023
Common melody (7-14-22)
They say common melody hits different
I’m already here in the present
Why is my mind stuck in the past?
This feeling never seems to last

We just gotta let it go
No need to let it show
I'm no longer afraid
I'm not scared 'cause I've been there

It was like an old tune keeps playing on and on nonstop
Feels like my mind is flying somewhere non-stop
You might hear it, remember it out of nowhere
I'm already lost, my life seems lost

Now where were you when I needed you most
No matter how much it costs
We gotta let it go, we need to let it go
It hurts to know

To my almost, you keep bringing me back to my past
You take me back to where I truly belong
Is it too soon or a little too late
Now, this must be my fate

I don't know where I belong
That's why I wrote this song
Dedicated especially for you
Now that I already lost you

Our history was long gone
Out chapter is closed and done
I knew I was never enough
Though we parted ways

This tune is old school
This melody is on-repeat
Why am I such a fool?
I’m in defeat

History repeats itself
The moment I hear our song
Played in unison
Played in unison
80 · Aug 19
May they...
May every evil eye upon me go blind, their sight clouded by their own malice. Let them stumble in shadows they once cast upon me.

May every tongue that whispers deceit against me falter, and may every word they speak return to them, heavy with consequence.

May every hand that rises to strike me fall, as if the heavens themselves reached down to correct the injustice. (Isaiah 54:17 – “No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper.”)

May every dark thought, every ill intention, every plan of envy be swallowed by its own darkness, leaving only emptiness behind.

Let the fire of their own greed and hatred consume them, while I stand untouched, calm, and unwavering.

May the Lord shield me from all harm, His light a fortress that no shadow can penetrate, His strength a wall around my spirit.

May every envy that seeks my downfall return to the sender, multiplied by the weight of their own wickedness.

Let justice rise quietly, unseen by the world, until it falls upon those who thought themselves safe.

May every plot and scheme they’ve crafted with cunning hands crumble, leaving them bewildered and powerless.

Let their voices, once loud with judgment, echo into silence, meaningless and hollow.

May every lie they’ve sown find no soil to grow, no hearts to nourish it, and return like thorns piercing their own hands.

May peace reign in my heart, unshaken by the storms they try to conjure, untainted by their attempts at ruin.

Let my spirit be steadfast, my mind sharp, my gaze unwavering, seeing all without faltering in justice or discernment.

May the heavens pour their righteousness upon those who intend harm, turning every arrow of malice into a lesson they cannot escape.

May the weight of their own arrogance and pride bind them, while I walk freely, untouchable, and serene.

May my steps be guided, my path clear, my decisions illuminated by wisdom that no envy can cloud.

Let every shadow they cast upon me fall back upon themselves, leaving them in darkness, blinded by their own folly.

May their schemes be exposed, their secrets revealed, and their intentions turned inward, as if the earth itself rejected their malice.

Let me rise above all harm, untouchable, protected, a living testament to patience, grace, and divine justice.

And in all of this, may I never thirst for vengeance, for the Lord Himself is my vindicator. May I remain strong, soft-spoken, yet unyielding, as every evil returns to the sender.
I met you in 2014,
Always glued to a screen,
Lost in computer games at the internet café
Where we used to hang out.

We chatted for a while,
Became friends, nothing more—
Or so I thought.

Fast forward to 2015,
Fate crossed our paths again.
You got my number,
And just like that, we started texting.

As far as I can remember,
It was July 9, 2015.
By July 10, 2015—
I was no longer the same.

Let me take you down my memory lane—
Back to July 9, 2015, at 8 PM.

You texted me out of the blue,
Asking if I had ever experienced a kiss.
I said no—
It had never crossed my mind.

And just like that,
We made a plan.
To meet at 4 AM,
On July 10, 2015.

It was my first time—
My first kiss,
My first taste of what I thought was love.

But I was wrong.

He never truly loved me.
I was just another distraction,
One of his passing flings.

Worse, he preyed on a Grade 9 student,
A girl battling depression.
And in the end,
His own actions caught up to him—
Because I pressed charges.

We stayed hidden from each other for five years,
Until fate brought us back together in 2019—
When I settled the case.
80 · 1d
a dove woman
I do not stop at nothing
I did start at something
Everything in this life is a wordplay
Like a puzzle piece I have been waiting to guess
My whole life is an abyssful depth of shallow water
My mind is a creative canvas with masterpieces waiting to be noticed.
Why does this problems maim my life
But wipes out my inhibitions by God alone
the noise was somehow silenced by him
they are not that audible anymore.
enough of this catastrophic pageantry you wish  to show to everyone
so they would be on your good side
you know your masks are thicker than my dictionary
the way you hide your facade to conceal your intentions
what an eventful day we got here
you are not even the smartest in the room, let alone you never belonged to the highest rank
what are you even trying to say or prove
enough with your crocodile tears,
but I ain't crying over spilt milk
you know who I would cry for?
your shame is audacious!
You let everyone see your true nature.
Disastrous. Scandalous.
A woman looking for a fight even when that person already moved on.
That issue was about ages ago, but you were the one who cannot get over one thing— you gave it your all, right?
But in the end, you are left with nothing.
Curiosity kills the cat, is it?
Make your brain work not your heart for it is deceiving.
Yeah, she is a dove woman, guys.
A dove that flies too low.
Used her ****** as an access to go to America.
80 · Jul 13
typical me
Am I playing with words… or merely playing with my tongue?
Because I can be poetic when I choose, when the rhythm of thought aligns with the rhythm of breath… and I can be careless when I do not. I can cloak the truth in velvet or let it cut, jagged and raw, leaving no trace of softness behind.

Some say we become less of what we are when we give more than what we deserve.
Perhaps. Perhaps that is only true if we hand ourselves over to those incapable of seeing us, incapable of bearing the weight of our fire. But I ask—who determines what is “deserved”? Who measures the value of a pulse, the resonance of a word, the depth of what is felt? I have given freely, and I have withheld freely, and in both, I have remained entire.

I can pretend, yes—I can pretend I care… or I can pretend I do not. I can mask my longing, cloak my indifference, tilt my smile just so, and the world would not know the difference. And yet, beneath the surface, something lingers—insistent, untamed—a reminder that even in pretense, even in withholding, I remain fiercely, irrevocably myself.

I have learned that words can be weapons or they can be wings. They can ignite or they can suffocate. They can draw someone close or push them away, and I am both the artist and the arsonist in this delicate dance. I choose when to strike, when to soothe, when to speak and when to remain silent.

And still, I wonder: am I too much, or am I enough? Am I giving too much, or simply giving what is mine to give? There are those who cannot hold the intensity of a soul unbound, who fear the reflection of their own limitations in the fire of another. To them, I am a threat. To them, my words are too sharp, my silences too heavy, my presence too complete.

I do not apologize. I do not soften for convenience, for approval, for comfort. I will not make myself small to fit the narrow shadows of another’s expectation. I am wide, I am dark, I am luminous in ways you may never see but that do not require your recognition.

So, yes—I can be poetic when I want, careless when I do not. I can pretend, with elegance or with cruelty, I can withhold or I can give. But always, in every line, every glance, every breath, I remain wholly, unmistakably myself.

And perhaps that is the most dangerous, the most exquisite thing of all.
80 · Mar 17
🤭🤭🤭
Your son will be the death of you— remember that, remember that
Oh wait, I forgot
Because when you literally walk around town
You do not have a brain in your head

Clueless as **** now, are we?
You keep telling people **** about us
When you feel so clean and pure

How hypocrite! All of them know what the truth is now
Stop blaming us for the ******-up life of your son
Clean your own mess, stop letting us clean your own mess

As for your son, directors and scriptwriters would be so proud of him
For creating such a ******* brilliant masterpiece
He could be featured in one of the news, or write stories for films
I could cry while I applaud for him— crocodile tears and flowery words won't work on me this time
He could prepare a speech, I'd prepare for a eulogy for him
He could receive a bouquet from one of his fans, I could give him a funeral wreath, saying "Condolence to the bereaved family"
Because I'd love to see you in your deathbed, covered in blood, stabbed in different parts of your body
One million—not a pocket money or a spot cash but rather, stabbed wounds
Slitted throat, fractured bones;
Sawed limbs and gouged eyes.

I dreamed of it, to be this gothic
And you, my dear, is my main prospect
But I ain't the suspect or the mastermind
I am the victim, for this ******* of yours

Time will come, your first hurrah and laughs, will be my last hurrah and laughs.
Mark my words, be careful with your life
Because one day, you might not wake up alive next day.
79 · Jul 20
mind & voice ft. heart
One morning, the sun rose gently.
The room was quiet, but inside me—
a conversation stirred.

The Mind:
You're awake again.
Already spinning,
already storming.
The questions haven’t slept,
have they?

The Voice:
No. But you let them simmer.
You always do.
Is today the day you let them boil?

The Mind:
Maybe.
I am noisy— not in sound,
but in thoughts that hum loud under the skin.
Filled with unsaid words,
of questions and opinions I am supposed to say
but I chose not.

The Voice:
You speak in restraint,
but your silence is symphonic.
I’ve heard every word you didn’t say.
They thump behind your ribs like second heartbeats.

The Mind:
So you do hear me…
even when I let the world think I’m quiet?

The Voice:
Always.
You are a thunderclap folded into calm,
and every pause you make is sacred.

A new beat enters the quiet.

The Heart:
I hear you, too.
Every thought you swallow,
I feel it burn through me.

The Mind:
Heart, I am trying to protect you.
If I speak, if I reveal too much,
won’t you break?

The Heart:
I break anyway, in silence.
Every unspoken truth you bury,
I carry like hidden fractures.

The Voice:
You’ve mastered silence,
but the weight is crushing you both.

The Heart:
Let me feel,
even if it hurts.
Don’t numb me with silence,
don’t cage me with fear.

The Mind:
But what if I speak,
and it drives them away?
What if my truth is too much?

The Heart:
If they leave,
let them.
If they stay,
let them love the whole of you.
Your truth is not too much;
it is exactly enough.

The Voice:
Your silence is heavy,
but your truth can be light,
if you let it.

The Heart:
I am tired of beating quietly,
pretending I don’t hurt.
Let me break if I must,
so I can heal honestly.

The Mind:
It is terrifying.

The Heart:
And yet,
we are alive.
And being alive is worth the risk
of being seen.

The Voice:
You do not need to roar.
You only need to speak,
even if your voice trembles,
even if your hands shake,
even if tears come.

The Heart:
I will be with you,
soft but strong,
beating for you,
reminding you—
You are still here.
You are still here.

The Mind:
So you will stay,
both of you,
as I learn to speak?

The Voice:
Always.

The Heart:
Always.

And as the sun climbed higher,
the room was quiet—
but inside,
a new sound was born.

The sound of a truth
learning how to speak.
The sound of a heart
learning how to be heard.
The sound of a mind
learning how to let go.
79 · Feb 21
penny for my thoughts
every pathway I walked on feels like trouble
scents I smell stinks like rumble
I hurrah in chaos and mess
I stand up, wear my crown and never be unbowed

penny for your thoughts?
Maybe I need a drachma for the ferryman to take me there
show me what lies behind or beyond your deception and betrayal
78 · Feb 24
itch
My oh my, my demons taunt you, right?
I did nothing for you to be mad at me.
I said nothing for you to be anxious at me.
Does it itch your skin when I boil your blood?
Does it keep you sane, or drive you insane?

Why deny the truth? Look into my tired red eyes.
Tell me straight—right into my soul.
If I'm your enemy, then don’t bother with sympathy.

Are you checking, waiting for me to make the first move?
Or are you bluffing, pretending you've got something real?
If not, why not fold already?
Unless you’re just stalling for time.

I’m all in now—so what’s it going to be?
Raise the stakes, call me out, or back out of the game.
This is high stakes now. No backing out.

No more checks, no more bluffs.
It’s time for a showdown.
So lay your cards down—
Let me see if your hand is clean or drenched in filth.

Drop the act. Show's over, curtains closed now.
Reveal your true self.
Then let me decide if I should despise it.
I used terms such as card, all in, fold, checks, bluffs and raise to identify the schemes of my enemy. If she would either show herself or give up the fight.
78 · Feb 26
bitter
You made me hate this city,
But this city holds the echoes of my pain.
I'd rather leave it all behind
Than stay and be abused by someone
I no longer wish to see.

Your love was always one-sided,
So I downed a shot of tequila—no lime, no chaser,
Letting the bitterness burn in one go.
First shot—your name crossed my mind.
Second shot—I missed you already.
A drink full of chaos, and suddenly, you were there again.

We used to be the life of the party,
Dancing through neon lights and reckless nights.
But one day, you changed—you cut me off,
Left me stranded in the silence.

Now, you're the reason
I no longer drown myself in liquor.
You're the reason
I quit drinking.
shot puno ng malala hanggang sa naalala ka
78 · Feb 21
labelled
been labelled as a thief
been labelled as a bad person
by something I never did, by something I unintentionally did
been threatened that I was exposed to be a thief
Get it on, bring it on. I am not scared.
78 · Jul 4
YK
YK
I like this excerpt from the song "YK" by Cean Jr.:

"You're my remedy for all the pain that's hurting me."

I used to believe that.
That his presence was the medicine—
the one thing that made the pain bearable.

But I’ve come to realize something deeper, something heavier:
He is both the cause and the cure of my pain.
He broke me, and yet, he’s the only one I longed for to feel whole again.

When he came close, the ache would fade.
But it was only because he was the one who left it there in the first place.
I mistook the comfort of his return for healing.
I thought relief meant repair.

But healing isn’t silence.
And comfort isn’t closure.
No one can truly fix what they were the first to destroy.
And maybe that’s the tragedy—
that the only person who can truly take the pain away
is the same person who gave it to me.
78 · Aug 2023
Doubts. (03-05-22)
You only loved me when it's convenient for you
Need me when I'm always there for you
Call me when I'm always available for you
Because you benefit so much of what I gave to you

Now you take me for granted
I ain't the one you wanted

Aren’t you tired yet?
Now I hate the player
And the game too
But baby, not what you see is what you get

I’m already a man-hater
Been deceived by a player so

Now I am questioning my worth
We go back in forth
Round in circles, round in circles
We go round in circles

I have been living in my misery
Not in my best life so far
Everything seems to be an untold story
I’ve had enough living like a star

Can’t get out, can’t leave you yet
I’ve had enough but you
Still keep lingering on me
I want out

I wanna bury you underneath yet
Yet you can’t blame me for not wanting you
You still like me
I still want out

I healed you yet you broke me
Loved you when no one else loved you
Understood and accepted you at your worst
Crowned and praised you at your best

Trusted you even when I doubted
Made you happy when you feel blue
I never knew the moment you
Feel empty and in doubt

You only want me because I am always there for you
Yet you never saw me
I gave myself the benefit of the doubt
Oh, I don't comprehend what this love is all about

You cannot give me the bare minimum
You only give me lesser than the minimum

Trust issues, betrayal
Like a broken mirror, cannot be fixed
I got my emotions mixed
Oh, I was like a mirror broken by trust issues and betrayal

I trust so much
And gave them all too much
Love until there's none left in me
Trust until there's none left in me

I crave so much for attention
Love was both my habit and addiction
They said "How can you love when you're afraid to fall"
Oh, said she, I gave them my all

Until there's nothing left to take
Until there's no more left to give
You got a habit to break
As long as you live

But karma doesn’t need maps
It does not base on the address
Time will come this mess
Will be a trap

Karma knows no date
Cause it attacks on its own, mate
So, say your last words
Before he disregards your worth
77 · Jul 18
eyes never lie
Eyes never lie.
But even if I fake a smile, my eyes are still sad.
My heart still breaks into tiny pieces
I could still walk while my brain never functions well
I could still speak without even thinking about it
I could still act without listening to myself.
I do not know myself anymore.
I do not know who I am anymore.
77 · Aug 2023
I miss you
I wish you were here by my side
So that you can hug me closer
Cuddle with me and let us stay in bed
Oh, darling I will never leave your side

I hope we will stay like this forever
Cause I can’t seem to get you off my head
Cause, I miss you love
Oh, I miss you love

I miss your eyes, the way they stare at me
I miss your lips, the way they smile back at me
I miss your voice, the way it calms me
I miss your face, the way it relaxes me

I miss your hands, the way I used to touch them
I miss your hug, the way it keeps me sane
I miss you, please stay, remain
And never listen to them

And how I miss your presence, it feels like home to me
And I miss you, the way I fell in love with you
The way I am crazy in love with you
I know you always think of me

All I ever dreamt of was to be right next to you
How I wish I could be this close to you
We’ll talk and plan of things we could ever do
And go to places we love to go


With you, right next to me
There is nothing more I could ever guarantee

Your smile is all I wanted to see
The way it bright up my day
For you are enough to me
And right by your side is where I will stay

Through the good times and the bad
I’ll remain right by your side
I swore to never leave your side
Even if I am both mad or glad.

Because I dated you to marry you
I vowed for Commitment
I vowed to be your lifetime partner
I want to be yours

Because I do cherish you
I want to be your fulfillment
You have also vowed to be my lifetime partner
I want to be yours

I miss you
You want to be mine
I miss you
I want to be yours
77 · Jun 7
you have me
I am that glimmer of hope
That sunshine in your cloudy days
That still voice in your head when you are quiet
That calm and peaceful happy place when you are messy and chaotic
I could pull you out from the crowd
Draw tattoos on your wounds to make it look beautiful
You have me.
I could walk with you through thick and thin
I am that pop of color— a rainbow in your life.
Because baby, you can be vulnerable with me
No matter how depressing or not it gets
You are my baby underneath that thirty-year-old man
You are my panda till the end.
77 · Sep 23
❤️
Do not follow your heart because Our hearts were never designed to be followed, but to be led. Our hearts were never designer to be gods in whom we believe; they are designed to believe in God.

The human heart is deceitful and cannot be trusted apart from God
76 · Sep 4
middle child
I grew up being independent,
perks of being a middle child
seen as a black sheep
a disgrace to the family, problem-bearer but never the solution giver
whenever I share ideas, I was not heard
so, I grew up not sharing my ideas
even if I have because I got a fear that I might be rejected
later on, I realized that I just had to find the right circle where I am heard
where I feel like I mattered, my feelings were valid
I grew up thinking that even if I did my best, I am still not enough

I am tired of pleasing or asking them if I did a good job or not
If I did good or not, if I ******* up or not
still, whatever I do, even if the outcome is good
they said they are proud, but I cannot even see it
I felt in doubt. I felt hesitating to believe it.

but I was wrong,
God gave me a reason to look at the brighter side and not on the bad side
I am sorry if I come out as defensive or offensive,
If I did not want some scoldings but rather words of encouragement is what my soul yearns for
are they happy that I did things for them even if I failed to make them happy and satisfied?
maybe I am in the wrong household then,
and God gave me a reason to move out of my comfort zone
but to embrace the unknown even if things are awkward in this foreign land I am in now.

You are never "just right" or "not enough" in God's eyes, but rather you are "more than enough"

And let them talk. You have to walk away whenever you get the chance.
76 · Aug 2023
Favorite Love (2-14-21)
I know I have said it before
I know I’ve said it today
I won’t ask for more
I just want to say

My love, I love you
My love, I love you
Mi amor, Je’t aime
Mi amor, Je’t aime

I know I’ve said it over a thousand times
But I think about you all the time
I just want to let you know
That I love you, I love you

I had a lot of reasons to go
But I chose to stay
I had a lot of reasons to leave
But I remained by your side

There is no need to leave
Cause you made my day
I swore to be always by your side
There is no need for me to go

I’m yours and you’re mine
From today and until the end of time
You’re my hubby and I am your wifey
From today and until the end of time

Time has brought you closer to me
The moment I first saw you
I knew you were the right one for me
And I promise to love you

Till death we part
Till death we part

You run around like crazy in my mind
And I smile like crazy all the time
But do you know you’re impossible to find
But I find you all the time

You’re the reason why I could be this happy
Cause you always make me happy
I may have said it over a thousand times
You’re still the one I’d love to love all the time

Cause you will always be my favorite love
And you will always be my only love
Your love will always be my favorite love
And your love will only be my only love
76 · Mar 4
Maybe it is time
We don't know how to swim, but I'm already sinking deeply.
Maybe I can leave you so that I can also save myself and lift myself from the heaviness I feel, which was never my responsibility to carry anyway.
76 · Jun 17
death note
Maybe you like to be my Adonis
But you have no face, to face the crowd
Expose your secrets like ***** linens hang outside the house, in the backyard
Or a dug secret, untold to everyone just like every skeleton in the closet
I highly doubted, many will miss you
I got a pistol and a shovel
Make no mistakes, soldier
One wrong move and you are out.
You may be the one in higher position, but I am still your commander.
Do not mess with me, if you wanna still be alive and breathing...

—Signed by your wife.
(No shovel involved)
To all the women with soldier husbands. Goodluck! If you have a faithful husband, good. If not, take charge.
76 · Feb 26
natural
Did you receive a death threat?
Or did you simply wish me misery?
But why do you react like a rabid dog,
Like an uneducated, ill-mannered woman?

Cerberus was kind enough to let you in,
Yet even Hades refuses to accept you.
A pretty face hides impure intentions—
Neither Persephone nor Aphrodite would ever welcome you.

But I do not need an invitation, to see you suffer
I do not even need a chauffer, I just needed a drachma for the ferryman
To send you to River Styx myself
Or to the pit of Tartarus instead
So shall we? Cerberus, Scorpioks, Manticore, Kraken, or Hydra, choose your battles wisely, my friend
Since all of them is waiting for a feast—to eat you up alive

Just like a rainbow, you revealed your true colors.
I get it, I swear.
You don’t have to prove to everyone how kind you are,
When deep inside, you let your intrusive thoughts take control.

If a fish rots, so do your dark pasts.
Even if you drink perfume like a potion,
Or rinse your mouth to make your words seem flowery,
You remain a foul person with a rotten personality,
Behaving like a rabid dog.

You forgot where you came from,
Tarnished your family's name,
Abandoned your identity and heritage,
Just to chase someone of a different race.

Like a snake, you shed your skin,
But time has stayed on our side.
In the end, you revealed yourself—
A gambler with nothing left to hide.
76 · Mar 27
bash me
You can judge me—I can take it,
I am a grown up now, I handle things differently any woman would want to.

You gave it your best shot to know my life—but you never knew the real me
You never knew how capable I am of controlling my emotions but my face says it all;
My eyes says it all,
Don't taunt me, or else, you will never like it when something bad happens to you

You think you can belittle me, go on
The show is about to start
Put your pretty makeup on now
So that it will hide your shamelessness

Go ahead, wear some perfume, brush your teeth, and gargle with mouthwash—maybe that’ll take care of the lingering funk you’ve got going on.

You were so proud to tell the whole world about my ***** linens
Are you sure that you are so pure and clean?
Reel it in, you only know the half of it
The stories and the highlights of my life, are only short info of what you feast on
You never knew my whole autobiography.
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