glancing into nothingness
my mind wandering off somewhere
I sometimes see my little self
playing and laughing joyously

I believe in people
weak and strong
lost and found
broken and mend

I believe in seasons
cold and hot
tough and cool
bitter and sweet

I believe there is
a Maker
who knows that I believe
bad, sad or pandemic times
do not last forever

It hurts so much
that I have turned
my heart to ICE

her face stings
not for the slapping
mostly for the hurt
in her  heart

tears are welling up
and she is controlling
herself not to cry
because the kids are
watching

he looked confident
just because he had muscles
yet he's just another coward
soo afraid, afraid of words
that defines him

trying hard to shake it off
avoiding you as possible
pretending not to notice
your eyes watching me

thought I would not fall
but I am sliding to fast
I can't focus with
your presence around me

I think of millions ways
to approach you
to whisper in your ears
that I felt the same

but I can't so here I am
in the shadows
thinking of you and watching you
watching me and pretending
I don't care

ever wondered upon thy neighbors
pains, struggles  and dreams

their constant troubles and insight about
life

ever wondered before given your opinions
which are short sighted and self bias

or are we comfortable walking in shoes
that are not rightly fit

"Tagio hola"(thank you)
for reading and commenting
for writing inspiring, sometimes weird
and head cracking poems.

I will be leaving this safe haven where
our thoughts are free to roam. I do not
know when I will be back.

keep doing what you all are doing
let it out there is always someone who
can relate. be safe and always be kind
the world is cruel as it is.

AS in my native language, "leana hola"
(Goodbye)

past
          innocence

                             present
                                       frustration

                                                          Future
                                                                         unknown

somehow beyond
somehow yonder
now will be a history
a lesson learnt to
treat nature more kindly

face mask surgical disposable
manufactured by xiantao city
Hubei Province, Mainland china

recommended to wear for precaution

Wait, you said
so I waited 30 years
even though I see your
children grown into adults

I am introducing myself
I am a Solomon Islander(Pacific Islands region)
and yes your right never
heard of it.
we are used to people not
knowing where our country is,
making it more isolated
English is my third language,
yap, I write fluent then speaking
it.
my wish is to visit Switzerland just to
see chocolates and chocolates..
I am sorry hello poetry for not contributing, I wish I could
but in my country its hard getting a visa card.

April fools day is coming
can not wait either I will be a year
older on April and yet

April is coming, and I am dreading
what it always brought, riot, flash floods, landslides, political unrest, measles and death toll

April had so far killed more people than a whole year combined.
and I am afraid to know what else is coming, please April let my country be corona virus free

celebrating my youngest son's birthday
with no money but  with my thoughts
another birthday will come and things
may change

saying my last prayer of thanks
and hoping I have been forgiven

skipping through lists of my last meal
which remind me of mum's cooking

if death comes knocking
I am ready to be free again

crawling into the darkness of unknown
screaming at the top of my voice
hearing only the sigh of pain and despair
holding on to the past that no longer exist
my body eking with the odor of fear
hoping for just a shed of light to appear

running out of words to pen
fingers itching to type
but words refuses fuse

"mucha bela chacha
kare uhlo uhlo
moko mae meka
vaka tepe mae suragha ni hoi"

"sleep my child
do not cry
or else the
white man ship
will come and take you"

it is quite funny
or am I being quirky
but it seems the world
it turning backwards
I am thinking of
bending on my knees
just to thank all the cleaners
out there

some nights ago, a visitor came
it was unexpected
still could not figure out
if it is a dream or not
was disturbed with what he did
yet not sure if it is real or not

I will never grow weary, with you it has been a adventure
night  and day

we both understand that being in love
is a constant battle
we argued, insulted each other and break our own hearts
it is the burden of being born in the world we do not choose

I accepted your scars like you did mine
and it is enough for us to watch our children
grow

if I hold your hand and it is old and grey,
then I am satisfied we have come this far

if you are here, you will not believe it
but the world is slowly crumbling
and pretty soon chaos and disaster
will explode everywhere
you probably were here during the SARS
period, now there is another more cruel and
hungry.

     now I am afraid to read the papers, watch TV and hearing the news on the radio like I used to enjoy with you because all you hear and see now is death, sorrow, sickness and pain

     Dad even though I miss you when your gone, I am glad you do not live in this era. I just wish you would know though, I am scared not for me but for my children.

love, your Daughter

there is nothing new
every seconds past
is recycled for the future

feeling your breath on my skin
bring tingling shivers down my spine
I'm holding my breathe hoping this
lasts forever

tick, tock, tick, tock
the sound of distance
between us

drip, drop, drip, drop
the sound of the sorrows
within me

ding, ****, ding, ****
the sound of goodbye to our
love

cycle of selfness
never stops
others are things
self first serve
loving thyself
more significant
till self burst
others are there
to pick up the rot
self consumed

isolation is peaceful
the noise of your
thoughts are more
clear and soulful

negativity is created
by you and can be edited
as your thoughts flow

more in control on destiny
pathways rough or bend
can be walked
and you know who you are
your definition is yours

with the world your thoughts
often derailed to uncertainty
or controlled by someone else

tell me a thousand times
this one word
I only want to hear

closing my eyes
means seeing you
waking up means
you are not mine

life intended that I
cannot have you

the spirit world is
beckoning and there
will I go knowing
you are waiting

sweet life isn't a piece of cake

I wanted to tell you
that it is my fault

I really wanted to tell you
but kept it in vault

those times you got high
hiding within you  
while mum and dad argued  
I saw you but kept quite

I should have led you
any where but home
but I could not

we were both young
now it is too late
your an addict and I am
destroyed by guilt