This unfamiliar taste in my mouth
the taste of success.
Once, I never thought I’d ever taste it.
I’ve always suffered from a lack of intelligence,
a lack of luck.
Then, suddenly, I keep striking gold,
constantly.

What has changed?
Why am I getting this sudden burst of luck?
What is the reason?
Did I miss something?

This feeling is so strange.
I don’t think I could’ve prepared myself for this moment.
As I stand in front of everyone,
as they congratulate me for my success,
this has never happened to me.

I need to pinch myself
maybe I’m still deep in sleep,
lost in a dream.

I wonder
is this how everyone feels when they taste success?
Meant with self-doubt and confusion,
or do others step into success with certainty,
mentally prepared for it?

I guess my prayers finally worked.
Maybe this is what was meant for me.
It could be…
for sure.

Bitter-sweet is the love of parents.
They love us so deeply,
to the point of breaking every bone in their body
just to move mountains for us.

They fight for us—
for the things they never had,
for dreams that once seemed distant,
unattainable,
impossible even.
But to them, the sweetest reward
is seeing their children achieve what they once thought only a myth
what they believed could never be done.

Some parents may say their kids are smart,
but every child knows,
it’s because of their parents
that they’ve come this far.
This dream, so far-fetched for many,
becomes worth reaching for
for the honor of their parents,
to make them proud,
to give them the joy of boasting about their children.

In the eyes of the world,
our parents may seem lazy, poor, or even ignorant
but if the world could only glimpse into their hearts,
it would weep.
For they know so little,
yet they give so much,
doing everything to give us the best.

Treat your parents right,
for they are learning in this world, just as you are.
They may come off as slow or unknowing,
but they are our parents
the ones who love us without asking for anything in return.

Oh, to be loved by someone who wants nothing but our happiness
God made parents second only to Him,
for only parents can love as deeply and unconditionally as He does.

The price of success is so expensive,
that some may never be able to afford it.
It can be sweet, yet so sour—
sweet for those who achieve it,
but bitter for those whose potential remains unrecognized,
whose abilities go unnoticed by themselves.

Success may not be about luck,
but rather pure determination.
Yet, luck has a way of making success flourish,
making it bloom over time.

My youth is fading—
the time I have as a young woman is slipping away.
Oh, how I wish I could embrace someone,
at least just once.

The clock ticks, and so do I,
ticking away my youth,
my childbearing years.
The world is so harsh to a young woman,
so unforgiving, so cold.

Oh, how I long for a family—
a place I could return to,
one that welcomes me with open arms,
where I could curl up and forget the weight of the world.
But here I am,
wasting away,
all alone,
on my own.

Maybe love isn't for me.
At least, I wish I could taste it once—
once where it’s patient, where it’s kind,
where it’s not twisted or fleeting,
and we grow old together.
One where we can count each other’s grey hairs,
and even when death is near,
it takes us both,
together.

Bound by soul and heart,
inseparable,
our fates intertwined,
written in the stars for each other.

I sit here, wondering—
is love meant for me?
Or is the time I need to wait still ahead?
Has the one written for me already died,
or is he oceans away, waiting for me in heaven?
Perhaps he’s waiting,
or perhaps I’m falling deeper into madness,
longing for something
I may never have.

She was an angel, having descended from heaven,
But suddenly sickness overtook her, and she was in the hospital.
In bed she lay, and she thought,
While time passed by as people passed by.

Those whom she had helped, those whom she had brought up,
Took turns visiting her once, but never more.
She felt used, abandoned,
After having given so much, she had little in return.

Excuses were given, "I'm busy, I'll come later,"
But later never came.
Oh, how she longed for someone, anyone,
To come to her deathbed.

Little did they know,
She was falling into a quiet chasm,
A darkness despair that wrapped her around slowly.
She prayed every night to the Lord,
For her soul to be washed away,
For peace, liberty.

And on one dark evening,
When she whispered a dying prayer to the stars,
The devil heard her prayers
And, with shaking smile, came and took away her soul.

She was gone
And the silence remained on empty halls,
A spectral reminder of love unrequited,
Of an angel who had sunk too low.

Life’s sweet, like frozen delight,
Melting fast, lost in flight.
Moments slip, vanish in time,
Gone before we climb.