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The Same World Will Never Meet

The same world will never meet

Even though their feet has the same beat

The same world will never meet

Just like the old chair replaced by a new seat.

Two minds that somewhat jive a lot

Minds that clashes on the same but

Two minds that seems better than a large mat

But never did it meet at the mid though it clot.

The same world will never meet

When both are tough enough to make a fleet

Strong hearts, bold minds and a single plate to eat

A bowl of what good’s enough to make both neat.



Science that usually deals with the properties and structures of substances

From organic to inorganic elements and up to the right instances.

Got really complicated when numbers are drawn-in with letters

Like the simple notes that someone gave to ask for some answers.

As what physics might have to say that opposite attracts

The blood sends chemicals for the heart to contract.

Processed by the neurons of the brain for the body to react

Words were uttered and the feelings made the other to distract.

The process of their chemistry have been in the half life

But revived by the continued pursuit and personality that hyped.

Lived differently, loved different things, took different paths

Eventually they come to cross and solved the same math.

Silence (An Exemption)

This is not about me anymore

But rather for someone I care for

I would not easily interfere with someone else’s life,

But hell this something isn’t just right.

I’ve been comfortable for so long with silence

It’s like me being okay with my own grievance.

Let’s not put it in my own post,

And talk about their feelings that boast.

I didn’t really know how to react

But felt her heart somewhat contract

A streak of sadness now she has worn

The streak of confusion I think was born

Hoping the change would soon streak in- to continue their infinite Divine feeling.


A trickle of light was dangling atop a tree

That grew bigger and toppled the nest of the queen bee

Then it suddenly disappeared through the great vastness

Never again seen or  ever felt its calmness.

The trickle of light now have travelled

Before the reality that was never been bothered

Roaming around having no other than a straight path

Coming through the front door and past the small bath.

The trickle of light came back

Exhausted from running around the stack

Passed through an old wrinkled prism

Down to the handheld mechanism

And burst unto a figure, a rainbow of Baptism.


Black and White Scribbles

Fascinated with depression, sorrow, and fear

To see the world differently from an eye with a tear

It’s not as lonely as one think could be

But not as happy as a child in glee.

Two contrasting worlds now mingle

One sad melody and the other one a jingle

An endless song sung in single

A spark of hope in the ear tingle.

I choose black, I choose white

I choose darkness as I choose light

I choose to scribble down my life.

I choose to live with no more than a fight

I choose to walk down the path of sight.

The Best

We can never have the best even the better

We can never have the good even for that matter

We always make a move to take a little bit farther

But ended up in a deep, deep slumber.

We can never have the best, it’s always never good

We can never have the better the way we should

We always make a move to lighten up the mood

But ended up sobbing and relying on food.

I can never have the best and I won’t even cry

I don’t even like the better that you have to rely

I don’t care about the good always in standby

I would like it to be you, can we please give it a try?

Why I would not leave?

What happened to me?

I too keep asking myself why or how did I come to this phase in my life. This thing called quarter life crisis has changed a lot of me, my perspective of thinking, making life decisions and staying happy.

When I was still studying college, I dreamed of having a job who will give me financial stability and fulfil my desires, my siblings’ and my parents’.  And after graduation, the eagerness to land my dream job continues. I remember applying as a Landscape artist/ gardener abroad and needed to be in a job interview a day after and did not show up.

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Silence VII

I thought this would end at thirteen

But I think seven would be a little mean

It was sooner than I ever expected

A little bit long than the thing you rented.

It hurts a little but not like before

I know I have no right to ask for more

Assumed too much that I can’t handle

Depression, fear and anger now bundled.

I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of wanting

I’m tired of you always neglecting.

This is the time long been wanted

Moving on to a thing that was once enchanted

Never again my love, goodbye and enough has been said.