Category: Poetry

Stick

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Do not get too comfortable.

Yes — the soul-searching requires serenity,

but becoming a couch potato is not the same thing.

There’s no supervisor to hit you with a stick,

but in this interconnected world, you will inevitably face the music.

Do not crumble when the house of cards fall down.

Straighten your spine, pull up your sleeves, and build it back up.

Stay true to yourself, even if it means to become alone.

Focus.

5.5.2025

Trust

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Out of repetitiveness, seasons of waves and turbulences,

a sense of trust builds upon yourself —

like a faithful cast iron pan you’ve used over the years —

beyond the appearance, the comfort, the reputation,

a certain kind of allegiance, loyalty, and trust builds on.

Without wishing for anything in return.

But, remember to keep your head down,

Check yourself with impartiality like a cold thin knife blade;

many have already gone through the grind,

and those who know maintain their silence like a cloak.

5.3.2025

Meaning

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I pray there’s a meaning behind all this.

That what we have done means something.

That it means safety for the weak,

fair justice for the suffering,

and transparency for the truth.

That the voice of the veiled will be heard,

That the quiet tears will be acknowledged,

That the grind in between the cogs will be seen.

I hope there’s less of those who need to go through this,

That we have more time with our loved ones at least a minute longer.

If not, I’ll go find something that leads to it.

4.30.2025

Read

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Do you realize you need to ask questions when you read?

Not only understand what the writer is saying,

but the implication of what they are saying —

what assumptions are they making,

what counter evidence would weaken or strengthen their claim,

or what is the hidden purpose?

Well, it’s not too late to join the club.

Welcome to the book club, my friend!

4.26.2025