Category: Poetry

Linebacker

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In retrospect,

apathy was the only way to cope

with what was intolerable, beyond the limit.

When energy in every fiber of nerves were spent

while the machine kept on churning,

there was nowhere to turn for help,

and the fire before our eyes kept flickering,

so I knew I had to hold the line with all I had.

After all that has happened,

somehow I live yet another day to tell the tale.

This scratch of apathy is a reminder of the past

and a fragment of the reason why I need to reach my goal.

5.18.2025

Hug

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Hey, I’m glad you are here.

I see the long tunnel of darkness you’ve come through.

Thank you for holding on, in spite of it all.

I am here now, thanks to you.

Let’s cherish the light, the sunrise, and the sunset.

And when you are ready, if you want, let’s focus on bringing the light and refuge to those that may need them.

5.15.2025

Nomad

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From surfing on the ocean waves

to treading through a sand desert,

over thousands of stony steps on mountains,

under the shadows in between concrete buildings,

stories were witnessed, relationships were explored, and philosophies were tested.

Shooting stars collided, molten iron struck, and heavy doors opened.

What so far remains true: ever-contagious smile of joy, undeniable sweat from humble diligence, and ever-shining glimmer of hope.

5.14.2025

Writing

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I started to write.

At first, it was awkward, like trying to cook without a recipe,

adding fancy ingredients, thinking it would make it look decent,

only to make it a chaotic mix of all colors.

But after the third or fourth try, it starts to ooze out.

Like bullets of sweat drops dripping in a sauna,

words are spilling out — the truer the words, the more addictive they become.

And when I looked up because I needed to drink and eat,

Hours had gone by, and I wanted to let out more.

It’s as though I’ve finally learned the meaning of words.

The construct of the world pieced together in mind,

more concrete than the grain of sand in my hand.

As I let go of fear — I started to see.

5.12.2025