Whiplash

A study lackadaisically murmurs a mundane conundrum that when brains are soaped with mnemonics, formulaic equations, and unhappy fact-checks, it shines at a hint of human warmth like a smile of a puppy tied to a parking meter outside on a snowy street with its dirty slush and squashed snow flakes when its owner comes out of a Starbucks with two venti vanilla latte in hands.

Hand in hand, we embrace for the winter, a conspicuous arena for the Sysiphusian battle. Blowing warmth into our hands, eyes glistens with sweat and tears.

10.12.2019

Solo

I won’t say goodbye until it is time

I will hold off on your sleeve and

Count the seconds tick by, inching away, towards a world uncharted, unknown.

I won’t ask how you are doing

For things will now be on a different dimensions in order to see the bright side of the world.

I will keep on hammering this world,

A world that seems to seep in the melodies of every corners of the world.

10.11.2019

Sprout

To an incipient revelry,

Death paid a visit.

Introduction; Cognoscenti of all the dances and all the wisdom of the world.

Nascent bulb blithely beamed; perhaps not so keen

On the carnal limits within this effervescent hourglass.

But a bulb is a bulb. What can it do?

It will breath in the air,

Soak in the moist,

Boldly grow.

Grow, bulb. Grow.

Grow larger than the Death.

10.8.2019

Shine

Remember coldest darkness shines the smallest incandescent candle light.

Scary skeletons are what kept you going when things fell down to floor

Nagging neighbors and obnoxious passerby were who cared about you

When things took a different turn.

Try believing.

10.7.2019

Dung

Let me be a dung,

I will be the best dung in the world

I will bring forth bubbly flowers and waves of green leaves

Clear sky of breezy summer day light and a cool dusky evening.

Let me be a dung,

I may be soft and stink; but I will lift you up

I may be brittle, but I will be warm.

I may be crusty, but I will protect you from wild animals.

I will be the best dung in the world, for I love the world.

7.28.2019

Eternity

For what it’s worth, here is my life.

I’ve seen the pair of your eyes,

Not letting my iris escape the eclipse of yours.

In your dark pupil, I’ve seen a quiet flame soar.

I am afraid. Afraid of what I believe as true

And a possibility that it may be different

from what the actual truth is.

But for what it’s worth, here is my life.

When our paths cross, I will be your faithful friend and your formidable foe.

When our paths depart, I will sing a voiceless song of your soul.

Because in your pupil, I’ve seen your flame grow.

7.26.2019

Showdown

Lights are blinking.
This whole show I’ve been watching lazily:
is it going to be over?

Already?

“Wake up,” I tell myself.
I don’t want to go.

But, I don’t want to be wrong.
I want to end it gracefully,
Than to be ashamed.

Oh, if I could only be honest,
Just once,
And tell the world my truth,
Not the world’s,

I would live this life again,
And the honor will be mine.

7.24.2019

Flash

Rain drips from the dark cloudy night, starting a monologue of a stoic gloom.

Suddenly, a flash — a thin silver lightening dashing across the night — brightens, albeit momentarily.

Who is the person that received the lightening?

Whoever it was,

Faced the hot, electrifying volcanic energy

Grappled with its fractious momentum,

I wonder if they had a good fight worth wagering their life.

7.22.2019

Raise you up

When the sunny bright sky weighs heavy on your shoulder,
When the whispers of the dark night has reached your ears,
When the waves are crashing in from every direction,

I will raise you up.

Withstanding bone-crushing weight,
Consuming every tools and tricks I saved,
Forgoing calls to give into exhaustion,

I will raise you up.

7.21.2019