Just because I thought they were over,
just because time has passed,
just because I moved to a new place,
the memories of the past did not disappear.
Under the guise of magmatic anger
laid grief.
It will take time to uncover it.
11.22.2025
Remnants
Tag: thought
Encounter
A chance encounter spiraled into a chat
the more we exchanged words,
the more emotion smeared in the air.
So does the back of the envelope calculations.
When the match is over,
we walked our paths,
and parted our ways.
In the whirlpool of thoughts,
things that mattered remain.
What truly meant to me in the past,
and what will matter in the future as a result.
Without chasing after shiny and sweet things,
let us walk the walk
so that we can find what we were looking for.
That will be sufficient.
11.20.2025
Memory
Like a warm and sweet perfume scent,
it keeps my heart warm.
Reminds me of why I started this journey.
It’s too tempting to remain where I was,
but the moon is rising
as the sun falls.
It was like a dream.
One I did not want to wake up from,
but one that eventually called my name
to wake up.
11.19.2025
Build
Believe.
Act according to your belief.
If you’ve been lying, that’s fine.
Ask for forgiveness,
be honest,
and carry on with your new heart.
11.18.2025
Living
Perhaps at the back of my mind,
I had slid one foot lingering in the back door
as we philosophized over “to love or to survive”.
Like a reflex against my naïveté,
words escaped my lips quicker their meanings.
After a long darkness stopped by
(long to experience, short to remember)
I returned to speculate:
that it is both the hands of the heart and the mind held together
that leads the dance of this life
peppers in living, with saltiness of surviving.
So, all of this is just to say
thank you for conversing with me that day
in the darkest time of that night
under the moonlight.
11.16.2025
Porcelain
A small chip on the lips of a white porcelain cup
caught my eye, glaring at me like an angry
ant ready to bite my lips with its sharp edge
which could slit my skin and bleed red.
Numbed by too many moving parts
ready to raise a cacophony of paper cuts,
I grabbed its neck
and mindlessly tossed it in the can
as if that’s all there’s to it; just a cup of porcelain.
Yet I remember the way its smooth white surface glistened
under the sunlight on a cold winter day.
11.15.2025
Step
The golden sunset shines a warmth onto
crimson foliage imbued in tapestry of hues.
As pedestrians basks in its glory,
I notice tips of the leaves turning into burn marks,
and the glorious sun into last candle wick.
I paused, wondering if I should linger
soaking my soul in its comfort.
But the sun must rise after dark.
Let there be strength and wisdom
in my steps into the dark.
11.14.2025
Nevertheless
Like pastel saccharine taste of cotton candy,
a cacophonous blur of colors pass by
through a tiny window into different worlds.
For a moment, the smell of sewers and inflammatory burns are forgotten.
To return back to face the emptiness,
the helpless vanity that seeks my answers,
is one so tempting to postpone indefinitely
by closing one eye or tilting the head.
Nonetheless,
the sun rises again,
the answer is demanded.
11.13.2025
Consistency
Like the chain links,
It’s not the brute that wins, but wisdom.
Identify the problem.
Own the fact that it’s a problem.
With confidence,
slowly approach your solution.
11.11.2025
Honesty
It’s okay to go slower.
But be honest at minimum.
No shortcuts, no hiding under the rug.
Be vulnerable. It hurts, but stare squarely at the pain (with a caveat; you know)
With new wisdom, there lies new world.
Seek it. It will be worthwhile.
11.8.2025
Ralph with Coffee 
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