Saturday, October 04, 2025

A Murder in Poetry

 I have rehearsed it
a thousand times —
The perfect crime,
The getaway, the alibi.

I rifled through my chest,
Each cavern, every ravine,
For traces of fingerprints
And of guilt I have to leave behind.

I mirrored my soul
As I watched my conscience practice its silhouettes,
In the dark — slow and meticulous,
A confession whispered at night.

I smile at your closed eyes,
Let your ghost dance through the door,
Lit off that lantern,
May you wander, may you get lost.

I do not want my hands stained,
I do not want rain that tastes of iron —
Yet in every epilogue of my poetries,
I have already killed you with a thousand knives.

I will lose myself in the songs
And of the prose I leave like footprints,
And if only thoughts could kill —
Oh my! Then mine would be a quiet genocide.

Sunday, September 28, 2025

Make Peace

 Make peace with the battles 
You fought so hard
But did not win.

Make peace with the struggles 
You tried with your best
But did not come out clean.

Make peace with the silence 
You always tried to speak about
But never dared to open your mouth.

Make peace with your heart
For not always siding with your mind 
But learned to be kind.

Make peace with person
You always wanted to be
But did not become.

Make peace with your "what if's"
You tried so much to justify 
Until then, you will be satisfied

Trouble in the Old Town

 There's trouble in the old town
And the whistle 
Is waiting to be blown.
They killed the Mockingbird 
Only for the Mockingjay 
To be born.

They made the perfect crime
Troubles and troubles
In the heart of the old town,
They're enjoying the show
Just in time when the whistle 
Is finally blown.

P.s. 
A lot of people (I know) are so blatantly condemning corruption inside politics, shame on them! They don't look at themselves, they're busy joining the social media posting their disgust, when in fact, they are the very same people who are corrupt in their very own jobs. Shame, shame on you!

P.p.s.
Don't confuse the scheming corruption in your job as a blessing from God to sustain your needs/wants. If you think that way... Then you are mentally broke.


Monday, September 22, 2025

Of the White Dress Unworn

 But we love dark things 
From afar. 
They seem beautiful 
And Mysterious, 
Noctivagant.

But not until it gets us.
Moving in shadows,
Devouring our light.
A wraith in waiting 
With Opaline eyes.

And in the dark that veils us,
We yearn once more
To be there in the distant,
Just Watching 
With the moonlight.

But as we walk in silence,
Like a ghost in prayer,
We learn that
Freedom comes 
In different enigmatic ways.

Freedom is acceptance 
That some things 
Are just numinous dream,
We cannot dare to claim.
They are meant to be elusive.

Freedom is forgiveness 
Even without an apology.
For it is a waste of time
To wait for something 
That may never come.

Freedom is parading 
That long white dress
You did not wear,
For some shameful reasons 
You no longer care.

Freedom is wearing 
Your silver shoes 
Meant for the altar.
But now you're walking it
In the pavements of your street.

Like vellichor and withered pages,
Yellowed book from ash and age,
You yearn and learn all the same.
And slowly as your heart breaths 
You kiss your grief goodbye.

Thursday, August 28, 2025

Point Nemo

 But first loves
Belong to the past. 
When fairy tales
Wrapped around the innocence 
Of forever ever after.
Kindled by sparks,
Blown by the Winds.
And when life happens,
All that is left 
Is the embers...
Ashes...
Cold blackened charcoals.

And yet here we are
Still believing 
In Phoenix.
That from ashes
They will return,
Burning...
Scourging...
Rekindling what's left.

But first loves 
Belong to the past.
They remain in the clocks 
Of forever not in present.
They flicker in a glimpse 
In the chasms of our lives.
But they will always be
Closer to space than land.
A Point Nemo
In a vast of mosaic emotions.
A hiraeth...
A nostalgia.

Saturday, August 16, 2025

For All the Stars (I've Wished Upon)

Once upon a time,
A vast of labyrinth 
In the sky.
I wished upon a star 
So ephemeral,
But it was an epiphany 
In my heart.

My pristine heart
Found ebullience,
Like a limerence,
In the oblivion 
Of the dark...
Opalescence.

So again 
And again 
I wished on every twinkle,
On constellations,
And nebulae,
Orion and Equulei.

Oh! But Alas!
Each and everyone 
Fell.
To grant my wishes, 
My fervent prayers,
At night I spelled.

They left 
The heavens. 
Leaving my sky
Empty and barren.
As deep sense 
Of sonder, in me deepens.

Where have all
The Stars gone?
I wonder 
As I look up
And wished to see them
Again, one by one.


Friday, August 08, 2025

The Footnotes


 Inner peace is when they made you a villain in their own stories but you refused to be listed on the footnotes of their books.

That you choose to be at peace rather than battling over some petty and insignificant wars.

Because you know that your integrity weighs more than your reputation.

So let them write series of books about their twisted stories about you and just smile without giving a damn on their acknowledgements.

Tuesday, August 05, 2025

 But the truth is...

Even if you're good enough 

If you're not the one they are looking for...

You will never get to be chosen.

Saturday, July 26, 2025

Echoes of Felicity

 Life is an echo of felicity that disappears in a great chasm of poignancy, an occasional burst of laughter that could be plotted above a graph of an interminable wail of misery, like a terrible giggle in the midst of your horrible forced march to death in hell. It is a single skip of bliss.