Slumber

As a result of this bed-inviting weather condition wherein heavy clouds installs cold breeze and quick gushes of heavy rain, everything halted back. I was forced again to ponder on the meaning of my life. Examining it is not easy. Accepting what was left is somewhat unimaginable. Reality is right directly on my face so there’s nothing left for me to do but to let it envelope me.

Having to swallow the bitter truth crumbles my soul which is the source of my strength and hope, brought me down. It left me good as dead. I feel nothing. Emotions suddenly felt numb. Stroke’s psyche started its wrath.

Something in my stressful slumber whispered at me telling me to fight. It urged me to stand up amidst all these hardships I’m into. It became an everyday reminder; an utter turned into a scream, each time I wake up. In the end, I realized that no one left to but me and me alone.

Soaked burst...

Another bothered shout of emotions and/or ideas produced by my playful mind that seems to soak in the rain.

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What’s in us that temptation is always at our side?

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Regrets. Why can’t we turn back time?

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Why are some sins seems so unforgivable?

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Can we love unconditionally?

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No grave-digging. Empathize.

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Angry? Don’t say it. Write it down.

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God’s last name is not Demmet.

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Be thankful for the air we breathe.

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Shrug it off. It’s just a state of mind.

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Nothing is permanent.

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So, forever is just a word?

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There’s no sense in thinking without acting.

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This word is becoming obsolete: PLEASE.

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Modern mode of greeting among people: FISTBUMP!

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God does not forget you, it’s you who does.

Spirited blabbers

As I am currently dozed with a thing I yearned for a long time, who am I to resist the call to burst once again. This time, I’ll try to be cool. I’m searching for answers.

Classic- Chicken or egg?

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What’s the story behind reality shows?

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Is dying an end to living? Living therefore is nonsense for you’ll die anyway.

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Why does somebody always oppose to almost anything we have to say or do?

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When is too much, good?

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And when that too good turns into something bad, why endless reasons?

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Of the 7 billion people in the world, why me?

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Hik! Excuse me...

Another burst

Last night while contemplating, consideration on the recent events that happened and what had transpired during the day, still dumbfounded, I was able to burst, through my ‘stroked’ mind, a short poem for my dear friend.

CGE, SABI MO E....GOW

Guess I woke up at the wrong side of the bed

Fate might accidentally pushed me instead

Though I am calm, a little confused

Bit concerned, then again, amused

This must now I’ll truly confess

Be it to thou that it won’t be a guess

From the very beginning

An aura I commend that’s truly amazing

So I’m finding it hard at least for the moment

Procure ideas as they happen

Shred of loss of thou art presence

Me resulting to pure nonsense

Guess it’s time and hope it’s not

A virtual distant mate and true friend a lot

Just remember this, I hope you do

There’s no more T3 for me other than you