Archive for January, 2015

I Wish

Posted: January 30, 2015 in Uncategorized
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I wish… I wish to smile.

I wish to be carefree.
Away from troubles and trials.

I wish to laugh.
Free from all heartaches.

I wish to see people
deal with each other honestly.

I wish to observe transparency.
Clarity in communications.

I wish… I wish…
I wish to be liberated from gossips.


Posted: January 30, 2015 in Uncategorized

Like a small boat

Amidst the vast ocean,

I am insignificant.


Posted: January 19, 2015 in Uncategorized

Oftentimes, we people

just dream on,

reaching for stars

and landing on moon.

Prince Arthur

Posted: January 18, 2015 in Poems
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Prince Arthur.

Born from magic was his flesh and bone;
death was needed to create his soul.
He was the heir to Camelot’s throne,
and ’twas he that made his father whole.

Prince Arthur.

He grew in palace so lovely, so fair,
yet he was a knight so valiant and strong.
To contend with him, none ever dared.
His brave heart stood out among the throng.

Prince Arthur.

He was the prince bound to his duties,
the ruler who cared for those he ruled.
And though he had his faults and frailties,
for his men pain and death he’d endure.

Prince Arthur.

Behind that stature so firm and proud,
hid a kind, gentle, and loving heart
who’d protect his loved one, as he vowed.
But he, sadly, was the lover I never had.


Posted: January 15, 2015 in Poems

Compliance shall be rewarded.

But to what cost? To what loss?
Shall the gain be worth pursuing?
Or is it a mirage to a person lost
in the desert wild and winding?

Compliance shall be rewarded.

But what has to be compromised?
Would it prove futile after all,
To go for the things they promised?
Knowing it would seem as your moral downfall?

Compliance shall be rewarded.

But to a person, what shall it cost?
Shall the wages suffice?
When everything you hold dear gets lost,
Can it offer enough of a prize?

Adjudicating (1.10.15)

Posted: January 12, 2015 in Poems
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Heart pumping,
Chest throbbing,
Eyes near to tears,
Mind clouded with fears.

Nervous, afraid,
So weak and scared:
This is me every time
I go to the room assigned.

And as I approach Death’s door,
I couldn’t walk with great valor.
I am, after all, the weakest prey,
the one the Games would kill today.

Twisted and Vague

Posted: January 1, 2015 in Uncategorized

Perhaps life is but woven
from threads of twisted lies
and vague realities.