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Toddlers

July 13, 2017June 7, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged babies, blog, blogger, books, commentary, dreams, essay, good reads, grow, history, informative, inspiration, life, Literature, me, media, music, novels, oldies, Opinion, original, others, people, poem, poems, poetry, post, private, prose, Random, review, reviews, rural, school, science, stuff, system, toddlers, urban, Wordpress, workLeave a comment

I cannot clearly recall the times I have enjoyed my childhood, given that those were the years that I suffered with a lot of injuries I inflicted on myself: I broke my elbow; I had my ruptured appendix removed. But I know for a fact that I was acting like how I’m supposed to be: child-like. I ran through the rural streets and climbed over sacks of cement thinking that I could reach the space and conquer Jupiter and some random spider web by the electrical lines. I am so free from conscious thought. I was a child.

Now, I am in my third year at college. I see my aunt’s kids the same age as I was in my free spirit. But they grew to not be like one. They speak to me like they want to grow faster. “When I’m bigger” they say. And I guess that’s how the times have changed people. And it has taken a toll on the dream of a happy childhood: From a silly toddler who does not know when to stop running, to a kid pressured to grow as fast as how the city moves all day. Banging their horns, each small step turning into large leaps, going left and right, whatever space they can occupy. As long as they can move faster to the stop sign.

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Barely Even There

July 10, 2017June 2, 2017Posted in Poetry and proseTagged blog, books, commentary, essay, fun, inspiration, life, Literature, me, media, music, Opinion, original, others, poems, poetry, private, prose, Random, science, stuff, Wordpress, work, write-upLeave a comment

I know there was once this young boy who serves wholeheartedly for his purpose. Staying true and firm to all his ideals and beliefs. He was the delight of the sunrise and the dreamer of the night. But suddenly this boy became little of a man. The horizons became a lot smaller and the view started to shift from reaching to the stars to gathering of all the dust. He seems to have lost his purpose. Now he’s barely even there. Somewhere between those distant galaxies, he’s rotting away by his own culture of bacterium.

He was his own identity. He was the innocence of the divide.

But who is he nowadays? Is he as far-reaching as before, or was he the speck of glimmer the comet used up?

I bet he already felt the gravity of the truth. And I hope he doesn’t stop from trying to get there: To the vast majority of the cosmos.

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6:43

June 21, 2017April 18, 2017Posted in Literary, Poetry and proseTagged free verse, glow, life, life poem, lit, Literary, love poem, poem, poem ph, poems, poemsph, poemsporn, poet, poetry, private, Random, time, WordpressLeave a comment

I won’t forget
Those shades
Of blue and white
Shining upon thee

It’s as if time has set
That place
Of darkness and light
Of peace and serenity

I won’t forget
Those shimmering shades
At six forty- three
the glow is thee

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