I've lived a long life.
I have kids; my kids have kids.
I've provided what I can in the past,
What else to look forward to that'll last?
The path I've walked,
I can never walk again.
The things I've seen,
I cannot see again.
Life has been good to me, no doubt.
But the past is the past.
What will the future generation face?
A challenge they will soon embrace.
I've seen it all, and the future isn't bright.
They may be happy now, but oh, what sufferings await.
Such ignorance of the future they'll have to face—
And I'll leave behind a cold and empty space.
It's not that I haven't tried—I did.
But they won't listen to me anymore; no one does.
I’m trapped in this cycle, losing my face.
The helplessness grows, as darkness begins to embrace.
So I sit here,
withering away,
watching the world decay,
cursed to witness it all each day.
Friday
Monday
Pee
tell me about the world today
where wars are fought far away
yet I am here feeling the pain
helpless I am, just being drained
2026 was going to be the year
where we put behind all our tears
yet here we are facing more fears
future so vague, nothing is clear
"why so grim?" a still voice asked
comfort I have, days are still being passed
feeling moody yes, but life still goes on
loved ones are with me, the day is still won
"it's just a feeling," a voice now in comfort
this will also pass, no one is really hurt
focus on the present, write if necessary
yes of course, but now I have to go pee
where wars are fought far away
yet I am here feeling the pain
helpless I am, just being drained
2026 was going to be the year
where we put behind all our tears
yet here we are facing more fears
future so vague, nothing is clear
"why so grim?" a still voice asked
comfort I have, days are still being passed
feeling moody yes, but life still goes on
loved ones are with me, the day is still won
"it's just a feeling," a voice now in comfort
this will also pass, no one is really hurt
focus on the present, write if necessary
yes of course, but now I have to go pee
Sunday
Taken
I hate my parents for what they've done to me.
They took the joy of money from me at a young age.
They gave me everything I needed growing up and more.
They loved me and supported me through all my ups and downs.
So that I live not wanting anything now.
I feel nothing when I get my monthly salary.
I pass it on to my wife; she cares for my children.
I pass it on to the sweeper; she smiles and thanks me.
I pass it on to the car washer; he tells me about his son studying law.
So that others may enjoy the money more.
I live minimally and save maximally every day.
I don't keep things beyond their eventual use.
I don't buy things impulsively when I see them at malls.
I don't spend on myself in the hedonistic way like the rest.
So that I may provide more for my family.
They took the joy of money from me at a young age.
They gave me everything I needed growing up and more.
They loved me and supported me through all my ups and downs.
So that I live not wanting anything now.
I feel nothing when I get my monthly salary.
I pass it on to my wife; she cares for my children.
I pass it on to the sweeper; she smiles and thanks me.
I pass it on to the car washer; he tells me about his son studying law.
So that others may enjoy the money more.
I live minimally and save maximally every day.
I don't keep things beyond their eventual use.
I don't buy things impulsively when I see them at malls.
I don't spend on myself in the hedonistic way like the rest.
So that I may provide more for my family.
Thursday
2026
2025 was brutal, now behind us
Lessons were learned, both death and love
2026 a clean slate, both hope renewed
Still ebbs and flows, our wish be true
Monday
death
death.
yet another one has been taken.
one struggles to care, yet tears formed at the glimpse of another.
"was he thinking of me?"
he might have.. depending on how quick it was.
he always didn't want to disappoint me.
but have i disappointed him?
yet another one has been taken.
one struggles to care, yet tears formed at the glimpse of another.
"was he thinking of me?"
he might have.. depending on how quick it was.
he always didn't want to disappoint me.
but have i disappointed him?
Friday
Saturday
Kylla-Anne Kai Ong (王安凱)
Our daughter of two moons in
Fighter, she has always been
Came into this world too young
Left when all had been done
Kylla was her given name
Victory was supposed to be her game
Lost without ever knowing why
Mother's love has no comparison
Moving forward with hesitations
Father's urge has no replacement
Emptied, yet with no displacement
Yet not a moment more should be spared
Grief has its moment, no more to be aired
Lylla and Rylla are still here, yet to be kissed
Fight on as parents, we will as promised
Fighter, she has always been
Came into this world too young
Left when all had been done
Kylla was her given name
Victory was supposed to be her game
Lost without ever knowing why
Scalpel sought why she had to die
Mother's love has no comparison
Moving forward with hesitations
Father's urge has no replacement
Emptied, yet with no displacement
Yet not a moment more should be spared
Grief has its moment, no more to be aired
Lylla and Rylla are still here, yet to be kissed
Fight on as parents, we will as promised
Thursday
Up at the Sky
Life has tried to push me down
Make me crawl when I should fly
But I won't be stilled
And when I'm killed
I'll be looking at the sky
~ Anonymous, Baldur's Gate 3
Make me crawl when I should fly
But I won't be stilled
And when I'm killed
I'll be looking at the sky
~ Anonymous, Baldur's Gate 3
Friday
Pleasantry
After a journey of friends and acquaintances
Reveals a motive beyond comradery
Money and time spent on the instances
What's more important besides this pleasantry?
Unsure of the motive, doubting the pleasantry
None more important, the answer was given
Hence I ride in the foreign, passing by tree by tree
Staring into the night sky, trying to stay even
Infinite it is, before and after
Nothing matters, life is finite
Love and compassion, live for her
Everything else, lost to the night
Constantly focused on the purpose
Mind asunder soul adrift
Staying in the presence's curse
Blessed will be our heaven's kiss
Wednesday
Clouds
Ol' mighty clouds of coloured sky inn
However peculiar shapes might be
What a journey through the skies you've been
Which gardens will you end up to be
Or the harbinger of misery..?
Saturday
Can't
I can’t wait to grow old with you
I can’t wait to all the love in lieu
I can’t wait for your beauty to fade
I can’t wait for my charm to deteriorate
Might sound unromantic but that’s just it
My love for you might not be well lit
As you grow older, please don’t hold dear
To the beauty and charm we have here
As we bloom and grow as a team
I’ll be your king and you, my queen
Ikaw ang nagpapasaya mahal ko
Ikaw ang naglakas mahal ko
As I promised to Nanay Lita
I’ll care for you and always make you go “haha”
Lagi kang masaya mahal ko
Maligayang kaarawan mahal ko
Tuesday
Chapter
A new chapter, I will have wrote.
Previous chapter, fully foretold.
Previous chapter, fully foretold.
Accumulated, power untold.
Yet untested, I don't feel bold.
Will confidence lead to the win?
Or will it really be my ruin?
Way beyond any guiding light?
Have I outgrown the final night?
0958, 2021/08/31
Saturday
Been Awhile
It's been awhile since I wrote
"Just start writing now" was told
Here's a piece of creativity
To express what is in me
Disaster-triumph foretold
Experiences I would mould
Patience and virtues unfold
Led to careers and some gold
Attachments and cravings shunned
A km I would not run
Comfort and discomfort, punt
Histories, I wouldn't want
Breath of cool air, sun's on face
Sigh of relief, life's been paced
I've unattached to the race
Contentment, I have encased
0700, 27/02/2021
Thursday
Fool
I hate the quietness, coz it gets me thinking..
Thinking of you and the consequences following..
Can't I stay occupied, with no thoughts of you in mind?
Lost and confused, this's something I'll never find..
Hate these feelings of uncertainty..
Fooling myself into stupidity..
Out of control, out of my sanity..
When once was enough, two was way plenty..
Every other instance, time pass and I get by..
Mistakes or not, it's always a good bye..
Never to see you again, way out of my life..
Yet to return again, such has been my vice..
So here we are again, what am I to do?
And if I let it slip, will I be another fool?
But if I take this fall, what else will pursue?
Please give me a hint, or perhaps just one clue?
2011-02-14
Friday
Saturday
Young
While young at heart, we're envious of another.
Seeking a place, where we're wealthy and fancied.
Comes a time, we're older and wiser.
Envious no more, regrets are what we see.
Wednesday
The Little Bird
This is one of my best poems I wrote… I dedicate this to my friends that I really care allot… the ones I talked long hours through the night, the ones who shared their problems with me, the ones who I truely admirer and appreciate… hehe, you know who you are… ;)
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The Little Bird
I have a little story
About a little bird
Who lives in the vast sky
Where all possibilities occur
The bird loved the sky
Where she spent her happiest times
Exploring the heavens above
Enjoying the beauty of lands below
Free as the sky could offer
As high as she could soar
Open to all things
The little bird didn’t know before
A strike from the back
From the pure blue sky
It all came so sudden
She felt she was going to die
As she fell to the ground
As hard as she could hit
As wounded as she ever could be
She survived and started to crawl
No more did she dare take flight
For it hurt her far too bad
For ages she suffered
Hardly able to survive
Never looking up again
She lived on the ground
Little did she ever remember
The happiness she had in the sky
The best times she always had
The endless happiest moments
The feeling of forever being loved
When she was in the sky
One day she looked up
She heard some birds fly past
The birds she used to be with
The memories she had left to rust
A song the birds were singing
Touched the little heart of the bird
Who fell and remained scarred
And this is the song she heard:
“A few times I have fallen
(The first was the worst)
But I’ve always remembered them
As the best times of my life
Despite the times I fell so fast
Despite the times I hit so hard
Despite the times I crawled so low
Despite the wounds that hurt so bad
I’ve always flown up again
Understanding better
Enjoying the sky like never before
Loving it more then ever
The times I am up here
I remember the times I fell
Grateful that I’m up soaring
Far from where I was crawling”
At this the bird woke up
And started to understand
The scars were never there
It was just a nightmare
Letting the fall scared her
Till she blinded herself from the times
When she was up above
Higher than paradise
She pulled herself upright
And stared hard at the sky
Trusting it one more time
She raised her wings up high
Her tiny feet left the ground
As her wings hit the wind
As hard as she knew it would be
But never did she give in
With all her little might
She hit it one more time
With all her courage and effort
She made it to the sky
Once more she was soaring
Through the heavens up above
Once more she was home
In the skies she had always loved
The scars that were on her
Had all disappeared
The time she believed in herself
Was the time she was freed from all fears
She joined the birds who sang
Inspiring her to try her wings
Together they enjoyed the winds
That blew her tears all dry
This is where my story ends
About the little bird
The beauty of life is always there
It’s where you look that matters
<circa 2004>
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The Little Bird
I have a little story
About a little bird
Who lives in the vast sky
Where all possibilities occur
The bird loved the sky
Where she spent her happiest times
Exploring the heavens above
Enjoying the beauty of lands below
Free as the sky could offer
As high as she could soar
Open to all things
The little bird didn’t know before
A strike from the back
From the pure blue sky
It all came so sudden
She felt she was going to die
As she fell to the ground
As hard as she could hit
As wounded as she ever could be
She survived and started to crawl
No more did she dare take flight
For it hurt her far too bad
For ages she suffered
Hardly able to survive
Never looking up again
She lived on the ground
Little did she ever remember
The happiness she had in the sky
The best times she always had
The endless happiest moments
The feeling of forever being loved
When she was in the sky
One day she looked up
She heard some birds fly past
The birds she used to be with
The memories she had left to rust
A song the birds were singing
Touched the little heart of the bird
Who fell and remained scarred
And this is the song she heard:
“A few times I have fallen
(The first was the worst)
But I’ve always remembered them
As the best times of my life
Despite the times I fell so fast
Despite the times I hit so hard
Despite the times I crawled so low
Despite the wounds that hurt so bad
I’ve always flown up again
Understanding better
Enjoying the sky like never before
Loving it more then ever
The times I am up here
I remember the times I fell
Grateful that I’m up soaring
Far from where I was crawling”
At this the bird woke up
And started to understand
The scars were never there
It was just a nightmare
Letting the fall scared her
Till she blinded herself from the times
When she was up above
Higher than paradise
She pulled herself upright
And stared hard at the sky
Trusting it one more time
She raised her wings up high
Her tiny feet left the ground
As her wings hit the wind
As hard as she knew it would be
But never did she give in
With all her little might
She hit it one more time
With all her courage and effort
She made it to the sky
Once more she was soaring
Through the heavens up above
Once more she was home
In the skies she had always loved
The scars that were on her
Had all disappeared
The time she believed in herself
Was the time she was freed from all fears
She joined the birds who sang
Inspiring her to try her wings
Together they enjoyed the winds
That blew her tears all dry
This is where my story ends
About the little bird
The beauty of life is always there
It’s where you look that matters
<circa 2004>
Indifference
Indifference Part I:
Hurt by words of indifference,
Of vengeance, and of riddance.
These words from acquaintance,
Has made us turn to silence.
Yet different we really are,
Yet alone we really are.
So why we try to fit in?
When being unique was never a sin.
We must come to realise,
There’s no need for disguise.
We must come to comprehend,
What we look for in a friend.
Friends who think we’re amazing,
Just the way we are.
Friends who think we’re amusing,
When we’re acting bizarre!
Indifference Part II:
So why not be my friend,
For I need a girlfriend.
To tend my lonely nights,
I promise your delight!
November 6, 2011 at 6:13 AM
Hurt by words of indifference,
Of vengeance, and of riddance.
These words from acquaintance,
Has made us turn to silence.
Yet different we really are,
Yet alone we really are.
So why we try to fit in?
When being unique was never a sin.
We must come to realise,
There’s no need for disguise.
We must come to comprehend,
What we look for in a friend.
Friends who think we’re amazing,
Just the way we are.
Friends who think we’re amusing,
When we’re acting bizarre!
Indifference Part II:
So why not be my friend,
For I need a girlfriend.
To tend my lonely nights,
I promise your delight!
November 6, 2011 at 6:13 AM
Real?
Is this real
or is this not real
I cant tell
how I'm supposed to feel
They say I'll heal
That I'll learn how to deal
But I can't handle all of this
October 6, 2010 at 9:30 PM
or is this not real
I cant tell
how I'm supposed to feel
They say I'll heal
That I'll learn how to deal
But I can't handle all of this
October 6, 2010 at 9:30 PM