Monday, August 31, 2020
244 of 366: Heartbeat
Sunday, August 30, 2020
243 of 366: You make me happy
Saturday, August 29, 2020
242 of 366: The Perfect Mess
Friday, August 28, 2020
241 of 366: Mask
They wore masks to conceal
Afraid of the true prejudice
In all the gore they did
They were not aware of repercussions
Secret were not meant to be hidden forever
Truth will come into life
So do the best you can in hiding
Because when the mask falls off
Or a little crack ensued
Not even your own shadow can save you
Thursday, August 27, 2020
240 of 366: Separator
It hurts in the inside
Throbbing and persisting
Feels weak and sensitive
Like they all go wobbly
Small moves hurts so much
I hate this feeling
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
239 of 366: Clouds
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
238 of 366: Sleep
Escape the world by falling asleep
Forget the the troubles, fears within
For a a few hours float in a black abyss
And feel the light of the world not sinking in
If lucky you'll make a fake scenario
Of an ideal world and live in
But if unlucky you are still
Nightmares still lingers in
Monday, August 24, 2020
237 of 366: Near
Cold embraces and chest tightens
Breeze comes in, winter knocking
Lights start to flicker
And songs becomes familiar
You can smell it in the air
The season is near
Sunday, August 23, 2020
236 of 366: Detached
Detached and free
Away from world crumbling
Escape from the chaos
Chase the inevitable
For once run away
From the cruel world
World bleeds while you ignore
But it won't hurt
To put yourself before
Saturday, August 22, 2020
235 of 366: Leaves
Leaves blowed and danced
Autumn came they all decayed
Nothing save them from the rain
As leaves will go as some came
The endless cycle still remain
Friday, August 21, 2020
234 of 366: JunkSAIS
Thursday, August 20, 2020
233 of 366: System
Again the system failed us
It failed to cater the mass
Seeking greed and corruption
We became the price
Wednesday, August 19, 2020
232 of 366: Happy Bad poetry day
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
231 of 366: Sun will rise
Monday, August 17, 2020
230 of 366: 21st
Another year felt nothing
In this age I should have more
But days pass like autumn leaves
Where winter is abundant
Though disappointed of world today
Some people made me feel loved more
Sunday, August 16, 2020
229 of 366: Kindling flame
We're just really tired at this point
Exhausted of being required to move
Nothing good ever really happens
As songs save me from the void
The once passionate
Lost its flame completely
Just tired and no reason to burn
The candle hopes a breeze take it out
But then again at the back of its mind
It wishes for a spark
That once ignited the flame it has
Saturday, August 15, 2020
228 of 366: Raging skies
Friday, August 14, 2020
227 of 366:. Sights
In all the sights I've seen before
Only you is the one I wish to see more
Blue skies could not compare
To your beauty where all is fair
But I guess you will always be a dream
To my hellish nightmare
Thursday, August 13, 2020
226 of 366: Love disappoints
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
225 of 366: Stars in night
Stars don't shine without darkness
Taking advantage of the void
As they were there everytime
Just waiting a time to shine
As the heavy abyss falls
The little ones glimmer
Meaning that the dark days now
Will only make the future brighter
Tuesday, August 11, 2020
224 of 366: Pay
Then again we failed again
Needless deaths buried
Souls who should have not disappeared
If the ones who lead has proper initiative
So this is the price to pay
Monday, August 10, 2020
223 of 366: RIse
Dead inside where trouble lies
Not too far, someone cries
Or from hunger simply dies
No end, no objective in these times
With nothing changes and time flies
To incompetency we compromise
In the event we meet our demise
Show them that pissing us is unwise
As tomorrow the sun will rise
And the oppressor and ruler will be revised
Sunday, August 9, 2020
222 of 366: Counterpart
In despair there is light
In hope there is chaos
Peace brings uncertainty
Victory makes you anxious
Every shades of life
There is a counterpart
You can only hope
That things workout
Saturday, August 8, 2020
221 of 366: Presenting illusion
You look back to things
And wonder if they could have done differently
If you were more apologetic
If you were more attentive
But the past cannot always visit
As future every step of the way
The present is an illusion
As the future is constant
So beating yourself is no help
All the milks are spilled
Yesterday was a curse
But tomorrow should be your promise
Friday, August 7, 2020
220 of 366: A year later
One year ago exactly this day
Things were vastly different
I'm in despair seeking answers
Of why human life is fragile
But now a year later
In the exact time
Acceptance is the key
Where I still seek
Thursday, August 6, 2020
219 of 366: Power
Wednesday, August 5, 2020
218 of 366: Disappointed
Tuesday, August 4, 2020
217 of 366: Promise of tomorrw
When I'm with your presence
Rains of the world washed a new